One more film tidbit and a little rant
For the past week I’ve been working on the application for this new short film grant at the Swedish film institute directed specifically to female film-makers between the ages of twenty and thirty (in which category I do fit in, still. Despite my mid-20s crisis…) and I just sent it in last night before my weekly skype date with my more fabulous half. All well and good, so far. Nothing left to do but keep my fingers crossed and wait for the results… And keep my boiling frustration limited to a rather passive-aggressive blog post rant that’s not so much passive as it’s outright in-your-face making-no-excuse-for-it blunt…
The information about the grant provided in the first place was enough to leave a bitter taste in my mouth in its simplicity and dare I say condescending subtext, with a blatantly lowered bar compared to any other, unisex, film grant I’ve ever come across, and there aren’t that many to compare with. Not only was a budget or a professional director’s vision about the project, both of which are usually standard, expected or even mentioned… But a personal letter addressing why I, the female film-maker, should receive such a grant, on the other hand… Completely unheard of! What, am I entering a cornflakes competition? Applying to a folk high school theatre program? It’s outrageous, when you think about it!
Now, I realise that very few people would see it this way, and the other 99% will shake their heads in confusion, wonder, mild irritation, shock or denial… And that’s okay. I’m used to it. Still bugs the Hell out of me, though. But I’m more than used to it.
Fortunately, I have at least one sympathetic soul in my corner, Anja Lind: friend, colleague and undoubtedly kindred spirit, especially in these matters. And one’s all you need, isn’t it?