What happened to Michael Jackson could only happen in LA, a city where elegant, moneyed suburbia, and its favorite accessory and most insidious symptom -- the elaborately gated community -- isolate its residents.
We may be in for a rebirth of the Carmel/Ann Arbor spirit, on both sides of the cash register. Scrappy people seem to be turning up everywhere, figuring out how to work even though their previous rug has been pulled out from under them.
Youth politics could not be a more timely issue in our culture right now. The youth vote in 2008 was one of the biggest in our country's history, and I believe that our film will help keep this energy going in a major way.