Review: STATION ELEVEN & Danielle Deadwyler on HBO Max

I wrote these late night musings from Facebook about Station Eleven, a limited series on HBO MAX. It was based on the novel of the same name by Emily St. John Mandel. I liked the musings enough to re-post them here.

I’m slowly working my way through Station Eleven again for a second time. I’m really trying to savor the experience and watching it very slowly and deliberately. It’s a fantastic show and the experience watching this a second time and watching how the onion of the story reveals itself is just a damn good experience.

The show is based on an acclaimed novel, which I have not read. But I LOVED her next two books, Sea of Tranquility & The Glass Hotel. The show really captures the meat of how her novels work, how they flow and how time ultimately doesn’t matter. It’s all about the characters and their journeys.

I was initially turned off by this show by the poster as seen in the header. I love Makenzie Davis, but there’s just something about this image that doesn’t do it for me. Makes it feel like The Fault in our Stars or whatever. And I like that movie, but it’s not what I’m looking for. It’s a bad representation of what this show is and becomes. It’s about the characters and each episode is a different focus on a different character and how they all interact inside this story about the end and beginning of the world. It’s post apocalyptic and it’s so very timely. It’s filmed in 2021 in the middle of the pandemic and it really captures that feeling of dread and our dreams of being alive felt during the Covid pandemic.

The performances are incredible. There is not a weak link in the cast. This is a murderers row of character actors. I’ve love Gael García Bernal and this is one of his best roles. He’s so damn fucking charming in this! Mackenzie is damn good. She’s been amazing in everything since Halt and Catch fire. But Himesh Patel as Jeeven really steals the show. Over and over again he just steals my heart more and more. His character has such a great journey and is the real heart of the show. He makes it work for me.

But holy shit! I’m watching episode 3 and the actress who plays Miranda is amazing. She changes shape in each scene she’s in. I had to look to make sure it was her because she metamorphizes in each scene as the episode jumps in time. Her performance was a powerhouse! Just holy shit!

Piano player Cava Menzies (left) with The Piano Lesson Star Danielle Deadwyler (Right) at Mill Valley Film Festival Piano Lesson Reception.

So i had to pause everything to look and see who she was and low and behold… It’s Danielle Deadwyler! She’s the star of THE PIANO LESSON, which played at Mill Valley Film Festival this year and she attended a party i helped plan. Hot damn, i wish i had paid more attention to her credits, i knew she was in Station Eleven, but because she’s such a chameleon in her roles… I didn’t put it together that she was MIRANDA! And it feels good too cause that party kicked ass and i booked the music. The photo below is of the piano player i hired taking with Danielle. Cool stuff. And i wish i had known because that would have made taking this photo so much more…”HOLY SHIT!!!!” She’s so good in this show!!!

This is a hard show to just sell to someone and I kind of get why the poster is so bad. It’s about the end of the world and the new beginnings that follows. It jumps through time a lot. It’s sad, but hopeful. It’s got a fantastic soundtrack. It’s made me want to learn more about Shakespeare. It makes me happy to be alive. How the hell do you put that on a poster?

If you liked ARRIVAL, The Leftovers, Children Of Men, Motorcycle Diaries, or I Saw The TV GLOW…. There’s a great chance you’ll like the tone and vibe of this. It’s really fantastic. It just feels to me like a warm old sweater or blanket. It fits just right for me.

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Notes on Depression: The Great Fondness of Now

The Great Fondness of NowBy Damian Burford I’ve had half a pot of coffee and I keep writing way to much nonsense on this here idiot box and then not posting it. I apologize for the humble/brag post, but this is meant to be an inspirational post after this last weekend’s “World Suicide Awareness Day” & Trve Brewing’s event for Brandon Gay, who took his life last year. I was talking to my friend Kelley the other night and she asked me how I was doing, and I told her about the new restaurant and how I wish it was a little busier, but then she looked me dead in my eyes and asked me, “No, HOW ARE YOU DOING?” She made sure to enunciate every single word, so I would know she was serious. She wanted to know how I was doing. Not some bullshit catch up answer. She wanted the honest to goodness truth. I sat there and thought for a moment before answering with a thought that pops into my head late at night when I’m sitting on the balcony, watching the world turn by me. I sit out there and I think to myself: “When I look back on these days I will look back on them with great fondness.” Sounds cold and heartless, but these are my halcyon days. These days are great and amazing and I’m trying my hardest to take the advice that was given to Kurt Vonnegut: “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.” I feel the happiest, healthiest and best I have ever felt in my entire god damned life of misery. I didn’t know how much of a sad sack piece of shit I had been for years, wallowing in my self-made misery. I look back at these Facebook on this Day posts, and I want to tell that angry, shy, scared little boy that things will be alright. You’re only acting out because you don’t actually understand that you are the architect for your own misery. I spent so much time wanting and needing to be a part of something to be excepted that I didn’t realize I had to work to except myself first. In the immortal words of RuPaul Charles: “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else? “ I want to tell that stupid little brat of a man, “One day you’ll add those tools to the toolbox you need to not only get by in the world with more ease, but will allow you to share and help others find their ease.” Actually, I think I did this the other night while staring into the mirror after too much nighttime sleep aid. I want to tell that whiny fool, “One day you’ll start working on yourself and you’ll meet the most wonderful and supportive partner who wants to be with you because she sees how hard you work on growing and changing into the best person you can be.” I don’t think that younger boy would have listened. I just have to learn things the hard way, but you don’t have to. The point of this is, If my dumbass can get here, so can you. And If I can get here once, I can get here again. I can do it. You can do it. We can do it. I want to keep ranting and raving and telling you how I did it, but we’re all different beasts. What worked for me, might not work for you, but you have to be open to making yourself a better person. And each and every day I feel like I’m a better person than I was before and I’m just going to keep going in that direction. I get it why people are so annoying when they discovered the Gym, diets, religion, philosophy, crystals, astrology, ect… It’s because it’s a secret Pyramid Scheme. Let me explain, when we start to work on ourselves, when things start to really change for the better… you feel great. But you know what feels even better? What makes that dopamine hit even harder? Is getting other people to join up and feel great as well. You’ve opened their world and you get even more hits of dope. So you become the friend of your group selling lifestyles like it’s Mary Kay. So the point of this is that I I wanted to share a few things that have helped me feel this way. It might not work for you. We’re all super different and have different needs/programming/experiences. I’m not trying to sell you supplements here… *Honesty with yourself. (I’m Damian. I have limitations and I have different strengths and weaknesses. Stop comparing yourself to others. Be you.)*Prozac (I get the shakes and stutters sometimes and terrible leg cramps, but it beats feeling like I’m drowning in my own head.Meditation. (It helps quiet all the damned noise and helps me understand that thoughts are more like annoying little pop ups you get on your phone when you haven’t used an app for a while.)*Empathy. (Maybe if I understand people better, I won’t hate them as much.)*Philosophy (Changes the way you look at the world.)*Reading (Fiction, Non-Fiction, Memoirs: Changes the way you look at the world.)*Drag Race (helped me understand just how different we all are, and how we’re still so much the same.)*Too much Weed. (Helps me relaxxxxxxxxxxx, man. Helps me open my mind! Helps me sleep! Just helps me not take the world so god damned seriously!)*Writing (It helps me find my true voice and it just feels good.)*Service (Helping people who need help. Or writing self congratulatory Facebook posts and hope people gleam something from them.)*Being true to yourself and just how fucking weird you are and then embrace it, cause the only people worth knowing are the weirdos. This is

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Wide Right is the most punk rock bar in all of Denver in the year of 2021.

The lady is out of town tonight, so I had a hall pass to do whatever I wanted… So I went to the Paramount Theatre and watched one of my favorite writers/npr personalities speak! Super exciting! But before and after the show, I stopped at the best gosh darn bar in downtown Denver, WIDE RIGHT. It’s a magical place of cheap drinks, great bar food that doesn’t feel hoity toity, and just a great vibe. When I’m there it reminds me of the clubhouse feel that the Triple Nickel Tavern in Colorado Springs had when I worked there…. and that was just the daytime.I came back after standing in line for two hours to meet David Sedaris. (more on that tomorrow, probably?) I was debating going home, but instead I flipped the Toys for Tots coin that was sent to me in the mail to entice me to donate money.It has a teddy bear on one side and the United State Marine Corps logo on the other. It seems as good a coin as any to flip and help you decide fate. Obviously the Teddy bear is the HEADS and with HEADS I would go home, and tails, I go into the clubhouse for adventures and open mic night. I had never been so damned happy to see a Marine in my life as I opened my palm to the USMC logo staring back at me. I went in and found chaos. It was open mic night, just after a huge show at Ratio just down the street. It was open mic night alright, but tonight in the full moon it felt oh so much more like a party. It felt anarchic. It felt alive. Wide Right might be the most punk rock bar in all of Denver right now. They didn’t need to have bands playing here or people dressed a certain way! Wide Right is a divey, welcoming, performance arts space. It’s full of crazy drugged out artists just looking to make strange, weird art. I sat in the back and watched open micer after open micer eat shit. I watched a kid meltdown on stage, and I watched a bunch of really crazy, excited and scared people try to make art in a room full of people who don’t much give a shit. It was wonderful. It was electric. It was home. You could feel this creative desperation in the air and it was almost as intoxicating as the house made cocktails ($3 everyday during happy hour)!Maybe it’s the David Sedaris stories running around in my head, but I came home and felt compelled to write about this magic that I witnessed tonight in “downtown Denver.” It may not look the same, or feel the same… but there are places in this city where magic still happens. There are places here where people can still go chase those dreams, and not be judged. There are places still here in Denver, where you can go and feel like you’re still in your small hometown. Wide Right is a magical place. It’s a place I want to go to and visit when I have the almighty Hall Pass from the GF. It’s the place I want to try eating shit at stand up again (the few times I tried stand up in the past I was just thrown on shows by a guy with initials for a name who just used me for connections, but that’s a whole other story as well…), and it makes me want to surround myself with people who just want to fucking MAKE STUFF. I promise, I only had like 3 of those “Spicy” shots. They were good. Meghan makes some mean fucking drink recipes. ($3 during happy hour. 4-6pm every day. That spicy Mango marg was soooo fucking gooooood.) Congratulations to Meghan and Jeremy. You’re magical people and You’ve made a magical place. Thank you for sharing that magic with us all.xoxo

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