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On to the grainy 16mm images of Mark Christopher's student film, Alkali, Iowa, for me the most provocative and interesting of the works, if only for taking us away from the urban cliches of New York and LA to a corn-fed boy reading Future Farmers of America magazines with images of Adonic, muscle-bound men nestled behind the cover. Right on. And all replete with a pick-up park zone, right there in Middle America, as a gay son finds out something about his own dad that granddaddy didn't want him
to know.
Elliptically structured, this film is more impressionistic than concrete, images of corn fields and sepia photos of dad with his "friend" - though I never did figure out what the perfume bottle thing was all about.
The heavyweight, production-value heavy Academy Award winner (for Short Film) Trevor (by Peggy Rajski), eponymously played by Brett Basky hardly got beyond that for me - lots of good-looking shots and a delightfully tacky disco soundtrack never seemed to animate this story of a young boy obsessed with Diana Ross and a boy on the basketball team. ("Being his friend is the next best thing to being popular myself.") He accepts who he is despite the best efforts of the local priest and wants "Endless Love" played at his funeral - very uplifting, I'm sure.
Back to acts I and II.
Peter Lewis
A true African-American, Peter has led a peripatetic lifestle, and after
graduating from UCF with a film degree, he is pondering life as another
wannabe, devoting his time to working on a novel, his thesis film, a
suntan and the dubious benefits of Rogaine.
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