Festival Fatigue

I’ve just returned to Fayetteville after a long weekend of documentary bliss at the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival up in Durham.  By my somewhat mathematically-impaired and bleary-eyed calculations, I saw a total of sixteen movies (counting shorts) in three days.  Several of the films were unforgettable, but all I can think about right now is just how physically and mentally draining watching that many docs in three short days can be.

By the time I was ready to drive home tonight I found my eyes struggling to adjust away from staring at a movie screen, and my thoughts scrambled after bounding mentally from India to the Mojave Desert to Iraq and to the top of the World Trade Center and finally to the Lower Ninth Ward, with the result that by the end of the weekend, I felt mildly disoriented, almost as if time had fallen slightly out of joint, an experience that was probably exacerbated by an hour’s drive home on the non-space of an interstate highway.

At any rate, this is just a quick post to say that I’ll try to review as many of these films as possible in the next few days, in part because I want to highlight some of the great films I saw but also for the very selfish reason that I hope I can use the blog to process what I saw.

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