Today.
I was intoxicated with Sia's "The Church of What's Happening Now", my auto-repeat song of the day. I listened to it throughout my morning run in the sun, while commuting to and from the Film Fest, and during the break inbetween which I caught up on reading Cosmopolis. There's a catchy refrain "Throw away yesterday/ Today's a brand new day" which kept popping up in my head. I've heard it so often today I half expected friends to break out and sing these lines to me too when they spoke.
I watched 4 Film Fest movies, all of which were enjoyable. My only grouse is they don't seem to turn on the lights when the end credits roll now, and as a result, people have to stumble out of the cinema hall in the dark. What's that about?
Sayew is a comedy about a Thai girl porn writer's rites of passage. The Thai directors were present to do a Q&A after the screening, and they were humble and funny. One of them mentioned that they used to buy lots of porn magazines together. They would go back to their room (each to a corner) and laugh over the magazines. He said when guys read porn together, it's funny; but when they read it alone, it's serious.
The Barbarian Invasions wasn't as controversial as I thought it would be, what with the heroin and euthanasia. Still it's irreverent and made me laugh, and that's more than enough.
The Fog of War related 11 lessons from the life of Robert Strange McNamara (yes, I didn't know till today that his middle name was literally Strange either). I took out my ticket stubs to scribble his rules on in the darkened cinema hall, and my journalist friend chuckled and told me now I should know how he felt jotting down review notes in the dark. It felt surreal, writing without seeing. When we left the screening later, I found I've written over lines as well. The only line that stood out was this, and it's not any of McNamara's 11 lessons. He said: "Never answer the question that is asked of you, but the question you wished had been asked of you."
Uzak (Distant) had the most beautiful cinematography of the lot, but by this time I had a sensory overload and was drained. I slumped in my seat and would have given anything to lean and rest my head quietly a while, but I hung on.
Tomorrow another movie, but tonight I'll dream of the questions I wish had been asked of me.
I was intoxicated with Sia's "The Church of What's Happening Now", my auto-repeat song of the day. I listened to it throughout my morning run in the sun, while commuting to and from the Film Fest, and during the break inbetween which I caught up on reading Cosmopolis. There's a catchy refrain "Throw away yesterday/ Today's a brand new day" which kept popping up in my head. I've heard it so often today I half expected friends to break out and sing these lines to me too when they spoke.
I watched 4 Film Fest movies, all of which were enjoyable. My only grouse is they don't seem to turn on the lights when the end credits roll now, and as a result, people have to stumble out of the cinema hall in the dark. What's that about?
Sayew is a comedy about a Thai girl porn writer's rites of passage. The Thai directors were present to do a Q&A after the screening, and they were humble and funny. One of them mentioned that they used to buy lots of porn magazines together. They would go back to their room (each to a corner) and laugh over the magazines. He said when guys read porn together, it's funny; but when they read it alone, it's serious.
The Barbarian Invasions wasn't as controversial as I thought it would be, what with the heroin and euthanasia. Still it's irreverent and made me laugh, and that's more than enough.
The Fog of War related 11 lessons from the life of Robert Strange McNamara (yes, I didn't know till today that his middle name was literally Strange either). I took out my ticket stubs to scribble his rules on in the darkened cinema hall, and my journalist friend chuckled and told me now I should know how he felt jotting down review notes in the dark. It felt surreal, writing without seeing. When we left the screening later, I found I've written over lines as well. The only line that stood out was this, and it's not any of McNamara's 11 lessons. He said: "Never answer the question that is asked of you, but the question you wished had been asked of you."
Uzak (Distant) had the most beautiful cinematography of the lot, but by this time I had a sensory overload and was drained. I slumped in my seat and would have given anything to lean and rest my head quietly a while, but I hung on.
Tomorrow another movie, but tonight I'll dream of the questions I wish had been asked of me.
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