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It may be possible that no one loves Brooklyn more than Jason Cusato, a 35-year old Park Slope movie maker, who makes films about his borough to capture its ever-changing charm.
“I try to make films about the Brooklyn that practically doesn’t exist anymore,” Cusato says. “The borough has changed so much and I want people to remember what it used to be.” Jason Cusato got his start at the School of Visual Arts when he helped to shoot a documentary The Aid to Church in Need about a lower Manhattan congregation.
The year was 1971, Richard Nixon was president, ‘Attica’ was a chant, The Weather Men blew things up, Alan Shepard hit a golf ball miles on the moon and felt totally cool, and Hamburgers got a helper! Let’s see… We also had the Pentagon Papers, we’re All in the Family and I was a meathead, Woody made us all Bananas, Lennon asked us to Imagine, a fiddler fiddled on a roof, The Vietnam war raged and I was drafted.
Astoria/LIC International Film Festival is proud to present Polygamy, a clever, thought-provoking full-length feature film by Hungarian director/producer Dénes Orosz, in which he explores the ever-controversial subject of polygamy from the surprising angle of what would happen if someone's coveted wish was miraculously fulfilled.
Look at him. He is so buff. When he wears his black Storm Trooper suit it drives me crazy. I would bite his butt right here if I could. But it always pisses him off whenever I get affectionate around the troops. And he can be such a bitch when he gets angry. He says he has an image to uphold. He needs to demand respect. God, please! What did he think he demanded last night? Respect! He demanded total respect from me, but I sure as hell got no respect from him. He was such an animal. And it wasn’t just physical; he uses The Force during our little trysts, and let me tell you, that’s something else altogether. I’m still sore as hell and not at all sure I can sit on this damn scooter all day after what he did to me last night. At least he was home early. I guess I should be thankful he was not running around with one of his little numbers.
