The Annual Four-Eyed Frenzy
The film festival total stands at a respectable (but not excessive) seventeen this year:
Friday, July 11
Sunday, July 13
1:15PM
Tuesday, July 15
Wednesday, July 16
6:15PM
Blockade
Preceded by: Amateur Photographer
8:45PM
Thursday, July 17
4:00PM
Friday, July 18
4:15PM
Saturday, July 19
12:15PM
Sunday, July 20
6:15PM
Monday, July 21
4:30PM
Wednesday, July 23
6:30PM
Friday, July 25
6:30PM
Saturday, July 26
5:00PM
Sunday, July 27
1:15PM
The Red Balloon
Followed by: White Mane
6:15PM
8:30PM
Anvil! The Story of Anvil
We are, as usual, heavy on 'documentaries about weird shit' (Tiffany's stalker! Obsessive abusive relationships! Propaganda films from behind the Iron Curtain! Ozploitation movies! The real Spinal Tap!) and 'vintage things you will never otherwise see on the big screen' (The Red Balloon, Errol Flynn's Robin Hood, Harold Lloyd's The Kid Brother). The Lloyd film also has the dubious honour of being Brent's media studies class field trip, which means I am the other supervisory adult trucking in from Otara on a bus with over 20 teenagers to watch a silent movie with an orchestra in a 1929-opulent orientalist movie palace. (By the way, follow that link. The panorama will blow your mind.) B assures me this whole trip is going to be totally fine. Naturally, I'm picturing that scene in The Wire season four, when Bunny takes his teen charges to the fancy restaurant and they all turn sour in an instant. (Yeah, I know, I tend to predict doom too much.)
We are, as usual, heavy on 'documentaries about weird shit' (Tiffany's stalker! Obsessive abusive relationships! Propaganda films from behind the Iron Curtain! Ozploitation movies! The real Spinal Tap!) and 'vintage things you will never otherwise see on the big screen' (The Red Balloon, Errol Flynn's Robin Hood, Harold Lloyd's The Kid Brother). The Lloyd film also has the dubious honour of being Brent's media studies class field trip, which means I am the other supervisory adult trucking in from Otara on a bus with over 20 teenagers to watch a silent movie with an orchestra in a 1929-opulent orientalist movie palace. (By the way, follow that link. The panorama will blow your mind.) B assures me this whole trip is going to be totally fine. Naturally, I'm picturing that scene in The Wire season four, when Bunny takes his teen charges to the fancy restaurant and they all turn sour in an instant. (Yeah, I know, I tend to predict doom too much.)