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Speaking of "51 Birch Street"...

Don't miss the New York Times' review of Doug's film. [Link]

“I didn’t make a film just because all this weird stuff was happening and I found the diaries and all that,” he said. “No. It was because my father was talking about himself. The movers were coming, Dad’s in the basement. The light looked really great. And I threw him a question or two. The next thing you know, it’s an hour later and I’m changing the tape.”

Mike Block was not, his son said, the kind of man to express his inner suburbanite. “And it was the first time I ever heard him talk about my mother,” Doug said. “Ever. Or the marriage. It was weird, you know? Kind of uncomfortable. But he seemed to want it, and I picked up on that. I saw a really unique opportunity to get to know my father better.

“But it wasn’t until later, when we were in the car, and I asked him ‘Do you miss Mom?’ and he said no” that Doug Block knew he was onto a movie.

jon posted this at 7:19 AM
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