The Parking Lot Movie (2010) - indie documentary
Someone once told me to watch the first 11 minutes of this film and then I would be hooked. He was right even before that marker, although like most docus it has its awkward moments. Still I watch it at least once a year now, usually sometime during the summer, and grow fonder of it each time. I have probably mentioned this movie here before now but I don’t care... everyone should write about it!
It has hilarious and sad down home truths about being in a more or less invisible segment of the workforce, being an American in a love/hate relationship with cars, being insane, being a thoughtless consumer, being an elite prick, having fun and feeling free, working hard and being scared, having way too much time to consider “the existential implications of being overeducated and stuck in the service sector.”
On the burnout:
“At one point I hung onto a jeep, as it pulled into Main Street, the guy laughing at me and flicking me off, he owed me like.. two dollars... and can you imagine, I’m like, y’know, about to break every bone in my body for two dollars. But you get like that.”
On the philosophical side:
“We had complete autonomy. We had it all in a world that had nothing to offer us...”
On the clash of cultures:
“This guy parked a Ferrari in the lot, and like ’this is a one of a kind thing’ and it was a automatic transmission. And I was so... so offended by that. I was like, this is what’s wrong with the world: you got a sports car. With a automatic transmission.”
Interesting scroll-by near the end showing what some of the former attendants are up to. A few names you might know! One guy moved on to become a senior librarian at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. Did you stiff him in Virginia? He’s still looking for you to try to get in for free...
There’s a little rap video at the end featuring among other things, swords of justice, an angel and a devil. And before that, a sweet guy staying sane by practicing to be Virginia’s answer to Bob Dylan in the quiet times of his shift.
From the graffiti inside the booth:
“Corner Parking Lot. Come As You Are. Leave As You Always Wanted To Be.”
What’s not to like. Go for it sometime when you’re up for a trip through a little parking lot behind some bars and across the road from the University of Virginia.