Robyn's Secret Passage
The Incredible Film Fest 2001
It's 7.50 am on a Sunday morning. A group of tired, dazed, bleary-eye people wearing pajamas are standing outside the Civic theatre. Some wander off to a nearby Burger King for some breakfast, other start the long walk up Queen Street. All have just spent the last eight hours inside the Civic watching a bunch of B-grade movies.
But wait, let's stop and go back four weeks to where I find myself grabbing five copies of the program to the Incredible Film Festival.
At home reading one of the five copies of the festival program, I concluded that all the films were lame and I didn't want to see any. For the first week of the fest I ignored it, hoping that it would go away.
Then a friend of mine said "I saw "Sex: The Annabel Chong Story" last night. It's really interesting." So I bought a ticket. To recall that is like a junkie recalling their first hit of heroin.
I saw "Sex", and had another look at the program. Some titles appealed to me. I figured I'd go and see a few films. Then I considered buying the festival pass, which would let me see all the films for only $88. I reckoned there were at least eight films that were interesting enough, so I plonked down $88 and the ticket lady gave me a huge pile of tickets - one for each film.
It was like a challenge. "Go on," the tickets were saying. "I dare you to go and see every film in the festival." I took up the challenge. It took up my life.
I alienated friends, family and flatmates. My life revolved around the films. I had to remember to eat first, or rush out between films and grab something quick. I found myself relying on coffee to stay alert during some of the days where I saw three films in a night.
At first it was hard seeing two films in a night. It was almost physically exhausting. But by the third day when I saw three films in a row, I had adjusted and could cope.
I figured out where the best place to sit was, how viewing a film with subtitles is better with no one sitting in the seat directly in front. The music played before and after the films became familliar. The guy who ripped the tickets, the dude who made coffee, they were all part of my cinematic whanau. I even saw the same faces in the audience - other people like me who'd come to see all the films.
On the final night, I saw the four remaining films. The movie marathon was at midnight. I was originally not going to see it because it seemed too difficult - eight hours of movies straight. Then I considered seeing the first film and calling it a night. But after the first I realised I could manage a second. Then, after sucking down cans of V, eating chocolate bars and a mince 'n' cheese pie, I realised that the junk food fuel would keep me in the elevated state required to make it to the end.
My legs ached, I was tired, whenever someone in a movie said something about needing sleep I knew exactly how they felt. On screen sex and violence provided no thrills, but I would have gladly sat through a film with people going to sleep in it. I sat there through five B-grade movies, two of which were pretty terrible. I did it and I burst out onto the street and took in the early morning sun and made my way home.
I don't think it's possible to devote two weeks of your life, including eighteen hours in one day, to seeing truckloads of films if you hate movies. The sort of person who sees seven films a year, or whatever the national average is, doesn't do bad-arse festival stuff like that.
It's about love of movies, and the joy a good film brings and it is completely accurate to be called the Incredible Film Fest, because it was an incredible two weeks.And here are handy bite-sized reviews of the films that made up the festival.