Connecting. It’s difficult for some people. I of course wouldn’t know anything about such struggles (he said with a clenched jaw and watering eyes), but I have heard stories. Human contact is often a necessity, however. Though I sometimes consider taking off and becoming a solitary hermit (like Into the Wild, but way less annoying), I think it would be very depressing in practice. So we go do things with other people. Things like sit in a dark room for hours without talking because you’re watching footage of other people interacting rather than doing it yourself. This, ladies and gentlemen, is day seven of the LA Film Fest.
In my daily work as an education professional (which is the phrase I use when I don’t want people to know how glamorous my job isn’t) it is important to present an open and accepting disposition. Sure, the majority of the kids are ignorant and intolerant of anything that is different, but for that one student who doesn’t yet know how to express his or her weirdness, your encouragement and support could be a difference maker. What’s great about any film festival – this one included – is the no-holds-barred embracing of the strange.
Day Five of the Los Angeles Film Festival did not go as planned. And – much like Hannibal – I love it when a plan comes together. (That’s Hannibal from The A-Team. Not Hannibal Lecter, though he probably appreciates that sensation as well). Alternatively, I hate it when a plan does not come together. So when my schedule went off the rails today, I was understandably thrown.
Some context for this post: the 20th Los Angeles Film Festival is taking place right now in Downtown Los Angeles at the Regal Cinema in LA Live. I, being the budding cinephile, am attending, and seeing as many different films as I can manage. This is my account of Day Four of the fest – the first of the two weekend days, and a very busy one at that. There, doesn’t a little background knowledge make everything a little easier to understand? You’re welcome.