Tribeca 2007 Day 4: The Workshop and The Air I Breathe

I saw just two films today. The first was The Workshop, a documentary about a radical commune-like “workshop” in California intended to help one find one’s true self. Sexual freedom and exploration are the order of the day during when in residence at this camp. So, too, is belief in the existence of aliens. Director Jamie Morgan claims that this film about a group jokingly called “an alien sex cult” by participants is not a sex film. He’s right. It’s more like the Survivorman of sex-cults, with all the personal melodrama that comes with being stranded in a world of touchy-feeling types on quests for self-discovery by sleeping with everyone around them. It’s also the third film I’ve seen at Tribeca this year that had to be restarted because the people projecting it forgot to turn the sound on at the beginning.

Adding to the disappointment of the day was director Jieho Lee’s The Air I Breathe. It’s a film with a star-studded cast (most of whom were in attendance yesterday) and lots of potential, but not an ounce of compelling plot. The best part of the day was watching Tribeca staffers scramble after they realized that, due to miscommunication with paying patrons, they had given away the seats intended for Sarah Michelle Gellar and her entourage. Oops.

For her part, Gellar was perfectly kind and composed. She simply informed the staff that if there weren’t six seats together as promised, she and her group would leave. Here’s a picture of one of the fairly clear signs that a handful of ticket holders removed from Gellar’s seats to sit in them:


The staff at the screening eventually persuaded the ticket holders who had taken the seats to rearrange themselves so Gellar and her group could sit down.

© 2007 Neal Solon. All rights reserved.

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