Swell. (Note: That was not a sincere use of the word "swell.")

So the two films I'd most like to see in this year's Virginia Film Festival -- Buster Keaton's Steamboat Bill, Jr. with live accompaniment and Todd Haynes' Far From Heaven -- are not only both programmed at times when I can't see them, they're also programmed at the same time: 7:00P, Friday. How rude. (The film I'd fifth- or sixth-most like to see, Tuvalu, is also the same time, amazingly.)

In what is probably a good thing, considering, this seems to be the least-interesting VFF lineup in my four years here: Beyond the 7:00 Friday slot and a few unseen-by-me canonized classics (Laurence of Arabia, Chinatown, L'Atalante), I'm not even sure what I'd want to watch. Oh well.

oh so lovingly written byMatthew | 


short & sour.
oh dear.
messages antérieurs.
music del yo.
lethargy.
"i live to frolf."
friends.
people i know, then.
a nother list.
narcissism.













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