How can I manage to write about Fantastic Fest? Why are there so many
songs about rainbows? Who's on first? AHHHOIJFOAIJHGIPAJ! See…no part of me can begin
forming rational thought about my time at Fantastic Fest let alone turn
those thoughts into something intelligible.
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But, if I don't type out even total nonsense now, it will be locked
forever in my brain, only likely to be accessed by one of those fancy
cables they use in Vanishing Waves, my favorite sci-fi film of this
fest.
I'm going to give it to you straight. I fucking loved the good hell
out of Fantastic Fest in ways I was nowhere near prepared for. (And
guys - I was pretty prepared to adore it.) I found it to be an
intoxicating (in more ways than one) haven of awesome the likes of which
I didn't totally know still existed on planet Earth. It does, y'all.
It so does.
I'll make a list, then, of everything I loved about the festival. In no particular order.
Austin itself
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Actual Austin graffiti |
Believe
the hype. That town has no equal. You can't even say "it's got the
weather of ___ and the style of ___ and the music scene of ____." It's
distinctly, wonderfully, perfectly
Austin, and thank fucking god. From
the weather (blissful) to the graffiti (subversively kind, if there is
such a thing) to the food trucks (the kind of yumminess that should be
illegal) - this town spent five days trying to permanently tempt me out
of my New York state of mind.
Cute boys
Oh hey. Hiiiiii. Bearded movie geeks galore. Hello!
Good people
Friends I knew already, and a bunch of new ones.
I shall list them now for you here.
Shivvy
- the dearest, funniest and sweetest person contained within Austin
city limits and someone next to whom I was lucky enough to sit, for a
couple (but too few) films and gab sessions
Nickrob - no less than #FF2012 royalty
Jordan Hoffman - NYC represent! #1 nicest human attending this festival.
Sunny - the official brightest smile of the Festival and my favorite person to catch the eye of and wave to, at regular intervals
JC Deleon - seriously good people, with beyond solid taste in short films
Neil Miller - BBQ devotee, Reject-in-a-good-way, general man of mystery
Brian Kelly - enthusiastic film-lover, purveyor of awesome tee
shirts, Words With Friends champion and arbiter of midnight pancakes
waitstaff standards
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Rich, Dor, Shivvy |
Jeremy Kirk - a friendly face I had sadly few opportunities with whom to converse
Rich - pizza slice stealer, onion ring peace offerer, Seattle advisor, cool dude
John Gholson - festival birthday boy, fantastic artist and all around bad-ass mofo
Larry Richman - a film festival staple and cornucopia of knowledge on Twitter
Jen Yamato - charmingest fashionista
Tom Clift - newest
friend having met him at TIFF, and only person besides me and maybe
Jordan Hoffman who'll have done TIFF, Fantastic Fest and NYFF. High
five!
And special shout out to a number of folks that I just met in Austin and hope to run into again sometime:
Jason Whyte
Peter Kuplowsky
Matt Kiernan
Russ &
Katie
Luke Mullen
Tammy Metzger
Scott Weinberg
Mallory Lance
Other people I'm embarrassed to have forgotten please don't kill me
Lack of Industry
If
you've been to a film festival, you know you're going to spend a fair
amount of time spitting out the word "entourage" in sentences
accompanied by at least a couple eye rolls. And you resolve that
Sundance, Toronto, and similar feasts offer solid enough film slates to
put up with the sunglasses wearers inside, the black clothing from head
to toe and even - sometimes - the blase smartphone users who have the
juevos mas grandes to check their email during a screening.
No need to suck it up at Fantasic Fest, folks. If you saw someone
like that at 1120 S. Lamar this week, it's more likely it was THE PLAYER
cosplay as it was to be an actual Hollywood insider. Not that smart
business minds aren't there - they're just the good ones, the ones that
see the value and the potential in the films playing at this
(relatively) little genre festival.
Roughness around the edges
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This festival lets it all hang
out. Filmgoers here are perfectly content booing and hissing at a
30-second false start to a film without sound, or laughing (with, not
at) a supremely inebriated event host stumble in front of an audience of
hundreds. Maybe it's the preponderance of alcohol, popcorn, movie
posters, and a less intimidating dress code, but going to Fantastic Fest
is the closest you'll get to having a film festival in your living
room. If your living room was big enough for hundreds of awesome
people, from dear friends to perfect strangers to sexy international
film stars to devoted volunteers to quirky programmers to sassy
waitstaff.
The films
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Oh yeah. In addition to plying you with alcohol,
surrounding you with cute boys and shoving cookies down your throat,
this place also shows movies. Good movies!
Now…one thing that
kept me from voraciously pursuing an appearance at Fantastic Fest any
sooner is my, how shall I say this, lack of consistent enthusiasm for
horror movies. I like them more now than I ever have, which means… I
like them. The good ones. But I learned not too long ago not to judge
a book by its intense, blood-starved, sinister, limbless cover. They
show more than just horror, here!
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In fact, my 15-film Fantastic Fest journey was completely devoid of
blood, guts and gore, unless you count The American Scream, the stellar
documentary about people who make haunted houses in their backyards and
garages.
I did, though, see some horrifically hilarious Tae-Kwon-Do, some
terrifyingly awkward, deliberately dark comedy, and some disturbing and
challenging family drama. What I loved about this festival is that
even though I may not go apeshit for horror movies, I generally tend to
mesh well with people who do like them. So the slate here ends up being
a perfect mix of movies that - horror or otherwise - appeal to that
type of moviegoer. And although this festival was fairly small (75
features compared to 300 at TIFF the week before), it was possible to
put together quite a varied mix of good quality films. And leave with a
list of titles I missed that I need to see when they're released.
The alcohol quotient
I'm not gonna say I have any need to
preface this with some sort of "What happens in Austin…" but I wouldn't
have been terribly surprised if I left the town with a shortage of cheap
white wine. (My sincerest apologies to any middle-aged housewives.)
No, no, I jest.
It wasn't just white wine. I probably cleared
the town out of most of its red wine, and placed the vodka reserves in
serious jeopardy as well.
When in Rome!
Drafthouse cookies
Soft, sweet, tender, warm, indulgent, and mine all mine. And all I
have to do is agree to buy the next size up in all my jeans when I get
home.
Carolee, Christopher and Josh
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Dor, Josh + tasty treats |
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Carolee, Christopher, Dor + yummers |
Yes, they get their
own category. I'm stealing
Carolee,
Christopher, their devotion to good
eats, their passion for film and filmmaking, their
brussel-sprout-seeking skills and their innate warmth and kindness
back to NYC with me. Which is to say - they are moving here and I am
keeping them forever. Now
Josh, the bearded hipster and formidable
director of the boldest 80 seconds I've seen on the big screen this year
(FF2012 short "Dialogue")… well, he'll have to wait to come to the big
Apple since this town can only handle so much awesome at one time.
Maybe next year, pal.
Lots of other things
Such as...
The philosophy this festival has on bumpers - that is, the little trailers that play before each film. They played a different bumper in front of every movie! I never saw the same one twice. Take THAT,
Uncle Marty.
The central location that encourages meeting new people and seeing/partying with/gossiping with/chatting movies with them multiple times.
The festival doles out awards. The awards are beer mugs and if you win, it's handed to you full of beer you must drink on stage. Don't drink? No problem. There's a bong up there too - you can just take hit instead. They have an award for the best badge photo of a festival attendee (making the infamous "shakey face"). And the prize? Not just a beer mug. A blanket, printed with the shakey face photo on it.
And now, I'm going to make a list of what I did not love about the festival:
- Drafthouse coffee. Can someone make a short horror film where the weapon of choice is this poisonous substance?
- That one day that the power outlets on the tables in the tent didn't work
- The fact that Mike didn't come, which would have significantly increased the cute guy quotient in Austin
And the number one thing I hated about Fantastic Fest was that it ended and I had to go home!