Quick update: guess who was denied access at tonight's Vancouver Queer
Film Festival screenings? Me? It couldn't possibly be...oh wait, it
was. Starry-eyed reporter much? You got my number. For some reason,
that week I spent fighting tooth and nail for a media pass so I could
cover the festival and devote my next print article to promoting queer
film...well, I guess that's not happening now. I did see this guy at
Cinemark Tinseltown:
David Charlie was promoting one of the VQFF entries (
Mulligans)
and he was standing right beside me, listening to me explain how I was
a local reporter covering the movie, please let me in so I can review,
look at my media pass, etc. to the well-meaning VQFF staff...but alas,
to no avail. He then got to witness my eventual Mariah Carey-inspired
meltdown. If I wasn't so angry, I would've asked him for a ticket/what
his thoughts were about the movie he was starring in but I wasn't going
to get to see.
In hindsight, I should have stripped down to my
manties and passed out popsicles to the crowd. That Mariah. Is there
anything she can't do?
Okay enough. The Olympics are on.
Newflash: Canadians are hot.
Take
Adam Van Koeverden. His semi's were fierce and in light of my VQFF
"experience" tonight, I also had the pleasure of watching him in the
finals instead of watching queer film.
Another
homofication candidate if I've ever seen one.
Adam placed 7th and I was happy to watch him doing it:
Listen, Not For Public Use...Quit bossing me...or else
Seriously - is there something in the water up here or what?