The last few days have been a bit of a blur and I'm aware that I haven't been keeping up with this blogging lark the way I should. But that's what happens I guess when you spend all your time sitting in a dark room watching films. I've been putting in 12 hour days at the festival, averaging about 7 films a day. At some point I may even get around to writing proper reviews for them.
I've seen good films (Winter's Bone, The Secret in their Eyes, Yo, Tambien). I've seen bad films (Chase the Slut, brilliantlove, Vacation!). And I've seen more than a couple of mediocre films (Skeletons, Thelma, Louise and Chantal, almost every Brit flick). I've seen films made by people I was at film school (and there's nothing worse than being forced to admit, even if only to yourself, that they're quite good). And I've seen a couple of films which have featured auto-erotic asphyxia quite prominently (brilliantlove and World's Greatest Dad).
Directed by Bobcat Goldthwait (who memorably played the squeak-voiced loon in the Police Academy films, the one who wasn't Steve Guttenberg), World's Greatest Dad is a pitch-black comedy which follows sad-sack teacher and failed writer Robin Williams as he turns his teenage porn addict son's masturbatory mishap into a suicide, faking a suicide note and confessional journal which give the frankly despicable little pervert depth and a tortured nobility in the process. As events spiral beyond his control, Williams finds himself having to tell bigger and bigger lies and also gets a taste of the success he's always dreamed of. It may not be as funny or as taboo-busting as it thinks it is but the film does have some pant-wettingly funny moments and features Robin Williams' best performance in twenty years.