It is an unglamorous weekend of location hunting. I am searching for a location to hold the chess tournament in my story.
Unlike the super powerful and super rich world of team sports in this country, the Bobby Fischer want-to-bes can only strut their stuff in public spaces such as libraries, churches, and hotel conference rooms. No high school cheerleader would dare show their face or pom poms at a competition such as this, where intellectual prowess, not brute force or athletic agility, are on display. 'Tis sad but true - corporate sponsors, television broadcasting contracts, and celebrity spokespeople avoid the pursuit of intellectual achievement like the plague.
So I must rely on my own research to find the whereabouts of these neglected warriors. Smart that I am, a simple search for chess clubs yields a few possibilities in Los Angeles. Could one of these clubs lead me to a potential location for my film?
Stay tuned. I don't mean tuned to the television, since balls are not used in this competition. Rather, we've got a royal court in black or white, fighting their way to victory with one brain cell at a time.
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