Watch the ‘F**K 2020’ Trailer about the artists Owens + Crawley during COVID-19
Last night, filmmaker Paul Nethercott debuted the trailer for the film F**K 2020 at Kismetic Beer Company at 201 South Rural St., in Indianapolis. Indy Correspondent attended the trailer debut, where there was ample barbecue and beer, and an art auction to raise money for the film. See the film trailer above and check out my interview with Paul here. I believe this is an important film, highlighting two important Indianapolis based artists, Quincy Owens and Luke Crawley, who struggled along with their families to make it in 2020. Let’s just say that, after this art auction, opportunities remain for those who would like to support this film. You can contact Paul here if you are so inclined.
Come to think of it, there are opportunities for readers to support my attempts with Indy Correspondent to cover interesting developments in the Greater Indy area, whether they be arts or news-related. (More coverage is needed, I think you’ll agree.) You could leave your email at the bottom of this page as I will soon be sending out newsletters every ten days or so. You could also donate some money to support my endeavors as the sole Indy Correspondent, as there are significant costs in both money and time, doing this that I need to find a way to cover somehow. (The donation button is top right on the home page.) Finally, you can purchase Indy Correspondent’s book of poems titled Mindfucking Roundabouts of Carmel, Indiana, available both in paperback and ebook format, which is somewhat cheekily dedicated to Carmel’s Mayor Jim Brainard. It doesn’t limit its horizons to just Carmel, however, setting its sights on the Indianapolis arts scene, black holes, relationships, the sex life of Elon Musk/Jeff Bezos, Van Gogh at the LUME, Soldiers and Sailors Monument, the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, secret menus, bad poetry readings, the idea that you can never really go home again, Applebee’s, the Pyramids at College Park, Uber driving, Kurt Vonnegut, and James Whitcomb Riley — not necessarily in that order. There’s also a poem inspired by Owens + Crawley’s magnificent “Sail” sculpture in Midtown Carmel, along the Monon Trail, which I published in Indy Correspondent along with some other poems from that collection. Both the film F**K 2020 and my book make use of the F-word, I think, for good reason: not to fuck with you or to fuck you over, but at least partly as a matter of emphasis, to draw your attention in a world where our attention spans are increasingly fragmented, diced, and sliced. That’s my theory anyway.
Paul Nethercott introduces the production crew. Photo by Jim Nethercott
