Register Saturday | December 7 | 2019

My Day at the Festival

"There's something about all this movie-watching, and the sleeping that I'm not doing because of it: I get a bit...chipper."

Yesterday, I watched movies from 9 am to 6 p.m. With breaks, of course, a few. But most of yesterday is a twilit blur.

I saw a movie about Lebanon, a documentary about horse races in Italy (that was good), and a drama set in a Polish prison. By the end of the day, I was biting the inside of my cheek to keep from nodding off.

Today was easier: a press conference (out in the cold, in Nathan Phillips Square, and no snacks - normally, press conferences have excellent snacks) and then a meeting (mostly inside, in a coffee shop, with snacks, thanks to the magnanimity of John Harkness). Then a mini-meeting about the bigger meeting, and a pleasant afternoon of scheduling things and checking things off lists, and then another screening.

Speaking of which, if you're in Toronto or Montreal and have easy access to NFB films, either at the Mediatheque or the cooler-named Cinerobotheque, you HAVE to check out Ryan. It's an animated documentary that's more or less about Ryan Larkin, the animator who made that movie Walking that they probably showed you in elementary school, if you're that age. And it's fantastic. I will say no more, because I just wrote a review of it and I'm all reviewed out. But wow. See it.

There's something about all this movie-watching, and the sleeping that I'm not doing because of it: I get a bit...chipper. I've been all fidgety and chatty and smiley, like I'd be whistling Zippe-dee-doo-dah if Disney hadn't purged Song of the South from the collective memory (did you hear about that? My friend Jonathan told me that they now deny they ever made it. Hearsay, but anyway.) I read a book that called this state 'hypomanic', and warned that when I feel like that, I'm probably being an asshole. So maybe I'd better turn in now, get some shuteye so I'm all fresh for my big interview and three more screenings tomorrow.