By this point in the festival, you start to feel a little fatigue. You're sleep-deprived and over-caffeinated. And this often manifests itself in a lowered tolerance for bad movies.

That's right, I had my first walk-out of the fest today. I made it through about 20 minutes of Adventures of Power before deciding that life was too short to sit through yet another lame Napoleon Dynamite wannabe.

Hey, look! The main character is a small-town nerd who doesn't realize what a joke he is! He has odd, useless talents that he thinks are awesome! He wears a headband and a fanny pack! Har har!

It's not that it was the worst film I've ever seen. Heck, it's not even the worst film I've seen this week. (That'd be Downloading Nancy.) It was just that on Day 7 of a film festival, you're not as inclined to put up with crap as you are earlier in the week.