Many years ago I was asked to make a little movie to entertain some friends at a Christmas party. I agreed but was at a loss as to what the subject matter should be. Then I remembered taking little trips at night with my grandmother and her sisters to marvel at the electric lights all over town. We would drive around and stop and get out while aunt Bess snapped a few pictures for her scrap book.
Anyway the owner of the local homo bar was to be at this party. He was flamboyant with one of those (rare these days) flamboyant homo decorated homes. Each Christmas he would pull out all the stops and over decorate the yard with a million lights and vignettes then on Christmas Eve he would dress as Santa and climb the roof and give presents to the lil’chilren. Mostly it was for publicity.
The crowd attending this party would sort of snicker behind his back about all the fuss he made each year, “I would hate to get his power bill...” and “She’s such a show off...always outdoing everyone” and my favorite, “If he adds one more strand of lights the whole city will be plunged into a blackout.”
So one night during the holiday break I grabbed my friend Roy (the narrator of the Lights Lights Lights Lighting Emporium commercial) and James and we set out to film a Christmas light tour like my great aunts would have done but this time with shocking results. Then we came home and narrated it into a little travelogue. Incidentally the last house we go to is the very one that belonged to the homo bar owner.
He enjoyed it.
So should you,