film festival part one: the tickets

I remember the film festival last year.

We spent the ten days or so of the festival intermittently remembering that it was on, forgetting, remarking to one another that we should go and get tickets, forgetting, reading reviews and listening to people telling us about films they'd seen and then making it to one of the ticket offices only to find that it was over.

I was determined not to let it happen again this year.

We didn't get off to a good start. Despite having two copies of the programme and several films ringed in thick black marker, we were out of the country for the first weekend of the festival.

Suddenly, it was wednesday, the second half of the festival already and we hadn't made it to a single film. Yesterday lunchtime I dragged myself away from working on this, to go to the cinema and get tickets. The Polish film we wanted to see that evening was sold out, but I got tickets to the Devil and Daniel Johnston instead, and for this one Beatroot talked about six months ago on Sunday afternoon.

So, we'll get to see two of the hundred odd films to choose between. It's not much, but at least it's better than last year...