day four.

Well, I'm tired.

12 movies this weekend. Starting to get the blend effect (you know, that awesome movie I saw about the Palestinian priest who tries to save a Japanese rainforest. That was a great one.)

Yesterday started off with I Bought A Rainforest at the ROM. I arrived hungover, I left hungry. It was an easy movie to wake up to, but I thought we were done worrying about the rainforests. Did I miss something?

After Rainforest I left my bike outside the ROM and felt my way towards the Cumberland for The World According To Ion B. The sun was way too bright for me. I had to dig through my survival kit (which currently comprises of an oversized purse filled shredded screening schedules) for some sunglasses. I cuddled into one of those cushy seats at Cumberland 1 (rated #1 movie theatre seats at a Hot Docs venue by Pink Milkcrate) with my butter popcorn and watched a movie about a street drunk in Romania who has spent the past few decades making these incredible collages. I want one.

Next up was Budrus, which I would rip a 4.5. Check this one out if you have the time. I love movies where you just can't believe there was someone there with a camera. The audience ate this one up; seems like a contender for the audience choice award. [ed note: I just checked the Hot Docs website to check up on the actual name of the award, and I see that they are tabulating the scores as they go along! Magnifique! I am baffled by some of the front runners, but I suppose a utilitarian approach makes more sense than letting me pick the winner by myself. And I am wrong, Budrus is not up there.]

Back across the road to the ROM for Soundtracker, which missed the mark. If there's going to be only one person in your entire movie, that person better be captivating. The Soundtracker was not. Hot Docs lost some points here for scheduling a movie about sound in the ROM theatre (rumble rumble rumble, all aboard the Spadina subway express!!). And Mr. Director, if you are reading this, please tell you friends that checking your phone during the movie is not nice. Even if you know the directors.

Last up at 9:45 was Ito. I was tired. I napped. Japanese dialogue can be incredibly hypnotic. Although I can't tell you what I thought about it, I can tell you that the audience did not applaud until the FOURTH frame of credits. Something to think about.

Tonight I'm going to see Gros Morne and Sins of My Father. I'm going to have to spend some time at work today rearranging my schedule because there are some movies that have been buzzing in my ear that weren't originally in my schedule, such as Marwencol, The Canal Street Madame and 12th and Delaware. There's a lot of movies that I want to see and not a lot of time to see them. I sense a sick day coming on...

Cough.