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By David Poland poland@moviecitynews.com

The Trouble With Festivals

I got sucked into a vortex of my own creation yesterday and managed to go an entire day at a festival without seeing a single film. And I whined about it all day.
The thing about these festivals is that there are multiple tracks. If you are on the interview track, you see movies in order to do your interviews and because you are a slave to the whims of the ever-changing schedules of talent, the price is not only the specific time involved in getting to the interview, waiting, doing the interview, and getting out of there, but then trying to deal with the unmoving schedule of the films you want to see.
If you are on the movie track, you just go see movies and Toronto allows about 5 a day, though in the past, a more flexible schedule of press screenings allowed more.
Some are on the movie and a party schedule, which means about three movies during the day and then parties all night, from 6p-2a, which is very doable in this first weekend in Toronto.
I have long been in the Movie Monk camp, putting my head down, nodding to the talent, but selecting only a few people who I really, really want to talk with about their films, and prioritizing movies, movies, movies. Yesterday, three Lunch With David segments ate the day and then one of my happy annual concessions to sitting down and breathing, the Sony Classics’ dinner, turned into a charming by bloated 3.5 hour schmoozefest. This was followed by stops at Fox Searchlight’s 5 hour cocktail and AFI’s 4 hour disco marathon. And this meant skipping events I would have liked to have attended – as I had already decided to do parties for a night – including The Weinstein Co’s event, a Miramax dinner, and another 4 or 5 socials being held.
Crazy.
I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy what we did yesterday, a breakfast interview with The Argentos, lunch with Michael Clayton writer/director Tony Gilroy, and a late day coffee with Neil Jordan. I love having the opportunity to chat in some depth with people this talented and whose work I so often admire. And I am really excited about being able to share the conversation, as best as I can, with people who are similarly inclined. (The experience around the actual interviews can be even more compelling.) But I am really ticked to have missed Eastern Promises, even though I will see it in L.A. or maybe here at some other screening. And today, even with just one scheduled interview, I will have to fight to see three films.
It’s silly for me to even think of complaining. It’s just another odd reminder that everything is a choice… give and take… boundaries in the best of circumstances… and in my tenth year at this festival, learning new tricks year after year after year…

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3 Responses to “The Trouble With Festivals”

  1. bobbob911 says:

    I’m really interested to read what you think about the new Alan Ball film “Nothing Is Private”. Within our group that saw it about half the people loved it and half loathed it.
    (I am mostly in the latter camp)

  2. IOIOIOI says:

    Dude… just… dude.

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