I wrote the below article on March 25, 2002
for Horrorfind.com, which has since changed ownership and no longer
carries horror articles.
Thus, for the sake of horror film festival history (and assuming anyone cares), I'm reprinting my
article as it first appeared nearly two decades ago.
The
2002 World Horror Convention will feature a Short Film Festival, which
Jon Weimer, its founder, hopes will become an annual event.
This year a “panel
of judges” (Jon, with some input from me) determined the entries to be
screened at the festival. After their premiere screening on Saturday,
April 13, 2002, there will be a Q&A with the directors -- then the
audience will vote for a Winner.
[Update: The
Audience Choice Award went to The Spooky
Incident.]
As this is the
festival’s first year, events were rushed. Jon hopes to have a more
formalized panel of judges next year, and a larger selection of
entries. We agreed on some films, not on others. The audience may feel
still differently.
Here are my
reviews, not only of the festival films, but of all entries. I will
endeavor to avoid spoilers.
First, the five
films selected for screening at the WHC film festival:
1.
Daughter (dir: Eduardo Rodriguez;
scp: Eduardo Rodriguez & Sean Garman; prod: James Sims; dp: Ben
Cawood; music: Luis Ascanio; cast: Marcie Seklecki, Jennifer Ashlyn
Qualey; Florida State University student film; 14 minutes)
A woman (Marcie
Seklecki) awakes from
a nightmare, alone in bed in a comfortable looking home. Everything
seems fine, yet something’s not right. She frets for her daughter, yet
when she checks, everything seems okay...
Art direction,
lighting, sound, and acting are all excellent -- and more importantly
-- mutually supportive. Director Rodriguez unites all elements toward
a common aesthetic goal: building an atmosphere of gnawing unease,
despite appearances of normalcy. The home is attractive and
comfortable, but a little too empty, a little too pristine. Shadows
are not obviously ominous, just enough to unsettle one’s subconscious.
And although the mother’s initial fears appear unfounded, they feel
justified, both to her and us.
There is gore. The
film opens with blood splashing upward from her face as she awakes.
We’ve seen this image in other films, and there are other clichéd
images. But they’re as technically proficient in this student film as
in any Hollywood studio (i.e. big-budget) effort. There’s also “water
imagery,” which makes some sense if taken as sexual/birthing
symbolism. Or maybe it’s simply inherent in the setup.
The two actresses
(mother and child) are both natural, talented, and skilled.
Although we begin
to guess the ending, its portrayal is especially imaginative and
gripping. The special effects, both visually and aurally, are
skillfully executed. And the film is not overlong, so we don’t guess
too far ahead of the story.
A slick, striking,
and memorable horror film [my top pick], by a talented cast and crew.
2.
The Spooky Incident (dir/scp:
Anthony Kern; cast: Fred Warner, Jack Darfese; 18 minutes)
A young apartment
dweller is plagued by a hole under his sink. Then he loses his job,
partially because he surfs for porn at work. Needing money, he agrees
to take care of a yuppie couple’s cat (named “Spooky”) while the
couple vacations. Then Spooky runs and disappears into the hole under
the sink...
Some scenes
initially appear gratuitous; repeated viewing is required to discern a
single aesthetic purpose to them. Essentially, most scenes underscore
the man’s frustration (sexual; job-related; the hole under his sink),
all aggravated by the lost cat, which becomes a focus for his
problems.
Even so, many
scenes still seem at least partially gratuitous. The story’s subtext
could have been clarified. Instead, director Kern embraces style over
substance. There are some
David Lynchian inspired shots: moving
closeups of rusted pipes and wiring, dissolves through the building’s
walls. The speeding subway, the jump cuts, saturated colors, vampiric
goth girl, all seem to exist more for visual show-off than for any
dramatic or thematic purpose.
Daughter's Rodriguez was also visually slick, but he was better at coalescing his
elements into a cohesive story and theme.
Still, if
The Spooky Incident was primarily intended to showcase Kern’s technical
proficiency, at least he has much to showcase. The “film” appears
shot-on-video, and some scenes display typically harsh, high-contrasty
video/lighting, but many scenes -- especially when Kern gets fancy
with his trick photography -- are both beautiful and impressive.
Kern also makes
good use of silence (the man daydreaming on the train; the couple
“yelling” at him). George Lucas is a great advocate of paying
meticulous attention to sound (his motivation for founding Skywalker
Sound), whereas many directors still concentrate solely on visuals.
Kern is to be commended for heeding Lucas (and
Lynch) by making
aesthetic use of both sight and sound. Kern’s “silences” are not
arbitrary -- they allow us to perceive events more subjectively, from
his main character’s introverted worldview. When the objective outside
world is silenced, we more readily experience reality as the character
does -- his mind disconnecting from others yelling at him.
The cast is
competent. The “yuppie” actress (a bit part) resembles
Seinfeld’s
Julia-Louis Dreyfus. But most noteworthy is Jack Darfese as the gruff
building super, who has the look and talent of a skilled character
actor.
The Spooky Incident ends on a disappointing note, neither scary nor especially original.
Much (albeit gratuitous) atmospheric buildup is wasted on a quick and
arbitrary piece of silliness. But since most of the film is measurably
better than its final half minute -- an ending not necessitated by
previous events -- Kern would do well to rethink and reshoot the
ending.
3.
The Puzzle (dir/scp: Robert
Harari; based on the short story “The Jigsaw Puzzle” by J.B. Stamper;
prod: Robert Harari and Kimberly Roil; dp: Jason Contino; music:
Robert Harari, Jeremy Ford and Short Round; cast: Courtney Bell,
Elenor Theodorou, Chris Cridler, Greg Dahlem, James Bradley Thomas; 22
minutes)
I’d contacted
Screamfest L.A. about WHC, and they contacted their 2001 festival
entrants. One of them, Robert Harari, submitted his Screamfest L.A.
entry.
This, essentially,
was what I said of
The Puzzle in my HorrorFind review of
2001
Screamfest LA.
An entertaining
student film,
The Puzzle is based on a short story, which shows. This
is one of the more literate entries.
A young pharmacist
is feted with a surprise birthday party, after which she finds a gift
from an unknown guest: a jigsaw puzzle. It's a dark and stormy night.
The electric power goes out. By candlelight, she completes the puzzle.
The “surprise twist ending” is not wholly unexpected, but the film's
effectively creepy atmosphere gives it punch.
The Puzzle relies
heavily on atmosphere, building it with painstaking care, employing
lighting, art decor, story, and character. The film begins on a cheery
afternoon at the pharmacy, when the characters’ innocent banter reveal
the pharmacist’s empty social life.
We cut to the
pharmacist’s stark white apartment, its impersonal decor at first
obfuscated by lively partygoers, but exposed after the partygoers
depart. Her apartment is clean and tasteful, but apart from the party
debris, appears unlived in. Alone in her lonely apartment, the
pharmacist begins piecing together the jigsaw puzzle. The atmosphere
of solitude grows ominous as an intensifying thunderstorm kills the
lights. She continues piecing the puzzle by candlelight.
The Puzzle has the
marks of a student film lighting project. But it does more than use
lighting merely to create a dark and scary atmosphere; its lighting
also affects and alters the mood of the scenes. And more importantly
-- in a way that supports character, theme, and flow of the story.
Lighting and art decor both underscore the pharmacist's empty life,
leaving her open to the dark supernatural entry of the puzzle.
Shot-on-video,
The Puzzle suffers some fuzziness and murkiness, although its videography
is superior to some other entrants. One senses that director Harari
did the best possible with available equipment, as the lighting and
art decor are aesthetically motivated.
The Puzzle is
literate and atmospheric, opting for old-fashioned spookiness over
gory zombies or slashers. Characters are strong, doubtless rooted in
the short story upon which this film was based.
Exposition feels
long for a short film, with a brief payoff, but the exposition has a
purpose: to build character and atmosphere.
4.
Plasticity 1.7 (dir: Brian
Forrest; scp: Brian Forrest & Oliver Nowak, based on a play by Oliver
Nowak; cast: Eric Forsythe, Shannon Convery; music: Paul Hartwig; dp:
Brien Burroughs; support from Minnesota State Arts Board & NEA; 19
minutes)
We open on closeups
of machine parts, while a man mutters nonsense. We soon discover that
he is bloodied, connected to machine parts (visually reminiscent of
such post-apocalyptic sf films as Circuitry
Man and Hardware), and
held prisoner by an angry young woman. They talk, and talk, and talk,
and amid much vague and redundant verbiage (lots of talk of being
“just parts”) we try and discern what the hell is going on.
Because
Plasticity 1.7 falls under the subgenre of “horror-art film,” it carries a
certain “Ahhhh!” factor. I too have a weakness for horror-art films
(e.g., Company of Wolves,
The Doctor and the Devils,
Nadaj), but one must beware of
surrendering to one’s weakness, and seeing more than is onscreen.
And
Plasticity 1.7 is simply less than the sum of its ... parts.
Based on a play, Plasticity 1.7 is
naturally talky and static. And to its credit, of all the entrants, it
has the most original story. But that’s partially because its vague
metaphors and nonsense dialog never clarify into a
substantive tale. This is one of those art films whose “Ahhhh!” factor
is canceled by a greater "Huh?" factor.
Jon Weimer, who
viewed the film seven times, offers one interpretation of events. He
may be right, although I spot contradictory elements in the film that
undermine his theory. I won’t spoil the film by relating any
interpretive theories here. View it yourself at WHC, and determine if
its meaning is clear, and if so, if the film merits an award.
I only hope viewers
won’t confuse ambiguity with profundity.
Story aside,
Plasticity 1.7 is technically slick. Its bio-mechanical images are
provocative, if unoriginal. Fine acting and makeup. Excellent
photography and sound mix. A haunting end score reminiscent of Enya’s
New Age Celtic music.
5.
Dwindling (dir/scp: Arnie Lerner,
based on a story by David B. Silva; cast: Ann Dillon, Alex Savon;
casting: Wright-Laird Casting; original music: Susan Clark and Sid
Fendley; support from Kansas City Independent Film Coalition; super-8
film; 19 minutes)
A farmer’s wife
regrets having so many children, so early in life. Regrets seeing her
life passing so quickly. And only her eldest son is aware that her
regrets are altering reality...
Based on a short
story, this film isn’t particularly original. It reminded me of the
old Twilight Zone episode where the astronauts return, and only one of
them is aware that their numbers are "dwindling."
Credits indicate
that, despite being shot in Kansas, a professional casting agency was
retained. It shows. The film is very well cast. Everyone, children
included, perform naturally. Ann Dillon looks like a weary,
plain-living, midwest farmer's wife.
Dwindling’s credits
boast original music yet its piano score sounds vaguely familiar,
similar to music from Ken Burns’s Civil War documentary. Possibly,
Lerner and Burns were inspired by music from the same era.
Clark and Fendley’s music helps set the appropriate mood, though its
redundant use begins to annoy.
Worse is the film’s
occasionally high-contrast lighting, which adds to an overall flat
video look. (Surprisingly, the credits indicate this was shot on
film.) Of all the entrants,
Dwindling was among the visually
flattest, which goes far in spoiling any atmosphere. A splatter film
can make aesthetic use of harsh flat lighting, which conveys a
documentary authenticity (Night of the Living
Dead). But a subtle
supernatural tale more often requires an ethereal atmosphere, and
Dwindling’s cinematography fails to contribute.
Dwindling’s
atmosphere is also hobbled by its occasionally flat soundtrack, at
least when shooting indoors. That sort of hollow echo that could be
mitigated with sound blankets.
The credits
indicate that a crane was used. Lerner should have foregone the crane
shots, which are unnecessary, and concentrated more on sound and
lighting, which lack atmosphere. (One is reminded of
SCTV’s Johnny
LaRue, forever begging for a crane shot -- as though it were a magic
bullet to improve his show).
Dwindling ends on a
stronger note that Plasticity 1.7
or The Spooky Incident. The exchange
between mother and son (before bedtime) implies the ominous. (Will the
son awake in the morning? Is she aware of events and grant him a
reprieve? Or not?).
Dwindling mines
childhood fears of being unwanted. The cast and music go far in
realizing the script’s potential, but better atmosphere could have
added much.
There. Those are
the five films that will screen at WHC.
I’d vote for
Daughter, for overall excellence.
The Puzzle and
The Spooky Incident are
my second and third choices, respectively. But
The Puzzle falls short
of Daughter’s technical proficiency, and its ending is weaker.
The Spooky Incident is technically slicker than
The Puzzle, but its ending is
weaker still.
But ultimately, the
audience shall decide the winner. [The Audience Choice Award went to
The Spooky Incident].
The following films
will not be screened at WHC. Here is what the audience missed:
6.
The Terrible Old Man (Canadian;
dir: Bob Fugger; scp: Steve Abbott, story by Steve Abbott, Bob Fugger,
Jordan Pratt, based on a story by H.P. Lovecraft; cast: Rene DeFazio,
Rock Moran, Todd Sanderson; 33 minutes)
Lovecraft’s
short-short is thin on plot and characterization. Fugger hews
faithfully to what there is, but updates and expands it with details
and new dialog.
Fugger’s film opens
with three young thieves driving an old sedan, putting distance
between themselves and the cops in another town. The soundtrack blares
hard rock music. They plan to “lay low” with one’s uncle, until “the
heat cools off.” At a small town diner, they spot a bizarre-looking
old man -- paying for lunch with gold coins. Naturally, the thieves
decide on one last “big score” before hiding out with the uncle. That
night, they break into the old man’s decrepit house...
This film is
produced by Canada’s Titan Entertainment, whose website credits Fugger
with music videos. It shows, as The Terrible Old Man’s music is
well-chosen, unlike many films which seem to slap on a generic rock
score without thought as to how the selection interplays with the
visuals.
The actors range
from good to very good, the worst being the “terrible old man” who
tends toward hamminess -- and his “scary makeup” could have been more
realistic. There is also a cop and a waitress (who resembles singer
Bonnie Tyler’s 1970s look), both of whom perform well.
But the main cast
consists of the three thieves, who are standard gang types (the
short-fused hothead, the nervous nelly with a soft spot, and the
badass leader who keeps both in line).
The standout
performance comes from Rene DeFazio, who plays the badass gang leader.
He conveys restrained menace mixed with cunning, knowing when to push
hard, when to hold back. Despite his silly pencil-thin goatee, he’s as
charismatic and competent an actor as any current TV or low-budget
film badie. He is well cast for the role.
The nervous nelly
(Todd Sanderson) was cast against type, and it doesn’t work. Not only
is Sanderson a big guy, but his shaved head and goatee are those of a
man who considers himself tough. And people would indeed be
intimidated at first sight, which he’d notice and thus take confidence
in. So casting him as a scaredy cat didn't work for me.
Sanderson does
generate some sympathy with his concern for others, but it’s an
inconsistent concern. (And what's with that John Travolta accent? --
whom Sanderson already vaguely resembles.) Additionally, Sanderson’s
MTV hand gestures appear stiff and unnatural, as though they don’t
feel right for him. Did Fugger instruct Sanderson on the hand
gestures, or did Sanderson think them appropriate to his character?
The problem is, because Sanderson appears uncomfortable with the hand
gestures, they break character. We see the actor beneath the
character.
The third villain,
Rock Moran, is the short-fused hothead. He’s smirky and smartass, and
does a serviceable job at it.
The villains’
verbal interplay is sometimes enjoyable, but screenwriter Abbott’s
lines fall short of Pulp Fiction’s sharp banter. Much of
The Terrible Old Man’s dialogue is banal, and the villains’ bickering grows annoying.
Which brings us to
this film’s worst element: it’s overlong and padded. It needs
trimming. The villains' squabbling would be sharper if the edits were
tighter. (Of course, if the lines were smarter, we wouldn’t mind the
squabbling as much).
The colored
lighting inside the old man’s house is proficient and atmospheric. The
special effects are competent.
You won’t see
The Terrible Old Man at WHC, but you can learn more at:
TitanEntertainment.com.
7.
Suicide, Inc. (dir/scp: Manual De
Seixas Correa; cast: Yuri Lowenthal, Marianne Veehoff; NYU student
film; 10 minutes)
A despondent
novelist suffering writer’s block yearns for suicide. Failing at
several attempts, he see a TV ad for Suicide, Inc. So he checks in...
Suicide, Inc.’s
strongest aspects are its slick production values, its atmospheric
lighting and cinematography -- the sort of technical proficiency one
would expect from an NYU student film. (My old “Sight And Sound”
professor, Nick Tanis, is listed in the credits.)
Even before the end
credits, I spotted an “inside joke” that gave this away as an NYU
film. Suicide, Inc.’s address is 721 Broad Street, and NYU’s film
school is at 721 Broadway. No doubt, that elicited chuckles when
screened in class. Too bad
Suicide, Inc. isn’t clever in other areas.
Apart from its
journeyman craftsmanship, the film boasts pedestrian acting and a
bland story, though mercifully short.
It’s a cute but
commonplace story. We've seen it before: odd clinics with secret
agendas or methods. Stephen King’s “Quitters, Inc.” comes to mind. And
there's one about a travel agency run by aliens -- probably several
like that. But most of those fictional agencies hide behind front
operations. Suicide, Inc. states their business up front, thus
removing a potential “surprise twist ending” and diminishing suspense.
The agency, and the film, is what it claims to be.
The story might have
been improved with a more conspiratorial atmosphere or plotting,
rather than the clinic blatantly advertising its services on TV. One
of last year’s Screamfest L.A. entries,
Fatal Kiss, featured a vampire
clinic advertising on TV -- but Fatal
Kiss’s black comedy offered
surprise twists beyond what the clinic promised.
Suicide, Inc. is less
clever, less funny, and no big surprises.
Lead actor Yuri
Lowenthal sports a British accent that just doesn’t sound right. Maybe
he is British, but his accent wavers and sounds affected -- sounds a
little too “Hugh Grant.” Many beginner actors affect accents for no
good reason, for no reason pertinent to their character. Often they
confuse “creating a character” with affecting an accent. Southern
accents are popular, rednecks and belles. So too drunken slurs. Method teachers warn of the beginner’s weakness for assuming the
accents and mannerisms of an admired actor. James Dean was said to
have affected the mannerisms of Marlon Brando.
I wonder if
Lowenthal is a big Hugh Grant fan, or simply an American who decided
that making his character British was “more of a stretch.” Unless he
really is British, it was a pointless stretch.
Actress Marianne
Veehoff, playing the nurse, is pretty, but performs blandly. Not
awful, but not particularly inspired.
Storywise,
Suicide, Inc. begins with an okay setup, and concludes on a weak payoff. It
proves yet again that competent production values do not alone a film
make.
8.
End of the Line (dir/scp: Randy
Smith; cast: John Steven Rocha; Florida State University student film;
6 minutes)
Early one morning,
David enters his kitchen and answers the phone. The voice on the phone
is friendly, but quickly grows ominous. He reveals that he killed
David’s wife, that he will kill David, and that he’s watching even
now. As they talk on the phone, David frantically searches for the
killer, who must be hiding somewhere in his house...
Yes, it reminds one
of Scream, which I thought an overrated suspense film rather than
ground-breaking horror.
End of the Line is
not great, but it’s clever, its editing and
mobile camera keep events
moving briskly, and the film is of appropriate length. Despite its
pedestrian setup, its shocker ending surprised me. Not as striking as
Daughter’s ending, but better than that of such overall superior fare
as The Spooky Incident and
Plasticity 1.7 -- and better than the endings
of The Terrible Old Man and
Suicide, Inc..
John Steven Rocha’s
acting was pedestrian, but serviceable. No worse than
Suicide, Inc.’s
Lowenthal and Veehoff -- and End of the
Line hails from Florida State
University. FSU film students presumably have a smaller acting talent
pool to draw from than NYU students -- though
Daughter is another
FSU film, and it does fine on all counts.
End of the Line is
a slight film, but technically competent and with some entertainment
value.
9.
Wild (dir: Jon Weimer; cast: Ann
Shaughnessy, C. Wayne Owens, Jon Weimer; 5 minutes)
Credit Short Film
Festival Founder Jon Weimer with wanting an independent third party to
help judge his film.
We open on
streetwalkers enticing passing drivers. In his car, a large man (C.
Wayne Owens) hears radio news reports of another murder. He slows to
hire a sweet young hooker named “Wild” (Ann Shaughnessy). They drive
to her basement pad...
Sound and
videography leave much room for improvement. Shaughnessy is decent
enough in her limited role, no more. Her squeaky voice lends a girlish
innocence that contrasts with her inner evil. Her voice and appearance
evoke British actress Sammi Davis (Lair
of the White Worm, Mona Lisa).
Some of Weimer’s
direction (Shaughnessy’s knife dance) "tries too hard." Her voice was
contrast enough. She should have performed her role more straight,
even frightened. Owens too is decent in his limited, wordless role.
Weimer performs well enough in his brief cameo.
The ending is a
variation on a common twist (the perceived victim turns victimizer),
albeit unexpected.
10.
The Outsider (dir/scp: Aaron
Vanek; based on “The Outsider” by H.P. Lovecraft; cast: Herb
Lichtenstein; 6 minutes).
A risen corpse
seeks his former love. Told in voiceover narration, and occasional
flashbacks, as the corpse plods home...
Extended voiceovers
rarely work, especially in purple prose. The writing must be literate,
but not dated or overwrought. It worked for Vincent Price reading Poe
(he was the master at it). More recently, and with modern prose, it
worked with Agent Dana Scully’s X-Files opening monologues.
But writer/director
Vanek heaps anachronistic purple prose on us -- for the film’s entire
length. Okay, he’s chosen to avoid all dialog -- but in that case,
silence would have been better at creating atmosphere than voiceovers.
Worse, the
narrator’s delivery sounds uncomfortable in his mouth. He stumbles
over some words, rushes past others, without rhythm or feeling. No Vincent
Price here.
What is it about
Lovecraft’s “The Outsider” that inspires beginner filmmakers to make a
pretentious mess? Back in film school, I too, soon after reading it,
was inspired to create a pretentious purple voiceover mess.
Not that Vanek
adheres closely to Lovecraft (nor did I). He also borrows from Poe.
Another error: the
“surprise” ending is no surprise because the corpse makeup is visible
early on -- so why bother with a POV shot? Why “spring” this ending on
us as though it were some horrific surprise? Doesn’t Vanek realize
everyone saw it coming from the start? The story itself (revenant
corpse returns, ignorant of its decay) is common enough for horror
fans to spot, but Vanek also reveals the corpse makeup early on. If he
thought we didn’t notice, because the narrator was shot from behind,
well, then Vanek was seriously wrong.
Even so, it appears
that great care, and some skill, went into crafting the corpse makeup
-- but rather than a corpse, it looks like a vampire, or some demon
thing. What’s up with that?
Vanek’s
cinematography is better. His interior lighting is bright and sharp,
albeit sometimes flat. His outdoor shots are nicely atmospheric. His
art direction also shows promise. Care and skill went into costuming
and set design.
Now that he’s
gotten “The Outsider” out of his system, he should discard purple
voiceovers and concentrate on crafting tight, sharp dialog.
11.
My Necronomicon (dir/scp:
Aaron Vanek; cast: Page Hearn; black & white; 2 minutes)
Another Lovecraft
film, by Vanek.
A nervous
trench-coated man scurries home, opens the Necronomicon, and begins
reading. Blood spills along the walls, upward. Fascinated, he touches,
and dissolves into another dimension, screaming...
Again, Vanek’s
cinematography and special effects are admirable. Actor Hearn is
properly nebbish in both appearance and movement. He is well-costumed
for his role.
Alas, at 2 minutes
(including credits) there is no story. A vignette, no more. Slick, but
slight. Too slight to elicit interest, or provide entertainment value.
Turkeys exact
revenge in this unfunny parody of horror and action films.
The worst entry.
Far and away, the worst. Mind-numbingly dull. I was stunned when, upon
clocking it on my second viewing (I viewed each entry twice), I saw it
only ran 20 minutes. Seemed so much longer.
I can forgive
ineptitude, but not sloppiness, something tossed together as though
the “artist” didn’t give a damn. When an artist asks someone to read,
or view, or listen to their work, they are obligated to offer their
best effort, however poor.
This “cast” had all
the appearance of friends goofing off with a camera, rather than
trying to entertain or enlighten an audience. Shot at Stanford, all
involved appear to be students (pray God, not film students), and all
seem to be having a rollicking good time, yukking it up with bad puns,
sophomoric innuendoes, screwball expressions, and painfully inept and
pointless accents. One young Asian “actor” plays a college dean with
an accent that morphs between British, 1930s Hollywood blueblood,
German, and Swedish. His is the highlight performance.
Writer/director
Walens pushes nepotism into criminal extremes by casting herself. She
thus spreads her already micron-thin talents down to subatomic levels.
Were it not painful
enough watching goofball college cutups hamming it up with limp rubber
turkeys, the end credits further assault the audience with a barrage
of unfunny wiseass “jokes” (Monty
Python and the Holy Grail, this is
not).
Every other
entrant, no matter how flawed their film, tried their best -- tried
hard. It shows in what did work.
But the goofballs
behind Turkey VI made no effort. This is just a “home movie” among
friends, of no interest to anyone other than the participants. That’s
all well and good, but it’s boorish to foist one’s sloppy home movie
onto an audience, and rude to enter it in a festival alongside
hardworking artists with serious aspirations.
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