I have been notified that the Vinegar Hill Film Festival has decided not to screen "12 Stories About Eileen." This is not a good harbinger for "Eileen," despite a very nice rejection letter that includes the phrases "there was much praise for the writing," "the story itself was extremely well-constructed," "each character's revelation contained wonderful details," "the interpretive connecting sequences...were beautifully shot," and "the editing itself was...carefully done," whatever that last bit means. It's difficult to judge the, well, difficulty in being accepted into specific film festivals without knowing the number of submitted films, but of the five festivals I will have sent "Eileen" to by the end of this week, I had in mind VHFF as either the most likely or second-most likely to accept it. So I don't know. I need to get a-goin' on my next, better film, I suppose.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
