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Chasing the Dream: Introducing Rising Film Director David Flint

Congratulations to one of the Platinum winners out of the hundreds of submitees of our Spring film festival!

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Leaving behind the corporate world at age 38, David Flint, an original Michigander, trekked across different states of the U.S. to finally find his home in the heart of the entertainment world, Los Angeles. When questioned about this dramatic transition in his life at a time where most people of the same age want to settle down, David honestly answers that despite his corporate background, he never excelled in it.

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By setting a time limit for himself, David Flint decided that the time was now or never to pursue his dream of becoming an actor and enter the entertainment world. After initially enrolling in
Robert Rusler’s acting school in Hollywood for a period of time (where he is now teaching on Tuesday nights), he decided to move to New York in search of greater opportunities. In the city of the Big Apple, David often worked for weak directors in which he shyly reveals that he “basically told them what to do and took their jobs away from them.” This move to New York opened up the
doors of a whole new world for him. Rather than chasing jobs as an actor, he acknowledges that he’s now chasing the money. Unable to juggle both the acting scene and the filmmaking, David ultimately let go of his acting dreams. While acting didn’t necessarily turn out to be his true calling, directing quickly replaced that spot. Dedicating a lot of time to learn more about this field, David claims that if he had “lived and breathed in school class as he had when studying cameras,” he would now be a doctor.

His short film “Dysgensis” that claimed an award in the FAME-US film festival is a dark, eerie one that dramatizes the devastating and heartbreaking effects that drug use has on family, relationships, and life. “Dysgenesis” follows the relationship of Charlie and Amber who are addicted to the use of heroine. Even after Amber becomes pregnant, the addiction never ends. The title itself is a precedent of the gruesome events that will come.

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While the short film is still being awarded its rightful prizes, David has moved on to even greater projects. He reveals that in the near future he wants to make a feature film. Before, that goal might
have seem so far-fetched because he didn’t have anything then to demonstrate his potential. But now he is slowly equipping himself to show the world his true talent.

 

 

Andrea Anderson

Since I was a little girl I dreamed and played like I was an actress or movie star. These were big dreams for someone who was unhappy most of the time and scared.

I grew up lower-middle class with three brothers in Indiana amongst hills, horses and ice-skating in the winter. I knew I always wanted to be somebody, somebody special. Even during my adolescent years of abuse, insults and loneliness, I never gave up on the vision of me being in Hollywood someday. That was despite being told, “You’re this, you’re that, you’re never going to be anything.” While I was reading some would even ask, “What are you looking at — the pictures?”

Escaping into the music in my room and the dancing during dance recitals made me happy because it was something that was mine — that I was creating. I held my head high in spite of this ugly behavior. School was not easy, scattered with bullying and disliking towards my brother. Much of my childhood is a blur and has scarred me in many ways, but I know and realize that it doesn’t determine my abilities or my goals.

My journey has not been paved with roses or bags of gold. I moved out into the world at 18 with a few suitcases and a few bucks. I knew I needed to get some money rolling, so I started working construction, as it paid well. I joined the Labor Union in Cincinnati, Ohio, and was a member for five years.

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“A Night at the Hotel Café, the Half-Hidden Musical Gem of the Cahuenga Strip”

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Just a few songs into her set, the formerly Oakland-based Anna Ash admitted that she hadn’t yet emerged from the standard Los Angeles adjustment period. She felt especially unused, she emphasized, to still sweating in the middle of January, but had made enough progress to accept the idea of Los Angeles as simply “a different beast” from other cities. Enjoying a metropolis like this one — not that many metropolises resemble this one — doesn’t come naturally; most have to learn how to live well in it for themselves, picking up the knowledge essential to doing so however and wherever they can.

For music lovers, one bit of knowledge proves particularly helpful for the enrichment of their cultural life in Los Angeles: the existence of the Hotel Cafe, on whose stage I first saw Ash and her three-man band play. You’ve got to do a little work just to find it, given its location down a black-painted alley off Hollywood’s Cahuenga strip. Still, only by the standards of 21st-century self-promotion (especially as practiced Hollywood) does the place count as hidden; the management have put up a logo on the wall outside, albeit a tasteful one (especially, again, given the usual definition of taste in Hollywood).

While not, of course, literally a secret, the Hotel Café tends to come up in conversation as the sort of place people call a city’s “best kept secret” – known, in other words, but not known to the point of ruination. Starting off as a coffee shop in 2000, it expanded its size over the following decade and refined its methods, establishing the systems and the reputation that makes it one of the most abundant live music rooms in greater Los Angeles, offering, for a single cover charge, three, four, five, six acts per night, nearly every single night.

Next on stage the night of my introduction, this conceptually simple but consistently intriguing cultural space, came the Oahu-born singer-songwriter Simone White who, after spending the 2000s winning acclaim in the United Kingdom, has more recently relocated to Los Angeles. After her appeared an act with deeper local roots, the five-piece rock/”dream pop”/”slowcore” band Spain, formed here in the city and fronted by Josh Haden, son of famed jazz bassist Charlie Haden, for more than twenty years. They’ve become Hotel Café mainstays; I’d caught the third gig of the four they would play there that month alone.

After Spain, the audience, who at that point had filled every available table and then some, would hear from Blind Date, the Late Great Fitzcarraldos, Satchmode, and Fire & the Romance. I’d seen — and more importantly, heard — a representative evening at a venue that, tucked away in the middle of one of Los Angeles’ several urban cores, has popularized a few names (especially those of young female solo artists like Rachel Yamagata, Sara Bareilles, and Adele), but continues to offer a reliably various stream of new sounds and voices — and of food and drink. Even if the performer they’ve put up on stage at any given moment hasn’t captivated you, I find it hard to imagine anyone displeased by their spinach empanadas.