I have left the festival inspired, tired, perplexed and smiling. I have travelled to Russia, Poland, Belgium, Cameroon, Turkey, and beyond. Quite a feat considering my limited resources of a tram ticket and some honeyed cashews.
Now I find I have the inescapable film festival blues. Maybe blues is the wrong word; maybe longing would be more appropriate. Longing, like the feeling you have once returned from a perfect holiday; longing to be on the beach again; longing to be in the museum again; or, in my case, longing to be inside the Forum and ACMI cinemas again.
Gracia's recent posts Play on, please and To sparkle brightly talk also of MIFF days. Why not head across and read them.
From top to bottom:
Once Upon a Time in Anatolia
Silent Sonata (featuring Cirque du Soleil performers)
Innocent Saturday
Sleeping Sickness



