Screenwriting, me & Cannes Film Festival

Cannes Film Festival attracts thousands of industry professionals

Note:  As I write this, my daughter Emma Palova-Chavent is at the actual 66th Cannes Film Festival in Cannes, France that started on May 15th  and runs through May 26th.

 A big chapter in my memoir “Greenwich Meridian” is dedicated to my career as a journalist after coming to the USA. That was one of my many dreams to write for newspapers like Earnest Hemingway did, and then make a full-blown switch to literature and film.

So, here we go. Lights, camera, action.

 I covered the film festival twice in 2010 and 2011 for a conglomerate of newspapers J-Ad Graphics as part of my journalism and freelance career. I was among the 30,000 reporters from all over the world who had descended onto the beautiful city nestled between the Mediterranean Sea and the Maritime Alps.

This is what I wrote after coming back:

“Experiencing Cannes Film Festival, held annually in the French Riviera, is like flying to the International Space Station and making it back. Not everyone gets to do it, and not everyone wants to do it. It’s riveting, it’s moving, it’s inspiring, and it shows that anything is possible.”

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The cast of Pedro Almodovar’s film the “Skin I Live In” with Antonio Banderas in Cannes.

The biggest driving force to go to the festival was my own screenplay “Riddleyville Clowns,” which is registered with the Writers Guild of America, West.

While covering the making of Jerry Zandstra’s movie “Genesis Code,” which was partially filmed in Lowell and Grand Rapids, my interest shifted to screenwriting. I purchased “Final Draft” software, and I was on my way to the stars in Cannes.

At the time during the economic recession of late 2000s my husband Ludek was working in Wisconsin, and I was alone with my dog Haryk. I was writing for the Lowell Ledger and the Grand Rapids Magazine.

It was an ideal scenario for writing a script. I already had the setting, the main character, the plot and the driving force.  The screenplay was inspired by a real clown parade that was held to celebrate 175th anniversary of Lowell.

A  local resident Dave Thompson came to see me in my cubicle office. He told me he was organizing a clown parade. That was the spark that ignited the screenwriter in me.

“I am going to have a clown band from Scottville and clowns from all over,” Thompson said. “It’s been a heck of a deal to put this together.”

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Emma Palova behind a pirate prop at the Cannes Film Festival 2011.

It took me four months to write the screenplay. I wrote every day after writing at work.

When I finished  the last scene where the main character washes off the clown paints in the river that turn it red, I got up from the chair and my hair was standing straight up Mohawk style.

“I did it,” I said to myself.

I plan on going to the Cannes Film Festival again with my movies including the “Riddleyville Clowns” and “Greenwich Meridian where East meets West.” I am also writing  a screenplay based on the memoir.

With its dynamics and exotic locales, the immigration saga has a potential for series just like the Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides and the Godfather.

The fourth pirate movie premiered at Cannes in 2011. For the event, the city decks out with sponsor posters, banners, billboards. The actual screenings of films with the cast and the producers take place in the evening.

Those who receive tickets to the screening from the producers walk the red carpet to the Festival Palace, much like the celebrities. Thousands of people and paparazzi watch the evening processions to the screening. That in itself is a huge show. There is a mandatory dress code to the screenings.

The core of the festival is the competition of the selected films by the jury. The winners are awarded the Golden Palm during the final ceremonies on Sunday.

Copyright © 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova

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Book dedication to my mother

Author dedicates book to mother

Mom Ella at Selby Garden in Sarasota, Florida.
Mom Ella at Selby Garden in Sarasota, Florida.

I embarked on this journey through my memories called “Greenwich Meridian where East meets West” on December 12, 2012 after being asked by many colleagues, friends and acquaintances to write  our story.
I have attempted several times to pen our immigration saga now spanning three generations. I saved evidence of such attempts like the personal essay, “Fire on Water.” I used the same title for my novel based on the communist experience from former Czechoslovakia. Some trace elements of the story can be found in a newspaper article about my naturalization as a U.S. citizen in 1999, “Lowell woman gets naturalized.” It was syndicated by the Associated Press and well received by the audience. I got phone calls from all over Michigan.
Finally, I decided to pursue my lifelong dream of writing for the pleasure of others. Until recently I have been writing mostly for information capturing tragedies, disasters, events, politics and corrupt police chiefs or superintendents. However, my forte are human interest stories often about ordinary people doing unusual things either by their own will or against it. The memoir is a true work of creative non-fiction in which I combine real life exotic settings like Africa with real life people, who are either put in a bizarre situation or get into one by their own doings.
Today, on this Mothers Day, I dedicate the book to my mother Ella Konecny who suffered the most in immigration because as Mr. Jan Skvor said at a Czechoslovak Conference for Arts and Science in Emigration in Horgen, Switzerland, 1970.
“Immigration is not for missies.”
For me immigration has been one of the toughest things I’ve ever done in my entire life. And that includes studying calculus, seeing my grandparents through their illness to the end and living by myself with two young children, so I could leave the country to join my husband. And now by writing about it, I am reliving it. But, I want to preserve some of the events, and to a certain point even history.
I have no regrets. America has helped me realize my dream of writing. I would do it all over again. I have a Daruma doll used by Japanese businessmen for motivation and to stay on task. One of my former editors gave it to me when I was facing a tough project. When things are not going your way, you just knock it down. A little steel ball at the bottom makes it bounce back.  You also color only one eye, and once the project is complete you color the other eye. So, Daruma has been watching me pounding away on my keyboard at early morning hours chapter after chapter.

“Life went by so fast,” said mom when we talked about immigration in Venice, Florida and at the Selby Gardens.

I completed a 50-page book proposal for Greenwich Meridian to an agent yesterday May 9th , on my birthday. This article contains some excerpts from the overview of the project.
Copyright © 2013 story  and photo by Emma Palova

Love in May

May immortalized by Czech poet and writers

May in Czech is known as the month of love immortalized by poet Karel Hynek Macha and other writers. In May lovers can be found in parks after the long winter. Also May dances are held in many villages. They’re known as Majales and tall Maypoles are erected and decorated with ribbons. These traditions are now coming back after they were suppressed under communism. Also May prayers called Majove are held outdoors when it is nice by simple chapels.

A castle park in Vizovice where a big part of my book takes place.
A castle park in Vizovice where a big part of my book takes place.

Typical flowers for May are lilacs. Some have grown into trees and have been cross bred into different colors. So you can find a blossoming lilac tree in lavender, burgundy and white. The style of many parks was based on English gardens with strict design and hedges such as the one in the picture Vizovice. A lot of my book takes place in this small town of not even 5,000 people in the Moravian region. I went to first grade there, and spend many years growing up in Vizovice, and then taking care of my grandparents.

There are a lot of legends tied to the park and the castle. In the upper part right by the castle, there are two huge statues of ancient fighters with swords. The legend has it that each year, they grow closer together. Then when they finally meet, that will be the end of the world.

Czechs like tales, legends and stories. I don’t know who came up with the one about the statues.

Memoir honors first family entrepreneuer

Grandpa paved way for entrepreneurship

Grandpa Joseph Drabek of Vizovice was the first entrepreneur in the family. He worked for a shoe factory Svedrup as a master sewing machine repairman. He even had his own apprentice. But, on the side he did so called “fusky” or moonlighting for cash. He continued with moonlighting even more so after retiring from Svedrup. Now, that was strictly prohibited under communism, since all private businesses in former Czechoslovakia were nationalized in February of 1948. Penalties for violating the nationalization law included jail time. And grandpa did some.
There were no legal private butcher shops, no funeral parlors, no general stores, no bakeries, no jewelers, and no farmers, just cooperatives. The agricultural land was taken away from farmers, including my second uncles, and put into cooperatives.
So, at a time when any private enterprise was considered an illicit business, grandpa’s biz was flourishing due to the lack of skilled people in his trade.
He proudly gave his corporate headquarters a grandiose name, “shoppa.” The shop was a shack put together from scavenger boards and planks, window panes and stolen material from the shoe factory. It was well hidden behind the old house under a walnut tree. Grandpa painted the shop with old oil from his cars, and he got offended when someone called it a shed.

Grandpa's Shoppa in 2006
Grandpa’s Shoppa in 2006

Grandpa Joseph spent a lot of time on the road. And that’s when my dad, a professor of math and physics, became a part of the business. Dad couldn’t get a teaching job after returning home from the USA, so grandpa as a true entrepreneur exploited that without hesitation.
Dad chauffeured grandpa around the Moravian region for gas money, instead of teaching calculus and trigonometry. He patiently waited in the car calculating math problems in his head, while jovial grandpa chatted with seamstresses who had broken sewing machines.
Grandpa could be easily recognized from far by his signature beret, blue work shirt with oil streaks, his two leather bags filled with tools, and a little canted walk. He quite often swore at the machines, when he couldn’t fix them.
“Where were you,” mom asked once after the duo had been gone for the entire day.
Well that was part of the problem. We never knew when they were coming home. At a time when even land phone lines were a luxury, it was impossible to track them down.

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Grandpa Joseph with my parents in Big Rapids, MI

And it wasn’t unusual for them to end up in strange places, since dad didn’t know the hilly region well.
Grandpa took the business another step further when he put an ad in the local paper advertising his craft. That too was a big no, no. He laughed for the longest time at the single response he got, “Dear Mr. Advertiser.”
No matter what grandpa did, he was a true pioneer ahead of his time.

Grandpa did get to visit with my parents Ella and Vaclav in Big Rapids, Michigan in the late 1980s, soon before he died of cancer. His shoppa survived both him and all the political and development upheaval.
I salute both men, who ever so bravely, journeyed through the countryside to earn an honest crown, that is a good Czech currency.

 

Copyright © 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova

Radio talk transcript

Radio talk wlhsradio.org April 10, 2013 LHS

Intro

“Know thyself”- Socrates

Most people spend more time planning their summer vacation than their lives, GRCC psychology instructor Tom Deschaine.

It took me a long time to figure out what I want in life, because I am good at everything. And that’s not an exaggeration. Just ask my husband.

As funny as it is, it can become a disadvantage that sends you on different tangents wandering around like a hobo. Some call it ADD, lack of focus, lack of determination, whatever.

The writer in me

Deep down inside me I knew I always wanted to write. But that’s like saying I want to eat. What do you want to eat? Hamburger or a steak? Well, it was probably steak.

So, I started writing for Czech papers as a correspondent out of Montreal, while I was teaching ESL. On the side, I wrote fiction, short stories, now in a living collection “Glass Flowers.”

I still enjoyed doing all three things that is writing fiction and non-fiction, as well as teaching. Call it a trichotomy.

When I officially entered the journalism arena in the US, I loved it immediately from the get go.  I learned photography upgrading my skills. My forte or strong side are human interest stories about people doing interesting things.

 News story vs. human interest

The difference between a news story and a human interest story is in its sudden impact, and lasting. I prefer the lasting stories, just as much as I prefer perennials to annuals.

I don’t remember most of the news stories that I have done, (they were all the same crashed cars, bloody bodies, shot people) but I remember outstanding features syndicated by the AP such as the one about a Belding apple farmer losing his orchard due to economy, an Orleans man weaving stockings through the Great Depression, or a boy who delivered his sister.

And that takes me directly to what I am doing now.  I am working on our family immigration saga Greenwich Meridian spanning three generations. It is a true work of creative non-fiction, in which I combine creativity with facts from life. Much like in the human interest features, I elevate the stuff I like about the characters, or the details and downplay what I don’t like.

Screenwriting

I apply a similar but even more liberal technique in my screenplays.  I either base a character on a real person, put him in a real setting, but expose him or her to a fictive situation. Or any mix of the above.

For example for my screenwriting software test, I wrote a skit called “Santa on the Showboat”  based on picture taking with Santa right here in town. The skit features three major characters, Santa based on real Santa,…hahaha, who is real Santa?…..and the city manager and his wife.

The story is about the city manager who has never had his pics taken with Santa, so his wife escorts him to the Showboat. What ends up happening, is that Santa throws the manager of the boat because he raised taxes and got rid of fowl in the city. And Santa has a full backyard of chickens. And all the hilarious stuff in between.

It’s a magical combination that I found out works.

I applied it in the script “Riddleyville Clowns” which is totally inspired by local happenings in 2006 that I have taken to an extreme.  A local resident put together a clown parade to celebrate the city’s 175th anniversary. I used the parade as a vehicle for the entire screenplay that takes us through life in small town America to witness a disaster.

 

Difference between writing and screenwriting: which is more difficult?

 1-Back to square one, depends on your skills and knowing yourself what you can do.

2-In screenwriting you must be able constantly to visualize the scenes, you have to see them before you write them or as you write them, and know how to separate them.

3-Regular writing is more of a conglomerate, you don’t have to visualize as much and you are describing the events, rather than breaking them into different scenes.

 

The blog-why do I have it

 I have the blog as a platform much like a politician. The publishing and the entertainment industries require that you develop your audience or following that will ultimately buy your book and come to see your movie.

It makes sense to me. If I wasn’t a writer, I’d be a politician.

 

Thank you,

Emma Palova

April 10, 2013

 

Copyright (c) Emma Palova

Czech & Slovak Easter traditions-continued

Easter in Czech Republic is longer by Monday. Easter Monday is the day of the big “Schmigrust” or whipping in  Czech, while in Slovakia, girls and women get splashed with water, no matter how cold it is outside.

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Long awaited “schmigrust” in Moravian villages.

As with any holiday, the food is opulent even in modest households. The family pig, rabbits, fowl or poultry may get butchered for the festive occasion. Baking starts usually on Friday and goes into Saturday.

The recipes are passed from mother to daughter, at times to son. A lot of them have traveled across the Atlantic with their owners.

Traditional pastries for festive occasions are round kolache, small, medium or big. They can be made with various toppings and fillings. The small kolache are labor intensive, and the saying goes, “the smaller, the better.” So, I make the big round ones that look like  pizza. I made them for my daughter’s open house, and a neighbor asked me, “Is that a Czech pizza?” It could be, the dough is probably the same, you just add sugar. Usually, they’re topped with plums and cinnamon, plum butter or marmelade. I like to experiment. so, this one I made with a mix of berries, and with cottage cheese. That’s how many recipes get changed through immigration into a different country. You mix the past and the old, with the new and better. This really reminded me of a great cheesecake.

Moravian kolache with cottage cheese and berries. Looks like Czech pizza.
Moravian kolache with cottage cheese and berries. Looks like Czech pizza.

During the era of communism, we were not allowed to travel, so we couldn’t learn anything new. Our version of pizza was with hard-boiled eggs and ripe tomatoes. Go figure. It was edible. Pizza is pizza, good or bad.

For Easter we colored eggs in onion skins, brown, yellow or purple. First we boiled the eggs and let them dry. Then we tied pieces of grass, leaves or flowers to them with wool, and dipped them in a solution made from onion skins and vinegar for stabilization. Once we unwrapped them and peeled off the leaves, we got beautiful rich brown color with white decorations. For exquisite shine, we polished them in butter.

Copyright (c) 2013 story and photos by Emma Palova

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