by Pa Rock
Proud Father
Our family group enjoyed some fine film fare this afternoon at the Las Vegas Film Festival, our reason for this springtime outing to Vegas. The Festival was held at the Eastside Cannery, a very nice and relatively new hotel and casino located several miles off of the Strip. Tim's movie (well, his and the film department's from the University of Ohio!) was shown in a block of seven short features. Theirs was the longest in that group, running thirty-four minutes, with a couple that were under ten minutes in length.
The Dying Western, the movie that we all came to see, played first in its block, and it was far superior to the other entries. (I'm not sure how they are judged. The Festival lasted four days and contained feature length movies starring names that were readily recognizable, as well as a few other blocks of short films. There will be an awards ceremony later tonight which reveal the level of intelligence of the judges!)
The other six entries that we viewed included a war picture, a dance, a gimmick or joke flick, a tired romance, and two screaming mother horrors. My second favorite film of the litter was the dance film from Belgium entitled Fertilize in which a beautiful female (the egg) fends off a hundred or so dancing men (sperm) until she is able to latch onto the one she wants. Pag-Asa, the World War II movie, was a submission from the Philippines and dealt with two Filipino soldiers in a moment of crisis. The shortest entry of the group, The Heist, (the gimmick film) was a product of Canada and clocked in at just four minutes. Both screaming mother nightmares were of domestic origin, which probably says something fairly significant about our national psyche!
It was a great afternoon! All of my children have made me very proud!
(Bob Cronk, you have plenty of reason to be proud also. I met Wes - The Dying Western's film editor. He is a very nice young man and is certainly skilled at his craft!)
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