With one of my must-sees starting at one, I had planned to duck out during the last twenty minutes or so of Friday's opening film. But Jonestown
was such a chilling and incomprehensible experience that I had to stick around for the whole thing. Lucky for me, the theater where The War Tapes
was scheduled to play experienced technical difficulties, and I didn't miss a thing. Festivals are prone to such mishaps, but rarely are the results so weirdly poetic.
Somehow, the trailer for Larry the Cable Guy's new film, Delta Farce
, got stuck in a continuous loop, with the soundtrack fading in and out, going from extremely loud to not much more than a whisper. Here was the probably predominately liberal and "S"erious doc crowd being subjected to a full thirty minutes of looped (and loopy) geopolitical hijinks. The same goofball images over and over and over. Eventually, a few kids up front graced us with some impromptu performance art, reciting the often muffled "Git 'er dones" in unison. Aah, America.
Jim and Larry: Similar appeal?
The War Tapes
started before things got too dire and delivered on the promise of its premise: Give three National Guardsmen a camera and let them tell their own stories. The result was humorous, blunt, insightful, and riveting. Try to catch it tomorrow if you can....
Tonight's gonna be a real headscratcher: Killer of Sheep
, Old Joy
, or 10 Items or Less
? I'm gonna see them all tomorrow so I can catch the panel
this evening, grab some supper, then scoot over to Offside
and prolly Sugar Creek