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Yes. I am extremely cool, now that you mention it. Next up was Big Bad Wolves, an Israeli film described by one of the directors as “Dirty Harry walks into a Korean revenge film written by the Brothers Grimm.” I’d say their lead was closer to Fred Dryer than Clint Eastwood, but I can see where they were going with that. Seriously though, this is a great film. If you get the chance, check it out. I will be reviewing it elsewhere on the site, and I mention it here only because I am an extremely self serving person. I actually got a moment with Aharon Keshales after the film, and either embarrassed - or embarrassed myself in front of - someone I can legitimately see winning an Oscar many years from now.

Yes. I am extremely cool, now that you mention it. Our next contestant was Here Comes the Devil, by Argentine director Adrián García Bogliano. It was described as a “gory erotic horror film” in the literature. I guess I'd agree, although it felt like something directed by Rob Zombie and Sam Raimi’s 20-year-old clone, produced by Robert Rodriguez. Definitely not for everyone - but despite some very uneven pacing, it kept my attention and even weirded me out a little bit. I definitely don’t regret seeing it.

I saw a few faces I recognized from elsewhere on the internet, and I quietly envied them and their lovely, lovely press passes. I began to study them and learn their ways, hoping I could possibly blend in and move freely about.

And then I decided to limit myself to two glasses of Merlot.

Room 237 is the much talked about feature where...”enthusiasts”...of Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining ruminate on their variously weird and completely unfounded interpretations of the film for 102 minutes. I don’t mean to be dismissive, but I found it to be the equivalent of hanging out in my dorm room with a bunch of conspiracy nuts, talking about how the Freemasons are building flying saucers for the Bilderberg Group at Area 51. Of much greater interest was a free showing of The Shining on the lawn outside the hotel a little later.

Unfortunately, it was a little too cold to be hanging around outside for that long, even for us locals. God forbid I end up like Jack Torrance, stranded deep within the shrub maze (which does not actually exist), frozen, dead and grinning...with an axe.

We began to close our evening by hitting the bar for a nightcap, where we listened to an aspiring student filmmaker lie about his career to a pair of tipsy blondes. Then, we checked out a screening of Cabin Fever, with a special introduction by a very animated Eli Roth. Donny Donowitz himself regaled us with tales of his early days in Hollywood and took questions on several subjects, including of course, pancakes. After the screening it was time to head back down the mountain, my belly filled with delicious food, my head filled with ideas and my eyeballs scarred from watching people get murdered all day.

I don’t have any numbers in front of me but there was a lot of activity at the festival, and it sure felt like a success. Next year I’ll take a bigger sample but for now, I have fulfilled my moral imperative and heeded the faint but perceptible voice of Jack Nicholson beckoning me forth...with an axe.

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