Hide Away: November Finally Gets its own Movie

By MIKE NORTON

Walking along the river this morning, I watched a flock of hooded mergansers frolicking near the Cass Street bridge – comedic little ducks with huge black and white heads out of all proportion to their bodies. We don’t usually see them until this time of year, when they migrate down from Canada to spend the winters in our relatively mild climate.

As they say at House Stark, winter is coming.

Here along the Lake Michigan coast, November is a twilight season, punctuated every so often by moments of dramatic color and flashes of sudden brilliance. Not bleak, exactly, but certainly austere: a time of waiting and reflection, stripped of pretension and decoration, poised between the technicolor exuberance of fall and the diamonds and ermine of winter.

It can be a stern season for the weak of heart — but it has its beauty and its sweetness, too. November offers silences and solemnities that are often rare in this hectic tourist town. Those can be healing, soothing things.

This week I finally had the chance to watch the movie Hide Away, filmed in 2009 in the tidy little marina at Bowers Harbor, just a few miles from House Norton — coincidentally, during a three-week period in November – and I think it really captures the feel of this time of year on Grand Traverse Bay.

I remember all the hoopla back when they were filming (turning The Boathouse into a little dockside coffee shop, shooting some brief scenes in downtown Traverse City) and waiting with everybody else in town to see how the finished product would look. It wasn’t the big hit they’d been hoping for.

Originally titled A Year in Mooring, it’s an odd little movie without much dialogue, starring Josh Lucas as a young businessman who’s trying to put his life back together after a horrific personal tragedy. He buys a beat-up sailboat and begins to restore it while living aboard – moving through bouts of horrific drinking and self-loathing until he gradually learns to accept the friendship and help of the people around him.

There’s not a big market for movies like Hide Away (film people, as a rule, are not November types) and this one opened to decidedly mixed reviews. New York magazine called it “poignantly beautiful;” the New York Post said it was “sappy and awful.” No surprise, then, that it went straight to video. But even the most savage critics of the film’s admittedly ponderous writing and directing gave high marks to Elliot Davis’s outstanding cinematography and the beautiful musical score by Tony Morales and Edward Rogers.

In a sense, November is a bigger character in Hide Away than most of the supporting actors, and so is Grand Traverse Bay. It’s not the Bay as we show it in our tourist brochures – the light-infused sheet of turquoise, jade green and cobalt of our sunny days. It’s somber, serious and vaguely threatening; the water we live with when everyone else has gone home.

Watching the movie, I kept wondering how it all these familiar scenes of my home – these places, this light, this wind — would look to people who had never been here before. It was an unsuccessful effort; I simply couldn’t disentangle myself from something so familiar. But I have to say that I enjoyed the experience. Yes, the story was a familiar one, and the dialogue was sometimes remarkably pretentious. But I’ve sat through much more pretentious movies (Matrix, anyone?)  And I really liked this one.

In the end, I remember thinking. Yes, that’s us. November people.

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About mikelovestc

These days, I’m the media relations guy for the Traverse City Convention & Visitors Bureau, but before that I spent 25 years as a reporter and columnist at the Traverse City Record-Eagle, a job that frequently took me out into the most remote backroads, forests, beaches and islands of the beautiful Grand Traverse Region. My strategy was pretty simple — just drive, paddle, ski or walk until you’re certain you’re lost, and then find somebody to talk to. It was a great job! I never intended to live in Traverse City. I grew up in Grand Rapids, spent four years in the Coast Guard in places like Miami Beach, Monterey and San Francisco, and when I finally graduated from college I took a summer job at the Miami Herald. To my surprise, I discovered I didn’t like the tropics nearly as much as I thought I would — and when the Record-Eagle offered me a job I took it, figuring I’d put in a year or two and head off to someplace like Seattle or Portland. What I discovered very quickly is that this place gets to you in a variety of unexpected ways. The beaches here are as lovely as anyplace else I’ve ever been, the weather is mild all year round — warm enough for swimming in September and cold enough for skiing in December — and just about the time you’re getting tired of one season you get another one every bit as pleasant. The people are laid-back and friendly, the music and arts scene is awesome, and the place still hasn’t gotten so sophisticated that a guy like me feels out of place.
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