Back to three in a day, and all good ones, too.
A light day; I spent most of it hanging out with a friend who is having to leave the country in a few months, which seemed more urgent. Nevertheless I managed to slip a cheeky movie in for the evening, and it was a good ‘un.
Sometimes in spite of the best efforts, terrible films slip onto your roster, and today was that day. Ah, well.
Something I’m enjoying about the at-home experience is the somewhat relaxed cadence of viewing, compared to my more normal festival experience of rushing from one side of Wellington (and the Hutt) to another, trying to catch them all.
Day 4 whipsawed between a pleasant but realistic fiction (and highlight of the festival) and a real but difficult film I couldn’t make it all the way through.
A shorter slate today. While watching the festival at home has drawbacks, notably the plethora of distractions, it does save a fortune on snack food.
Happily the streaming for the festival continues to be solid, even as the booking remains opaque. Today was the chance to watch some kid-focused films, the existence of which is one of the things I greatly appreciate about the festival. Sadly, and surprsingly, this year the usually reliable short films let me down badly.
Film festivals have been hard-hit by COVID-19. My favourite NZ French Film Festival had only just gotten underway when the country went into level 4; there wasn’t much the NZ FFF could do about that (although I will note that while one of the theatres that I had booked tickets at refunded them unprompted, Penthouse didn’t), but the NZ IFF folks spend L4 working out what to do. Their response was to focus on pulling together their “at-home” response; that is to say, a streaming setup.
So after slightly more thought about the medical privacy breach committed by Boag and Walker, and while their actions are vile, this news about the breach is probably the best we could hope for in another sense.
It’s appalling that Boag - a long shit-stain on the underwear of New Zealand politics since her days in Jim Bolger’s office - decided to make the personal information of sick Kiwis a weapon in the National Party’s increasingly desperate bids to unseat the government at any cost.
However, there is a silver lining.
So: Woody Allen. The addiction of the US critical world to him. It’s a weird mix of cultural cringe and cultural chauvinism.
This year we have a not-Kiwicon; many of the backroom Crüe are Kiwicon-ers, but with a fresh injection of folks give us all a change of pace. Same awesome content, same friendly feel, but cuter! (And still a fine dose of metal grinding out the Michael Fowler sound system as we get seated).