I'm definitely drawn to stories about outsiders. Feeling like that myself as a gay black man, I often seek to give a voice to those in the world who don't have one.
When I was in high school, I felt totally alienated from the world, but I loved movies. They were my escape, but coming from a disadvantaged community, I never knew that filmmaking was an option for me. A program like School of Doc would have been a game-changer.
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The quote reflects on the transformative power of films for those feeling alienated, emphasizing access to opportunities in filmmaking.
Roger Ross Williams shares a personal experience of feeling disconnected during his high school years, finding solace in movies as an escape from his surroundings. He highlights the lack of awareness about the possibility of pursuing a career in filmmaking, particularly for those from disadvantaged backgrounds, suggesting that programs like School of Doc could significantly impact individuals by providing the necessary guidance and opportunities in the arts.
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This quote can inspire students in a film class who might feel discouraged about their dreams.
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