So - three more movies...I sat through OMG/HaHaHa again come to that and was just as conflicted as the first time. With the addition that I realized that the reason I zoned out both times was that there is a lot of very flickery camera work at some points and it actually made me ill and spacey in a way I haven't experienced since Cloverfield and no adrenalin of irritation to work against it. Great bits, talented mess. And if it triggers me, it probably triggers other people too...
Yesterday afternoon, I watched Straightlaced which ought to be a bog standard documentary about gender stereotyping in American high school, but manages to be something rather better than that makes it sound. Part of the point is that Debra Chesnoff and her people have got some very frank interviews out of people and some of the straight boys, gangstas and jocks, who dress in baggy pants and loose shirts are amazingly frank about their homosexual panic and fear that they will be mocked and rejected if they ever wear anything tight, or patterned, or touch each other for more than a second...The slightly prissy high school lesbians and gays are so much less fucked up about it all, and there was a sweet sweet trans girl who was amazingly getting away with high school transition. It all sounds so utopian that I almost smell a rat, but actually don't.
Voodoo Woman was a perfectly decent late transition film memoir with the particular extra that Carolina gets the memo she has avoided all her life when she is in Cuba making a documentary about santeria. And the spirits tell her to cut the crap - she was seeking spiritual wisdom and she gets it, o girl does she get it! I liked the fact that, after enlightenment, comes commitment and she starts working on the rights of trans folk in her native Colombia as well as in Cuba and Canada. Not a great film but an honourable one.
And my last film of the festival proper - one of the very best I've seen this year. Jennifer Phang's Half-life combines family drama - dodgy step-dad, daughter with close gay friend she beards for, father who flew off into the sunset, weird kid - with apocalyptic themes - flooding, social unrest, solar flares - and technical weirdness - various sorts of animation that vary from rotoscoping to childlike drawing. Somehow, the strange little kid manages to be both entirely lovable and believable, and slightly disturbing in an sf way - It's a good life hovers round the edge of the plot.
The whole thing is emotionally gruelling, fabulously inventive and gorgeous to look at. You should check it out in whatever way you can here; it is scandalous that it's getting so praised on the festival circuit and not getting a release.