With both Tom and Fiona now gone I hunkered down and got into Cinequest proper, meeting lots of amazing people and catching as many films as I possibly could. After a while of course, like a lot of people in attendance, I found I had fallen into a rhythm. I came to think of it as the ‘Cinequest Shuffle’.
Mornings began with a trip to the VIP Lounge, for some much-needed caffeine (or more likely, a hair of the dog). After that, we’d head onto screenings, and then around 5pm, head to the VIP soirees for a two-hour meet at the open bar. Follow this with whatever films you can squeeze in till 9pm, when you head onto the Maverick Meetups, which are simply epic. Do this for enough days in a row and you soon realize just why the festival is so popular.
Today’s my day for checking out of Cinequest 2015, and honestly, while I look forward to returning to snowy New York, I’ll miss the good times I’ve had here in California. Obviously, as I mentioned in my post on Write Shoot Cut, I didn’t know really what to expect, or how the festival would even play out. And yet, here I am, waiting on my flight, beaming from ear-to-ear because I’ve realized just how much can be taken from a well-run event, when everybody is open and enthused. It’s a totally different experience to any other festival I’ve visited before.
Day one of the festival proper for us began at 2:30AM, in the shuttle bus from our hotel back to O'Hare International Airport, where we were surprised to see our flight from Chicago to Phoenix was overstuffed with equally overtired, and irate, people. Headphones on. Time to disappear into the new Panda Bear record.Read more »0
Film festivals are, at first blush, all about the movies. You get your pass and you go cram your day with as many screenings as you possibly can. But in truth, that’s only the half of it. The other side is the networking.Read more »0
Picture this; you meet somebody at a bar one night, there’s chemistry, you talk, you flirt, you go home together. Kisses, drinks, more kisses, to the couch, clothes being pulled off, he binds her arms with his belt.
The thing that you never remember about film festivals, but are duly reminded of every time, is just how overwhelming they can be. You bounce from movie to movie, meet up to meet up, conversation to conversation. Time slips as you’re promising to go to any number of movies, whilst also reminding yourself to stop and grab a bite to eat from some place.
Emilie has the body of a girl, but she wants the body of a boy. Her mother on the other hand, struggling with the possibility of imagined social shame, refuses to acknowledge the feelings of her child. This is the very simple premise of Lucas Helth Postma’sBoy.