Reno Film Festival
The Wifey hooked me and a buddy up with tix to the Reno Film Festival this past weekend. The Nugget was pretty funny, Interstate 60 is great (esp. if you liked Back to the Future) and The Drop sucked so bad that I nearly went into convulsions. Christopher Lloyd was at the Interstate 60 screening- he seems cool. I didn’t want to battle the mob of B2TF mega-fans to talk to him; it could have gotten ugly. I could handle a lot, but I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself if I had to wait behind the guy who’s t-shirt read, “Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.”
Walking around the blinking casino lights and “slice of Americana” in downtown Reno, I found myself really glad to live here. When Reno, a blatantly uncultured town makes attempts at metropolitan events like this, it creates something rare. (At the fancy restaurant, Reno’s the one who complains about having too many forks and asks the waiter if the veal would taste good with Ketchup). These kinds of moments where all the ironies align make me feel like I live in Northern Exposure. On a sad note, I had to miss The Deer Hunter on the big screen. Feel for me.
