I am home from my last VIFF movie. It was Pot au Feu, originally titled La Passion de Dodin Bouffant, a movie about cooking and food and passion and love and more cooking. To honour it, a teeny bit, I fried some shallots with my frozen hamburger patty for dinner. This was partly to clean out the fridge -- those shallots had been there all week, waiting for me to find a moment to eat at home!
Movies I saw this festival:
- Swan Song
- Mr Dressup
- I'm Only Here for the Riot
- Old Oak
- Octopus Skin
- Il Boeme
- Pot au Feu
- Winter Chants
- The Promised Land
Octopus Skin was kind of weird; one had questions. I saw it because I was ushering, and actually had to dip out at the very end, so the big question is whether any of the questions were answered. I suspect not. Winter Chants was probably better than I thought, but I found myself nodding off!
Il Boeme was full of opera, singing, Italian sights and sounds. We learn at the very beginning that our hero dies of syphilis; which of the beautiful women in (or out of) their wonderful period costumes gives it to him?
I kept bumping into people in the lineups. That's one of the great things about a film festival -- talking to people in line! I know a few co-volunteers, but I seemed to come across them all the time. And they knew the person behind them or someone passing by... I got a lot of recommendations for even more films. I can't do the 2 or 3-a-day, especially since Stephen was out of town these last few days. No one but me to come up with something to eat at the end of the day! But I am happy with my first VIFF; looking forward to many more.
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