I have to digest my reaction to the SBFF because right now it's too tilted to write about. I had the Film Makers Platinum Pass and let me tell you - that was some kind of fun. SB Film Fest
anyway - i'm sorry to remove Paz Vega but here's my dog wearing the Platinum Pass but playing hard to get.
Sunday Morning. I must leave for work in a few minutes.
The Platinum Pass. Oy. Homer Simpsons Choir. People staring at you assuming you must, have to BE someone. The parting of movie lines. That pass got us in ....everywhere. Even the Hotel upgraded us to a suite. There was one party where one highly untrained Bouncer wouldn't let the CEO of the Film Fest into one of his own parties. These were the parties that they informed those of us with Platinum Passes by handing us confidential memos with our SWAG. The memos listed the times and places of these affairs - You know, the ones where they have go-go dancers, food and drink and - as far as I could tell, not many actual filmmakers.
To be continued. (and edited)
