![]() Secret FestivalTo keep your secret is wisdom; but to expect others to keep it is folly. Sunday, May 21, 2000 Jack and his daughter H---- took off around ten this morning, while I walked down the hill to get in line for the secret festival. This is a part of SIFF that is a total crapshoot! You have to sign an oath that you won't reveal what the movie is, because they are films that are tied up in legal proceedings, or are unavailable for public screenings for some reason. I've seen some very good films this way, and some that I walked out of. No way to tell in advance! While I was waiting in line, I finished the book the Jack bought when we were in Port Townsend a few months ago. (oops! too bad I don't remember the title.) This was written as a novel, by an ethnographer who spent time among some remote tribes. She did a good job at making them into real people, but also conveying the culture shock and disorientation she went through. The movie was a good one, and the print quality was excellent. One mark in the Secret Festival's favor. (I'm always debating about getting the Secret pass, because it's extra money. This year it hardly mattered, because I paid so much for the platinum pass that the marginal cost for the Secret was immaterial.)
After the first movie, I took the bus downtown to the Pacific Place theaters. I had enough time before the movie to hang out in Barnes and Noble (bought the new Jo Beverly novel, "Devilish"), then I went up to the theater.
Three movies was enough! So I was home midevening. |