I go to the 48-Hour Film Festival screenings because I am curious about what the local film community can come up with just two days.
I go to see people and places I know caught on film.
I go to be amused and surprised and sometimes even enjoy something cringe-worthy.
As usual, this morning's festival delivered.
Some personal highlights:
A mocumentary about vegetables as sex objects. Tomato lust was seriously funny.
A roommate film shot on my block that featured my house, my fence and even the tree my dog regularly pees on.
Last weekend I saw them shooting it and this week I got to see the finished product.
Female roommate drama and a green terrorist made this an hysterical film.
A twisted take on going home, featuring one of my favorite local actors, Brandon Crowder.
I usually have to pay 25 bucks to see Brandon crack me up with Richmond Shakespeare and today I got to see him play it straight for only $7.
It was my third year at the 48-Hour Film Festival and it's become one of my favorite annual events, Byrd Theatre seats aside.
If we ever get new seats, I intend to stay for all three screenings for even more lust, location and locals.