Greetings- It is I, Eustacio, posting on this pedestrian blog about the tribby flim flestival this upcoming weeks. As I have seen many of the films associated as well as by having a breadth of knowledge on the subject of the film world as artistic obligation, I am no doubt qualified to speak about it in many ways that are provocative and fantastical. This may be a little too high brow for your normal readers Phlim, but I encourage them to all go out to their local independent video store and rent some Crichterion Collection flims for a starter course (I don't mean Crichtonian films like Jurassic Park III: Revenge of Will Macy). I have devoured many films since becoming a professional dilettante, and must say that this year's lineup of films reminded me of some classics, but in no way lived up to them at all. Many reminded me of the impish charm in Miyahoozaka's seminal work "Farewell My Samurai Breakfast", albeit without the guiding hand of a true master at the helm.
The Emotion in this Raw Image is Palpueble
Many of the films drew quite obvious inspiration from Polish rat trainer Vladislav Kulenski's "Film Of My Rats Doing Pullups I Swear", which is of course not accepted in any mainstream film collection. There were minimalist entries in the fest in the vein of Bloooorg Bjenson's "MUKE" which gave me giddy delight as I nodded along realizing the obvious Bjensonian touches that appealed to true lovers of the form.
The Most Comedic/Jingoistic film of the 20th century
A fellow to my left asked if I could stop nodding my head so violently and mumbling approving tones. He obviously did not understand the true significance. This year's Tribs had a definite lack of understanding among its audience who seemed more interested in seeing the nouveau styles than in appreciating the true classics of the form, but all in all, I was able to make some broad judgments about the people (and films) I saw. Thanks Phlim as always, I shall report back when I have finished viewing at the Toronto 3 stories Underground Film Festival.
