Hey hey! I am back after an inevitable health crash to post this final blog entry on the film festival. Such is life!
I attended the third and final day of the HP Lovecraft Short Film Festival which was by far the most popular, the biggest audience we’d seen and they seemed such a lovely assortment of people, some of them completely unexpected like a whole row of little old ladies straight out of church on that Sunday morning. Suffice to say they didn’t last long – just three shorts before the last got too gross for them to continue. But hey! At least they’re out there doing something new! Good for them! Also in the group was a large collection of clearly neurospicy people, a few Goth girls, some gamers, some artists.. it was lovely.
It was such a sweet gaggle of people that my travel companion, and the reason I was here, was trustworthy enough to leave his backpack in a chair to save his seat during intermission. I am not that trusting! Ain’t no way I’m leaving my purse to be pawed through by some ne’er-do-well. My wallet is in there as well as my meds. Not like they’re anything interesting – only if you happen to have a hankering for birth control or antacids but still. Even so the backpack was unmolested when we returned so who knows, maybe I’m the paranoid one here. These were good people. Happy people. Weird people.
Most of the films on the roster were world premieres so that is always fun. They made me want to make my own movie – a wee animated film of baby Cthulhu doing stupid antics to the tune of The Popcorn Song. I could do this. I might even be able to submit it. But I probably should be focusing on less frivolous projects. Food’s getting very expensive!
ANYWAY… where was I? Oh yes, the films! As I have done in Part One and Part Two of this festival, I will now add teasers about each film. No spoilers, promise.
First I’ll detail the feature film: Frogman: A found footage horror about a four foot tall anthropormorphic frog and an entire town that keeps his dirty frog secrets. To the other person in the theater who laughed inappropriately whenever the frogman jumped onto the screen: thank you. I like not being the only psycho in the audience.
The Weaver: Another cougar flick but with boogers.
Disassociation: All those who wander are not lost. Sometimes they’re just trying to rob you.
Our Tell-Tale Heart: There’s a reason the tell-tale heart is so iconic. It’s because it’s still a fucking terrifying idea. This time the cops are coming in.
Play It All Night Long: What happens when you piss off the music demons, stick around and find out.
Death Parts Us: Short, trippy, confusing enough for me to lose my attention span. My bad.
Oddities: As a frequenter of antique stores this one was written for me and my possessed doll loving heart.
Howie’s Flowers: This film was shorter than this sentence but still broke my fucking heart! WHY?!
The Wyrm of Bwich Pen Barras: SO THAT’S what Welsh sounds like! This one had severe folk tale vibes and I goddamn loved it.
The Stool with Pants and Shoes on: Very self-explanatory. Weirdly coherent. Great quirky humor.
Don’t Bother the Neighbors: Tentacles and Kung-Fu or Tentacle-Fu if you will.
Fax Repair and You: Old School special effects show off. Hardcore.
Nosepicker: Illustrating the one unifying concept of humanity: where there are children there will be boogers. Also, a way too literal interpretation of the boogeyman. Did I mention it was gross? So gross. Like very sticky wet gross.
Wizinski’s AC Services: When prank phone calls go wrong.
And that was that! Had a delightful time all three days and even bought a swank T-shirt. It’s got three hares and a human-y standing goat dancing around a campfire in the woods. Very Dionysian. Love it.
Until next time it’s been nice sharing this experience with my fellow weirdos. Much love!
