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Death by Party | Not Waving But Drowning

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I have close people in my life that are artists which explains the massive pull-the-car over fake heart attack I had while driving to the premiere of the indie film Not Waving but Drowning I felt, initially, I was being dragged to but left rather delighted on a humid July evening in New York City. My oldest younger brother and my oldest American male cousin understand me more than anybody in this world because they know the difference between love-is-art, hard work, and plight more so than anybody I’ve ever met. They rival only my mom (in my world) demonstrating what it truly means to be a sufficient artist and they are two people I enjoy talking about the creative process with. They’re my biggest supporters in the world and also the people I dream about getting in the most trouble with. Yet they’re both happily married and doing the right thing by settling down and raising children of their own. That’s when I knew that after my cousin took the wheel in the middle of the Jersey Turnpike, and my brother cracked me a front-seat relaxation beer en route to the premiere of this film, this night would be in for something future nights may never see any time again, all three of us hanging out in another city.

If you’ve ever been a part of a sold out movie premiere produced by someone pouring popcorn and shots of whiskey upon entering a Greenwich Village movie theatre you’d a sworn you’ve made it in this world. But nothing compares to premiere after-parties, especially this movie’s. It’s always fitting to be welcomed by a beautiful burlesque dancer teasing overweight businessmen while Led Zeppelin plays in the background. Important parties are usually held at clubs that would otherwise steer you away if you were an un-important peasant (aka. a man that doesn’t know anybody). The best part about being a part of anything is being VIP and you don’t realize this until you get hit on by British women dressed as Vestal Virgins while drinking half-price Tecate cans on a rooftop bar under a lower Manhattan skyline.

Like the stars of this coming-of-age film I left the party sharing one thing in common: a summer night with two close people in my life at a point where we’ve all sorta come-of-age. We spent the rest of the evening driving around town with Santo, an aspiring producer that doubled as our tour guide and entertainment for the evening. One second he’s discussing the nuances of people that love shrimp scampi while the next second he’s showing us the hang-out spots of a silver screen legend that goes by the name ‘Bob.’ The context of the night plays out like being drunk and tied to a carousel: there is no end in sight under the bright swirling lights. It’s not an epic night until those bright lights fizzle out and nothing is left but watching the sun rise over ground zero with the best friends money wish it could buy. I’ve decided to link the film because the producers are making it available on YouTube for anybody to stream and I want to thank them personally not only for the invite but also the catalyst to great memories. Some of the actors in the movie have moved on to more familiar projects while the filmmaker will hopefully be getting back behind the camera sooner rather than later. If you like babes, white horses, and subtle darkness give this film a shot. And for some reason if none of this is your cup of tea keep on the lookout for future projects that will be coming from the creative team behind this great film.

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By Lou Cervantes

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