My last film, Boar Attack, was shown in a church Friday. For a funeral. A friend of a friend's Dad died this week. The lady is a dancer, and I guess when she saw the film a couple years ago (not sure where) it stuck with her.
The man's wife (dancer's mom) "loves it and is insisting that we play it in the church. Just got to get it past Father George."
No award could ever come close to this. It really makes my work feel important. What an honour.
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