Wavescape time again, and the house was packed, ladies n gentlemen. DIFF007 started off slowly for the KwaCinema team, but Monday was pumping man. Opening night of the WaveScape Surf Film Festival, and over 100 bodies lined up for tickets, popcorn and bumseats. Mind you, there were quite a few on the steps as the house pushed to capacity and then some. Mind you, no-one was complaining, as the Absolute-ly visually stunning Mexico provided the backdrop for our first screening. Talk about a riveted audience… these guys n gals were positively getting OFF on the waves and curls.
And the mix, older, younger, boys n girls and their mums&dads too. This real mixed bag of Durban Allsorts were slightly disappointed that DIFF yielded another casualty to the lineup. Take note and beware that Thursdays screening of Bra Boys (Russel Crowe directed piece) will ALSO not be screened. Seems the producers were eventually not keen to have the US/Africa premier at our sleepy lil hollow after all. It seems they did show interest, which prompted the organisers to bill the show, but pulled out at the last minute. Rats!!!
We’re halfway thru DIFF007, and theres bean loadsa casualities, what with BogBeast, SMS and Bra Boys being yanked offline. Seeing things from the other side, the logistic and contractual issues abound, but surely the DIFF has a responsibility to the end-users know about these changes as EARLY as possible? It seems like im going on about this, but it really is that instrumental, I feel.
Tonights screening of Bra Boys was substituted by Chasing Bali and Sipping Jetstream. Visually sweeping, Bali had the audience under it’s spell. It’s real surfer wanking material, peeling waves and bronzed babes. Hey, who’s complaining?
This one blogger snuck out early to catch my choice for poster of the DIFf007- time. Itsa really stark and bizaare movie about a woman’s obsession with her boyfriend, and her belief that he is growing tired of her ‘old’ face. She disappears from his life without a trace, going into recovery from plastic surgery. What happens after this is a cruel twist of fate and a tale of love that wants to live, but is pushed around by the changing face of its subjects. Its predictable more so than I had expected, really forcing sum harsh images of plastic surgery onto the viewer. The music has that haunting element, and the sculptures that the couple visits are just amazing. Its definetly wirth a checkout, the next screening is at the Musgrave on Saturday at tenish, tho this may be clashing with Day Watch. Decisions, decisions…..
Til next post,
Increase the peace
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