The Century Plaza
Eric Lahey
The sense of
ambivalence is palpable as Eric Lahey grapples with questions
about his non-fiction feature The Century Plaza. It's a portrait
of a single room occupancy hotel in his native Portland that's closed
down since he completed the film.
Lahey, who went
to film school in California, says he's still trying to figure out
why he made a documentary. Previously he'd directed fiction shorts
and music videos and had no great affinity for non-fiction subjects.
He nonetheless takes a stab at explaining what spurred him to move
into the Century Plaza for six months and follow the lives of more
than a dozen of its residents.
"My father
lived in SROs when he could scrape together enough money,"
he notes. "I saw a lot of them in my teens when I'd visit him.
I truly hated them and I'm sure you can understand why."
His father,
who's settled in Seattle, has struggled with drug addiction and
Lahey had already made a short based on the experience of seeing
him go through withdrawal. He never says it in so many words, but
his affection for his father and his plight is evident. One senses
making the short was an attempt to come to terms with his father's
situation and the subsequent documentary provided him with an artistic
means of reaching an emotional catharsis.
"Catharis!"
he repeats with an indignant laugh. "I don't think so. Something
else was pushing this along and it had more to do with me than someone
else. People really tried to dissuade me from doing this. It wasn't
really so much about their being a physical threat but how much
you put yourself in emotional jeopardy."
Lahey points
out that people that live in places like the Century generally stay
for less than six months. He split his shooting schedule into two
three-month periods separated by six weeks of editing and shaping
the material. He admits to being surprised when he returned to complete
the film that many of the people he was following had already moved
on.
Among the people
who emerge from the film are a convicted child molester trying to
stay on the straight and narrow, a handicapped African American
and a young couple on disability with a young child. There's also
a cat that wanders the corridors that the filmmaker says emerged
from the cutting room as a kind of mute witness to the building's
last days.
"The cat
is my replacement for voice-over narration," he says. "There
was no way I was going to have someone on the soundtrack explaining
what should be obvious on screen. The structure is these lives and
relationships. I wound up becoming very attached to a lot of these
people and I hope that somehow comes across to the audience."