this is how i felt after seeing this sf film festival entry:
bleeeeeeeeEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRggggggh.
if this is the state of modern cuban independent cinema, be frightened for cuba. lord knows that we don’t need more bad student horror films, and we certainly don’t need terrible andrew lloyd webber style musicals that even make alw look good (or bad? can you even do that, make him look worse by association?).
the third director’s piece was not bad, if only by the fact that he was talented enough to make digital video look not shitty. and the nudity and sex didn’t hurt.
looks like cc felt the same way, although she fled during the musical like i wanted to. i stayed and ended up with a stomachache. from being assaulted with badness.
having the sound way TOO LOUD didn’t help either.
budding filmmakers, if your movie sucks, turning the volume up doesn’t make it suck less. in fact, it actually makes it SUCK MORE.
who would have thought that the better film would have been the gripping tale of a female soviet combine operator?
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