Although there wasn't much to the festival as of yet, the first day was quite an adventure. Getting up earlier than usual wasn't too much of a hassle (I didn't come here to sleep after all). From the train station, it was a straight shot to the American pavilion. As me and a few others waited, I met a woman with the cutest small dog. Upon talking to her, it turned out she was a director. We exchanged information and that was that. The director wasn't the sole potential contact I made, as I met an Indian screenwriter while getting my bag checked. The IndyWire talk was particularly fascinating. It gave me some ideas as to how to approach my review. Speaking of which, my group and I actually made it to a screening after a quick lunch. We saw Heavy Water , a documentary about extreme surfers that somehow sucked the excitement from surfing. I don't know how it's possible to make extreme surfing painfully boring, but these documentarians seemed to manage. After t...
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