Sunday, September 10, 2006

film fest day 3: in which i fall for Norway

burb kids
Originally uploaded by sequin faery.

i forgot to mention in the last post, ("film fest day 2") that damian & i were nearly run down while crossing the street on friday night (saturday morning) by dustin hoffman, close call dusty.

saw a FANTASTIC film on day 3 (saturday), a Norwegian film 'the bothersome man. so far my favourite film of the fest, the reason i do the festival is for films like this. films that make me curious, make me think, make me feel. i felt a strong connection to this one, to the themes. that's all i'll say though because i wouldn't do it justice describing what i thought it meant.

that was the only film i had on saturday so damian & i headed over to the vegetarian food fair where i ate a lot of mini tofu shish kabobs.

the unexciting end.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

film fest day 2: in which we finally travel to (celluloid) kazakhstan

Originally uploaded by sequin faery.

after 1/2 a day at work i was free, free to go to the box office to see what to do about the tickets we still had for the botched screening of Borat the night before. turns out we just used the same ticket, nothing too difficult there really.

i decided to slowly stroll home, stop at le commensal for lunch where the woman at the cash register was a bitch to me when i said "i think i have 21 cents too.....nope, sorry, i don't". she gave me "well anything ma'am, a quarter whatever i don't want to hold up the line". what the hell is that attitude? i'm pissed that there never seems to be time, we're always being rushed through everything, rushed to start, rushed to finish. there was ONE person behind me. she handed me my change, never once even taking a moment of precious fleeting time to look at me, "thank you, next" i looked at her and said "gee, thanks" as i tried to gather my wallet and change in one hand while trying to pick up my tray in the other, don't want to hold up the line.

anyways, then i felt my asthma kicking in (for teh past 3 weeks i've had this constant cough that makes me feel like i could die from it since i'm not getting enough air, fun times). i managed to get to the eaton center when i realized, this isn't good. called up my doctor to see if i could get an appointment. he was booked solid but i got one with a nurse. long story short the nurse saw me and said "you WILL be seeing a doctor", my doc saw me and said it was severe, that next time this happens (which it hopefully won't) he doesn't care what time of day it is....get to the hospital. okay, so i had an asthma attack and didn't really take it seriously, good to know. it's like breathing through the tiny straw of a drinking box. i walked out of there with 3 puffers and steroid pills that i have to take for 7 days. i'm on steroids. i can kick your ass.

anyways, we headed over to the Elgin theater to wait in line for Borat (again) and the skies opened up on us. hundreds of people making love to the wall to try and stay dry. once we got in the theater it was freezing, we're talking air conditioning to the max and we were all wet to boot. the film was hilarious, the seats were comfy (which is generally not the case at the elgin but maybe that's just when you're seeing a film that sucks), the air conditioning seemed to take a powder, and i could breath. it was "vray niceh!"

Friday, September 08, 2006

film fest day 1: in which Michael Moore attempts salvation

the tiny Borat
Originally uploaded by sequin faery.

i couldn't stop laughing, no one could, for a solid 10-15 minutes of Borat entertainment. then the projector broke. this is never good but it's especially never good when it happens to a midnight madness crowd (they tend to be more on the vocal side). the house lights came up and hundreds of faces plastered with looks of death turned toward the projection booth, a series of boos were uttered and then michael moore appeared behind us. it was a bit surreal, why was michael moore headiing to the projection booth. let me just say for the record i had some booze on board from a girls night at work before i came to the theater so things were extra odd.

there were many cheers for michael when he exited the booth and walked past us so i yelled "but did he fix it?" a few fellow audience members agreed with my questioning as they turned to look at me laughing with a "so true". he didn't fix it.

before we knew it michael was on stage with Borat director Larry Charles. why michael moore was on stage instead of Borat was a mystery but for the next 45 minutes or so it was a free for all Q&A, any topic was open to discussion. finally they brought Borat back when they realized the projector situation was not going to be fixed any time soon. so we started with what's normally saved to the end, the Q&A. all and all it was pretty entertaining but we never did get to see the film. it has been rescheduled for tonight at midnight at teh Elgin theater...much closer to home for us!

time for a nap so i can make it to midnight, didn't get much sleep last night and was up early for work this morning but now, now i'm on vacation!!!

for another ridiculously bad photo taken from a distance with no flash, see mike & lar

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

in which she's close on my heels

Originally uploaded by sequin faery.


it's my little sisters birthday today (you never ask a lady her age) and she's catching up to me. we had a family celebration on saturday in which mom brought out her $150 tequila. smooth but still, it tasted like tequila.

we scored every one of our film picks for the fest this year (which is a sweet thing) so now we're readying ourselves for line-ups. My first film is this thursday at midnight...... Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan and i have to go to work the next day, oh well, only 1/2 the day and then i'm on vacation!!!!!! i can't even remember all of my other films...

anyways, happiest of birthday shout outs once again to katie (she hates that name) ka-trink. hope your day ends on a sweeter note than the sour one it started on.