There are only eight days left of the Seattle International Film Festival, and already I'm feeling the beginning twinge of post-fest letdown. It's rather like that feeling on Christmas morning when you were a kid, when you realized you were nearing the bottom of your present pile and slowed down to stretch it out and make it last. We're not quite to the homestretch yet, though. There are eight more days left, and there are lots of people blogging about SIFF. Let's check in to see what the buzz is.
James at Pacific Grits has been sharing his festival experience on his blog (and I'll forgive him the transgression of saying in his title bar that grits are better with butter and a little salt, when it's practically a scientific fact that a grit-eating experience is best enhanced with butter, sugar and a touch of cream). I'll also forgive him for calling The Puffy Chair a dud, because hey, diversity of opinion on film is what makes it interesting. He also comments on his experience of trying to enjoy an indie film debuting at the fest, after learning he was seated next to the director. I've had similar experiences -- directors asking me to please come see their film (which stresses me out, because what if I hate it? And then they ask me what I thought? And whether I'm going to review it? Arrrrgh -- the pressure!). So I can relate to your sentiment, James, but seriously. Try sugar on your grits, dude.