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JI: I went to Stanford’s documentary film program in 1971-72 — MA in Film
& Broadcasting. Small department, hands-on, crafts-school type do-it-yourself
courses, where you got a chance to practice everything: shooting, directing,
editing, etc. … started with my thesis film producing, directing, shooting, and
editing in ‘73: a documentary about health care in Alaskan native villages along
the Yukon River. JI: For the first part I’d like to refer you to an essay I wrote for FLM, the Landmark Theatre magazine, at http://www.movienet.com/wildparrots.html.On getting it distributed¾ it was an inadvertent but fortuitous chain of events. I’d been sending out e-mails to my address list, with news about the wild parrot film and in one of them I asked for advice on distribution. Gary Snyder was in my address book, and he forwarded the request to his friend Mike Getz, who owns theaters in Nevada City and Grass Valley and has been an exhibitor for many years. Mike got back in touch with me, suggesting seven small distributors he thought would be good for this movie. I sent screeners to the four interested ones, and two of those made offers: Zeitgeist, based in NYC, and Shadow, based in Maine. I went with Shadow because the advance was higher and I had a good intuitive feeling about Ken Eisen at Shadow. Like me, he’s been in the biz for over 25 years. He’s sort of a back-to-the-land former hippie type but isn’t really, he hails from the NYC area like I do. And he has a reputation among other filmmakers for being honest and actually paying royalties! I’m very happy with my choice, although Emily and Nancy at Zeitgeist also came very highly recommended. So it turns out that Gary Snyder really had an impact on both Mark — by
encouraging him to get into nature, even in a city, thus Mark’s starting to feed
the parrots — and me, by recommending someone who helped me find a distributor.
His influence on this whole endeavor is quite profound. We got to meet him and
hang out with him about a month ago when we all appeared at a benefit screening
at Mike Getz’s theatre in Grass Valley. JI: People seem to get a kick out of it. It’s difficult to answer for one
thing (Parrots are prettier? Parrots are cooler than "flying rats?"), and I
think it’s disarming when Mark simply says, ‘I don’t know.’ That to me is the
best answer. But it does make you think about the other possible replies. It’s
an interesting philosophical conundrum... JI: There was a lot of misunderstanding and some outrage when Mark had to
move because of the renovation, and that’s when a lot of national press focused
on the story: NY Times, NPR, People Magazine, LA Times, etc. It was portrayed as
a simple good guy/bad guy story, where the owners were kicking him out (and) he
had nowhere to go, etc. Actually, as I tried to point out in the film, they’d
let him stay in the cottage for three years without paying rent, and they’d paid
his water, garbage, electricity, etc. all that time. They finally had to
renovate the place because it was beginning to sag and fall apart and would
slide down the hill if a foundation weren’t put underneath. Mark was ready to
have his intense time (six years) with the parrots end, because it was
exhausting and he wanted to get back to a life with people. But he didn’t want
to end it arbitrarily, so the fact that he had to leave was ok with him, even
though he didn’t know for sure where he’d go or what would happen next. Some
friends in Oakland offered him a room to write (in), he was working on the book
at the time, so he moved over there for a while. It all worked out fine. JD: Has Mark been back to visit his parrots on Telegraph Hill and in the
sanctuary? Do they still remember him? JI: After about a year and a half away from the Hill, Mark got a call
from the woman who owned the house next door to the cottage where he used to
live on the Greenwich Steps. She needed a caretaker, and needed someone to take
care of a cat (that) was left in the house after the former renters moved. Mark
moved into this house, and that’s where he and I live now, with the cat, and
with four parrots (two from the flock — injured and sick). After awhile he
started feeding the flock again, but not as often as before. He found a cherry
tree they’d come to, where he could reach the branches. They recognized him
right away, even after two years. Sophie, Pushkin, Olive, Scrapper, and other
old-timers still come around for a handout. Our next-door neighbors are Tom and
Denise, Mark’s former "landlords." JI: Mark’s book is doing really well: The paperback is on the NY Times Bestseller List (#32 this week). I don’t know if you’ve had a chance to read it yet, but it covers the full six years of his relationship with the flock (the film only covers his final year), and there are a lot more parrot characters in the book, including Dogen, Mark’s favorite bird. Both hardback and paperback have gone into third printings. Yes, he has found his calling, and he’s writing another book: this one about his time on the street as a "dharma bum," searching for his path in life. It’s something that people in this culture have a really hard time understanding, although it other cultures this sort of thing is more common. (For the parrot memoir, there’s a book web site with more info and pix: www.wildparrotsbook.com.)
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