I would never call Michael Sporn that -“Mike”. Other people did, and he seemed to have no problem with it but to me its like calling a high school teacher by their first name after graduation.
Last month I bought a new guitar tuner. Now, I’m worse at guitar playing than I am at drawing or animation but at least I try to stay in tune. The shop only carried one brand -“The Snark”. “Like the Lewis Carroll poem,” I said, and went into a lecture on doggerel which concluded with “and there’s an absolutely fantastic film of it by Michael Sporn.”
The next week I showed the film in class at University of the Arts.
It is a magnificent film.
Michael animated it himself and produced it over the course of several years. His cannon is full of excellent work but even amongst them “The Hunting of the Snark” stands out. The artist’s lyricism pervades the film, its lighthearted and whimsical but smart and emotional. It testifies to the power of a singular vision.
From my first encounters with him, I thought he was a cold guy -and I wasn’t crazy about some of the stuff he was doing at the time. We were both working on the same specials for the great Amy Schatz at HBO and I thought our stuff (directed by Maciek Albrecht and Santiago Cohen) was much better. And then I saw some of the work he did with Tissa David -“The Red Shoes”, “The Marzipan Pig” -and discovered that he was one heck of a filmmaker. Then I began to speak with him socially -not just about Letterman and John Hubley but film and literature -and learned that his coldness was shyness and that he was an unusually open and generous person.
He read more than anyone in animation. There’s no doubt in my mind to that. A book a night he once confessed, largely due to insomnia.
He was generous with knowledge.
He gave opportunities to young artists and kept alive the work of those who came before them.
He was tasteful and opinionated and didn’t mind when someone disagreed with him.
He built a legacy of beautiful, intelligent films and encouraged us all to do the same.
His friendship made me feel like I belonged in this world, like I had something to contribute.
I hope to contribute a small fraction of the good he brought to us all.