When I said “North Carolina,” I braced for the response I often get in England: “Oh, I love North Carolina. Charleston is smashing, simply smashing.”
To my surprise, the woman I was talking with said, “Oh, I love North Carolina. Wilmington is smashing, simply smashing.” When I asked what took her to Wilmington, she replied, “ ‘Dawson’s Creek.’ It was filmed there, and my daughter loved it. For her 16th birthday, we took her.” “Will you return?” I asked. She replied, “I hope so.”
And speaking of hope, I hope that Gov. Pat McCrory wakes up to the law of unintended consequences before killing by inaction the incentives that have brought filmmaking (as well as other industries) to North Carolina. Films made in North Carolina bring the state attention, visitors, money and other filmmakers (“ The true value of film credits for North Carolinians,” Sept. 7 Point of View).
I would be surprised if this family were the only one that has learned the difference between North Carolina and South Carolina as a result our film industry. Of course, if things in North Carolina continue in the direction they’re headed, I may become less eager to make it clear that I am from North Carolina, not South Carolina.