I've been sitting in the IFI for a long time. I was there
when it opened in Temple Bar, sitting at screenings, festivals, and conferences
as a student; sitting and looking up at stellar faces in the worlds of film and
film education from Dennis Hopper to Frederic Jameson; sitting in the bar, even
when there was dancing there, talking with my classmates after sitting upstairs
in what is now Cinema 3, where we took some of our MA classes as part of a
partnership with UCD. Then I spent a lot of time sitting in the archive and the
library while I conducted my PhD research. I sat leafing through old magazines
and the miscellaneous paper records charting the scattered history of Irish
documentary film. I sat reading rare books on Irish film, and less rare magazines
that I couldn't afford to buy. I sat at a Steenbeck in the bowels of the
building, with Liam and Sunniva looking over my shoulder while I made
handwritten notes on films sometimes no one else had seen. I sat in the viewing
room too, heaps of Beta and VHS tapes coming in waves from the collection,
together with support and advice, hints and directions that helped to shape my
onward journey as a student. Somewhere along the way I started standing up.
Dr. Harvey O'Brien & IFI Director Ross Keane (Photo by Alina Radko)
I
found myself standing in front of the crowds as well as sitting among them,
saying things about my research, talking about movies in general, giving
classes in the meeting room on documentary, animation, film noir... anything,
really; speaking to kids on the education programme about the joys of writing
film reviews, fronting the Keeping it Real conference with Ruth Barton, both of
us wearing long leather jackets at the opening panel. It wasn't planned, I
swear.
Then I was standing at my book launches, making speeches about the slow
disappearance of good will in academia while thanking those at the IFI that had
shown more than a little of it during the years I was sitting in that library
and that archive.
IFI Irish Film Archive
Eventually, it was a no-brainer that I would try to repay a
little of what I felt I owed the IFI by serving on the Board. When I put my
name forward my undergraduate mentor and teacher Stephanie McBride, then about
to retire from active duty herself, greeted the news by saying to me "I
hear you're standing."
I'm still to be found sitting though. I'm
sitting on the Board now, having stood for it after all, and I sit on the
sub-committee on education and archive. I'm also frequently found there during
the Summer semester, when my students have a saying "If it's Thursday, it
must be Harvey", and you'll find me conducting a series of research
consultations a couple of feet from where I did it all myself.
To me the IFI
has always been a place for learning, sitting or standing, and it's great to be
part of it during the 20th celebrations. It's been quite a journey. I may need
to lie down.
Harvey O’Brien
Film Studies Lecturer at University College Dublin and author of The Real Ireland: The Evolution of Ireland in Documentary Film and co-editor of Keeping it Real: Irish Film and Television
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