One thing about New York is that on a daily basis you hear your fair share of inappropriate language. At the deli you’ll hear about “fucking A-Rod.” At the barber you’ll hear about various “bitches” and “sluts.” Driving on the Cross Island you’ll be called an “asshole” or a “cunt.” On the subway you’ll hear someone with tourettes call out about “fags” and “niggers.” To be honest, as unfortunate and embarrassing as it may sound, it’s part of the culture here.
I’ve tried to naturally incorporate this vernacular into Bridge and Tunnel. I don’t like to lace my work with profanity, I really don’t. There were a couple moments in The Newest Pledge (not counting Haitian Creole), but none in my student work, but those films are all in a different genre, geared towards a different audience than Bridge and Tunnel. With this motion picture I’m trying to accurately project my generation, in this place at this time, into a story. To do so it needs to have dirty language.
And there’s a decent amount of profanity, only used naturally, in the right context. But that’s New York and that’s what Bridge and Tunnel was meant to be. It’s not charming like an episode of Friends, it’s not as innocent as How I Met Your Mother, it’s not as quirky as Girls, and it’s not as sophisticated as a Woody Allen or Whit Stillman movie. In fact, the purpose of this project was to create a counter-film to all of those portrayals of the region, and to instead show my vision of the real New York.
The real New York isn’t the fashion show that New Yorkers wish it was. The real New York is not Paris (it’s better). Perhaps successful designers live and work here, but hop on a subway at any hour of the day and you’ll find that the real New York doesn’t dress as well as they wish they did. The real New York wears more sweatpants than the movies would allow you to believe, the real New York is chubbier than Sex and the City would want you to see (or way too skinny).
The real New York is a bunch of working class people, from blue collar backgrounds, sitting around, eating, drinking, watching TV, being loud, getting in verbal fights, and simultaneously enjoying life while finding new ways consider yourself miserable. In a metropolitan area of 22 million people, this is what the lives of 21.9 million of them are like.
And it’s how I want Bridge and Tunnel to play. No, the film is not a fashion show. It’s more like a visual mid-70’s Bruce Springsteen song; only more simultaneously content and miserable.
And with more profanity.
Jason Michael Brescia
May 20, 2013 7:11 P.M EST