Announcing DIRTBAG premiere screenings at Mountainfilm in Telluride and SIFF in Seattle
The moment has arrived!
The movie is done after more than a decade in the making.
We’re proud to announce the first ever public screenings of DIRTBAG: THE LEGEND OF FRED BECKEY.
The film will World Premiere over Memorial Day Weekend at Mountainfilm in Telluride (May 26-29), followed shortly by the Northwest Premiere on June 4 and June 10 at SIFF in Seattle!
Tickets will sell out fast, so act now at the links above if you plan to attend!
If you live outside of the Telluride and Seattle areas, don’t worry! We’re planning to take the film on tour in 2017-18 to screen in as many cities and festivals as possible.
Stay tuned for more announcements and follow @DirtbagMovie on Twitter for the latest breaking news on the project.
Check out the new Theatrical Trailer for DIRTBAG:
Huge thanks for your support on behalf of Fred and the hundreds of people who contributed to this documentary! Fred’s life story will finally be told. We could not have done this without you. See you soon.
The DIRTBAG Movie Team
Fred Beckey on a ski trip in Whistler, April 2017
photo by Dani McDonough
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In 1962, Joel Meyerowitz left his job in advertising and set out to be a photographer. He started by venturing outside with two Leica cameras (one loaded with color film and the other with black and white) to snap the world in motion: In one image, a man strides through the streets of New York cradling an enormous dog in his arms; in another, a couple zooms through Greece on a scooter, the woman’s scarf blurred by the wind.
“Along with half a dozen other photographers of his generation, Joel Meyerowitz is responsible for the re-evaluation of color photography as a significant form of art,” says Giles Huxley-Parlour, the director of London’s Beetles+Huxley Gallery, which opens a show focused on the photographer’s influential street photography this week.
When Meyerowitz started out, color film was still dismissed by many as creatively inferior to black and white; as a self-taught photographer, he knew nothing of this prejudice, and simply followed his instincts. “Joel — along with Joel Sternfeld, William Eggleston, Stephen Shore and a few others — recalibrated photography in the public’s eyes, but also in the critics’ eyes,” Huxley-Parlour says. “They made artistic sense of it.” (Meyerowitz now lives in Tuscany, and is still regularly publishing photo books.)
By the early 1970s, when he was working exclusively in color, Meyerowitz was beginning to concentrate on what he called “field photographs,” in which there was no central focus. A vivid image from this time shows a diving board arching over one side of a Florida pool, with a palm tree leaning over the other — a picture in which every part of the composition holds equal weight. “He is a man who is very graphically and aesthetically aware,” Huxley-Parlour says. “He didn’t come with any preconceived ideas of what a photograph should be.”
WOODSTOCK, N.Y. — The lawn goldfish, to use Ganden Thurman’s name for his parents’ three temple dogs, were trailing Nena Thurman in a wheezing cortege. Ms. Thurman’s husband, Robert Thurman, the Buddhist scholar and activist, made his way down the twisting stairs of their idiosyncratic handmade house, and the two settled into a well-worn sofa, the dogs strewed on the floor.
Dr. Thurman, the professor of Indo-Tibetan Buddhist studies at Columbia University and the president of Tibet House US, a cultural institution that is three decades old this year, has a book to promote, a biography in graphic-novel form of the Dalai Lama called “Man of Peace.”
Dense with East Asian history, it’s not quite “Persepolis” or “Fun Home,” but it is a thrill to come upon cartoon versions of hometown political figures like Nancy Pelosi, Dianne Feinstein and Barack Obama (you’ll even find Whoopi Goldberg near the end, in a hilarious panel where the Dalai Lama praises her dreadlocks and she praises his bald pate). Nonetheless, its contemporary exposition is one Mr. Thurman hopes will newly popularize the exiled Tibetan leader’s life story among millennials.
As one of the Dalai Lama’s most famous — and oldest — Western pals, Dr. Thurman is still his best and most passionate apologist. And the two have made a curious bet to live until the year 2048 to see the Tibetan cause through. To speed up the process, Dr. Thurman wants to send Xi Jinping, the Chinese leader, the works of Jonathan Schell, the antiwar advocate and academic who died in 2014.
In the meantime, the publication of the graphic novel, which Dr. Thurman wrote with William Meyers and Michael G. Burbank, and is either his 20th or 21st book — he isn’t quite sure, given his prodigious output of scholarly works and translations — is the latest example of the long and successful family business that is the Robert and Nena partnership. They will celebrate their half-century anniversary in July, though this former model, now 76, and this former monk, now 75, were once voted by their friends as the couple least likely to succeed.
He then set off for Mexico and India, in search of verities he hoped would be more durable and more eternal than those presented by his upbringing. His wife was understandably not eager to bring a new baby on her husband’s vision quest, and the couple parted ways.
Dr. Thurman was just 23 when he was introduced to the Dalai Lama, then 29. A crackerjack linguist, Dr. Thurman had learned Tibetan in 10 weeks, and the two became “talking partners,” as the Dalai Lama liked to say. The Tibetan leader was interested in interrogating Dr. Thurman on Freud and other thinkers in the contemporary Western canon, while Dr. Thurman was eager for the Dalai Lama’s insights into the dharma. The older man ordained the younger as a Tibetan monk, the first known Westerner to take the necessary 253 vows.
Commerce secretary Wilbur Ross offered two highlights from his trip to Saudi Arabia in an interview with CNBC on Monday morning. First, he enjoyed the two bushels of dates he was given by Saudi Arabian security guards and, second, he was pleased that he saw no protester with “a bad placard.”
Perhaps because an American-style protest is illegal in that country and can result in a death sentence.
Ross was using the lack of protesters as an example of how warmly the Trump administration was received in the country.
Botha was leading a group of hunters in western Zimbabwe on Friday afternoon when they stumbled upon a breeding herd of elephants in Hwange National Park, the Telegraph reported.
Startled, three elephant cows charged the group. Botha opened fire, according to News24, but a fourth elephant rammed him from the side, lifting him with her trunk. One of his fellow hunters then fired a shot. The elephant collapsed on top of Botha, killing him.
Forest Service process flawed, failed to ‘listen to the public’
In a significant win for opponents of the Village at Wolf Creek, a federal judge on Friday invalidated the U.S. Forest Service’s decision to approve a land exchange that would have essentially served as a green light for a new resort atop the remote mountain pass.
“The order rules in the favor of community groups who have been fighting this ill-conceived project for decades,” said Travis Stills, an attorney with Energy & Conservation Law. “This is an important decision that respects the law, the environment and, importantly, agency staffers who tried to protect the national forest, despite the constant barrage of political pressure.”
In 2015, Rio Grande Forest Service supervisor Dan Dallas approved a land exchange with Leavell-McCombs Joint Venture – spearheaded by Texas billionaire B.J. “Red” McCombs – that gave the developers the access to U.S. Highway 160 they had lacked since the 1980s.
For nearly three decades, Leavell-McCombs Joint Venture has sought to build a resort with a capacity for an estimated 8,000 to 10,000 people on the mountain pass at nearly 10,000 feet and more than 20 miles from the nearest town.
A coalition of environmental groups for two years has challenged the Forest Service’s decision, arguing that the agency unlawfully limited the scope of an environmental analysis and was unduly influenced by McCombs and his political pressure throughout the process.
Senior Judge Richard P. Matsch in no uncertain terms agreed with those concerns.
“What NEPA (National Environmental Policy Act) requires is that before taking any major action, a federal agency must stop and take a careful look to determine the environmental impact of that decision, and listen to the public before taking action,” he wrote in his decision. “The Forest Service failed to do that.”
“Public awareness of the fragility of the natural environment has greatly increased in the intervening 30 years, and the need for a scientifically based analysis of the impact of the Forest Service decisions in managing national forest system lands to support a decision is imperative in explaining the decision to the public,” he wrote.
Matsch also took issue with the public comment process.
“The 900 public comments in the record show this heightened public awareness of the effects of human disruption of the native environment,” Matsch wrote. “Notably, responses to the public comments were prepared by the contractors who did the work. They would not be expected to find that work to be flawed.”
Throughout the 40-page decision, Matsch continually finds faults, inconsistencies and errors in the long, ongoing process between the Forest Service and Leavell-McCombs Joint Venture.
In the original land exchange request in 1986, for instance, Matsch points out that the Forest Service denied the proposal, on the basis, according to the Forest Service itself, that “environmental, social and economic impacts resulting from the development are not at all clear.”
Two weeks later, the Forest Service inexplicably reversed its decision, approving the land exchange.
Matsch pointed to Deputy Forester Maribeth Gustafson’s 2014 email to a colleague, in which she said of the Forest Service’s abrupt turnaround: “It is commonly understood that Mr. McCombs brought political pressure to bear to realize his dream to develop the ski area.”
Other issues with the NEPA process, the Endangered Species Act as it related to the Canada lynx, as well as the Forest Service’s actions throughout the process, are called into question. Matsch ultimately deems the agency’s actions “arbitrary and capricious, an abuse of discretion and contrary to law.”
“(The Forest Service) failed to consider important aspects of the issues before them, offered an explanation for their decision that runs counter to the evidence, failed to base their decision on consideration of the relevant factors and based their decision on an analysis that is contrary to law,” he wrote.
Because the U.S. Forest Service declined comment for this story, and Clint Jones, a representative with Leavell-McCombs Joint Venture, did not return calls seeking comment, it’s unclear what the next steps, if any, might be for the proposed Village at Wolf Creek.
The Forest Service and/or Leavell-McCombs Joint Venture have the option of appealing Matsch’s decision. Or, they could start the land swap proposal all over again.
A third option, as Stills suggested, would be to abandon the “fantastical proposal” and “put the threat of a massive village behind us.”
“That would make a really good parcel to return to the national forest,” he said.
Jimbo Buickerood of the San Juan Citizens Alliance said Matsch’s strongly-worded decision recognizes the passion residents expressed for the protection of Wolf Creek Pass.
“This victory represents the power of all of us to work together for the benefit of wild places, watersheds and wildlife habitat – the people’s voice has been heard,” Buickerood said. “We appreciate the diligence that Judge Matsch brought to the legal case in thoroughly examining the record that highlighted the shortcomings of the NEPA process and the pummeling that the environment would take should the project be approved.”
On the Internet today you will find thousands, perhaps even millions, of people gloating about the death of elephantine Fox News founder Roger Ailes. The happy face emojis are getting a workout on Twitter, which is also bursting with biting one-liners.
When I mentioned to one of my relatives that I was writing about the death of Ailes, the response was, “Say that you hope he’s reborn as a woman in Saudi Arabia.”
Ailes has no one but his fast-stiffening self to blame for this treatment. He is on the short list of people most responsible for modern America’s vicious and bloodthirsty character.
We are a hate-filled, paranoid, untrusting, book-dumb and bilious people whose chief source of recreation is slinging insults and threats at each other online, and we’re that way in large part because of the hyper-divisive media environment he discovered.
Ailes was the Christopher Columbus of hate. When the former daytime TV executive and political strategist looked across the American continent, he saw money laying around in giant piles. He knew all that was needed to pick it up was a) the total abandonment of any sense of decency or civic duty in the news business, and b) the factory-like production of news stories that spoke to Americans’ worst fantasies about each other.
Like many con artists, he reflexively targeted the elderly – “I created a TV network for people from 55 to dead,” he told Joan Walsh – where he saw billions could be made mining terrifying storylines about the collapse of the simpler America such viewers remembered, correctly or (more often) incorrectly, from their childhoods.
In this sense, his Fox Newsbroadcasts were just extended versions of the old “ring around the collar” ad – scare stories about contagion. Wisk was pitched as the cure for sweat stains creeping onto your crisp white collar; Fox was sold as the cure for atheists, feminists, terrorists and minorities crawling over your white picket fence.