Hot Docs asked me if I wanted to receive screeners of the movies before the festival. I knew they would balk if I requested 168 DVDs, so I've been working my way through some of the ones that have been putting da kinks in my schedule.
I slept my way through most of The Mirror. Please don't infer too much from that. It was late and the lights were off and my couch is very cozy. Heidi stayed up and she liked it. She had this to say: "Annie, wake up."
Space Tourists wasn't really about space tourists. It was, but it was also about 4 or 5 other things, and some of the stories got lost in orbit. A treat were photographs of Kazakhstan by Magnum photographer Jonas Bendiiksen, who is something to look at on his own.
The Story of Furious Pete did not do anything to assuage my suspicion that competitive eaters can never be charismatic people. There is some truly grotesque stuff in this movie, including but not limited to slow-mo, close-up shots of liquified hamburgers pouring out of a fat man's mouth. Prediction: someone's going to walk out of this one.
3 more days until we get to do this all together...
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