brightsurfer4 said:Grabbed my tickets during the presale and spent the whole week living in the camp. I honestly thought I was signing up for a legitimate film festival, but let’s be real: it’s basically just a massive drinking session with occasional breaks for movies. You've got jury members who are nowhere to be found, program events you can't even get into unless you have accreditation (like those Satie and Glass concerts), and screenings that run late while people wander in and out like they're browsing a damn flea market. We were packed into that tiny theater like penguins because the screen was set way too low—you literally had to tilt your head left and right just to catch the subtitles. As for the campsite organization? Beyond words. The whole town reeks of urine, and the chairs in the square are practically falling apart.
The films were actually pretty solid considering the local standards, but if you're being honest and strip away the indie darlings and the classics (which I did enjoy), there’s really not much meat on the bone here.
Fish Tank—the big winner—just wasn't my thing. It felt overstuffed and lifeless, just a bunch of disconnected vignettes that failed to form a cohesive whole. There’s this one scene where the protagonist breaks down—which is supposed to be the emotional core of the movie—but the acting was subpar, and the motivation behind it felt completely hollow.
Planting Kisses—the short film winner—is the exact same story. Compared to the rest of the lineup, it’s weak; it lacks a narrative and relies on a simple concept that never gets properly fleshed out.
My personal picks were O'Horten from the main lineup, White Ribbon (make sure you watch that in High Definition!!), Miami Shorts, and Worthless—that Kaurismäki film from '82. That one is absolutely wild, almost like a Finnish version of Pulp Fiction. It actually reminded me of Rundek in that Shane music video—you know, the one where he's driving that wood chipper.🙂
Last Screening—about Rundek's Cargo Orchestra—was an absolute train wreck. It’s a film about the collapse of America told through the eyes of the band members. But instead of showing us how the music actually comes together or how these people met, it focuses on scenes of passing the torch to Marshall or lighting torches in Ottawa in '84. It was the only screening I actually walked out of before the credits rolled.
I'm totally on board with most of what's being said here. Honestly, this was my first time ever hitting up the Motovun Film Festival this year, and I only went because I kept hearing nothing but glowing reviews from absolutely everyone—I just kept hearing people rave about how incredible the whole thing was.
I’m not even going to complain about the camp, because honestly, I think it did exactly what it was supposed to do. The little concerts were actually pretty cute, though I didn't end up catching that Pister thing... what was it, 22 or something like that?
I can't even begin to process this level of nonsense right now! It’s just absolutely ridiculous how things are going, and honestly, I'm about five seconds away from losing my mind over it!
The whole recession theme is getting seriously irritating, honestly. They’ve been shoving it down our throats in every single newsletter lately, and it’s driving me nuts. It’s like they don't even have the budget for a basic spellcheck anymore, because they're out here typing TENESICA—which, by the way, isn't funny at all. Then they have the nerve to shout about some "recession edition" of the festival, while in that very same newsletter, they're lecturing people not to wash their cash in their jeans! Like, seriously, what are we supposed to do with our money then? 🙄 Honestly, we should just stop wasting money on luxury stuff and start tossing those extra bucks into the donation bins for the dance marathon. Seriously, this call for donations was plastered in *every single* newsletter they put out. We actually went to check out the dance marathon, and man, it was something else—just people pairing up and doing these choreographed moves like they were stuck in some beginner ballroom class, while the hostess is hovering over them shouting, "Pair 13, pick up the pace!" or "Pair 22, now that’s what I call a performance!" It was honestly ridiculous.🙄
And on top of that, this whole festival edition feels like a total recession-era disaster, and you’re telling me I can't even catch Glass or Satie for free just because I don't have accreditation? Are you kidding me?! Honestly, when I heard that, I felt like grabbing someone by the collar and just decking them. 😁
When it comes to movies, aside from those incredibly irritating and mind-numbingly boring war epics—honestly, I need to check what year it was when recession themes and partisan war films decided to team up, because seriously, can it get any worse?—it feels like I've watched an endless loop of basically identical films; you've got Stella and then that one movie, Sunce moje, which is more or less the same thing, and then all others that I honestly can't even bother to remember. 😁
Basically, just pure comedy. I’m seriously glad I finally got to catch Stella, Big Boy, that little vampire flick, Giant, and White Ribbon—even though the viewing quality was a total disaster and dropped by like 50% because they had white subtitles on a white background! Seriously, my friends who didn't speak German were totally screwed...
Man, when it comes to the movies, the crowds at the AMC theater were absolutely insane. You’ve got people swarming the entrance, and then there's this ridiculous penguin-style shoving going on just so someone can catch a glimpse of the subtitles—and they were watching Finnish films, for crying out loud! Honestly, it wasn't much better over at the Regal either; everyone was jostling for position and the screen angle was totally messed up because the floor slopes down by two degrees, making it a total pain to actually see anything.
Honestly, the subtitling was just straight-up terrible. I mean, when I was watching Stella, there was a solid four-minute stretch where there were absolutely no subtitles at all. It felt like the same thing happened with White Ribbon too, if my memory serves me right, and honestly, it’s been a recurring issue with a few other films lately. Let's be real here—we're paying twenty bucks a pop for these tickets!$10 Look, they aren't *male*, and I fully expect to see a damn perfect movie when I'm paying those pretentious prices just to sit around on some wooden bench or collapse onto a cheap plastic chair, not to mention how in the smaller theaters you practically have to crane your neck just to read anything! Because of that, there is absolutely *no excuse* for them to mess up by having missing subtitles or using the wrong ones—that kind of stupidity is totally unacceptable.
Honestly, I’m not exactly blowing bubbles over this year's lineup; I felt like I was watching a bunch of stuff I'd already seen a dozen times before. It feels like they just picked a bunch of mediocre flicks—I mean, sure, there are exceptions, but still... 😁
Aside from the ticket prices being a total steal, it’s just hilarious how they ban alcohol from the city center but don't provide a single water fountain in the heart of town for when someone inevitably chugs a smuggled bottle. So, by all means, let people suffer through dehydration.
The popcorn portions are tiny, and the lines are ridiculously long. They could have easily set up one central spot to handle everything.
When it comes to the crowd, there are really only two reasons why anyone would show up to the Motovun Film Festival if they aren't actually there for the movies.
1. Maybe people aren't even coming because nothing spectacular caught my eye. Maybe they just missed the mark this year, or maybe they miss the mark every single year? 😁
2. And seriously, folks, it’s honestly pathetic watching you all try to force-feed yourselves booze for seven days straight while bragging about how you haven't even sat through a single movie. There's a massive difference between having a good time and hitting that point where daily heavy drinking becomes a mandatory ritual—that's when any sense of freedom or spontaneity totally dies.
Not to even get started on the incredibly annoying "party animal" cult that hangs around the Motovun Film Festival, but that's a whole other conversation.
Eeeeeeeeeee, you wouldn't believe the hard liquor I was slamming last night...
And they sell booze in those ridiculous bottles... All in all, I’ll definitely prefer other festivals over this one, and frankly, the Motovun Film Festival doesn't live up to the hype everyone keeps pushing.
Maybe it used to be great, but it's just not there anymore. 😉