By fateful happenstance, I attended this independent screening in hopes of finding a quick bite and a cocktail, supplied by the overly humble, polite Producers and investors. I was antsy and I couldn't WAIT to be nibbling on delicious hors' D'oeuvres, while sipping a 2002-2003 dry Cabernet with a great set of legs, out of flowery wide-bellied wine glass. My mouth was watering as I walked up to the entrance, and I was almost craving the sensations as I strutted into the Studio's screening theatre at Sony's backstage. At that moment...the film began. Simple...dark...clean, with just the right amount of realistic character a frame of film requires. It was astounding. Powerful. And I realized at that moment, that I had just experienced what it feels like to be moved by all of the colors of life. It left me bawling like a small, lonely child. I was filled with much more, than I had intended on accepting. Should 'The Indian,' receive proper viewing by the Academy...THIS film, will be nominated. Bravo.
Review of The Indian
