*There are some spoilers here. Most of which you have probably already read about…but to be safe: spoiler warning!
I’ve learned quite a bit this year at the Tribeca Film Festival. Every film festival, I learn that planning, in almost any capacity is almost always pointless. Just when you think you have everything worked out: viewing schedule, writing plan of attack, even sleep schedule, the festival gods take over and remind you that you aren’t the one holding the reigns. 30 films had to be whittled down to 20. 6 pieces became 3. I couldn’t even handle 2 interviews, only had time for 1. I have said before that Tribeca is a massive undertaking, and this year was no exception. But there comes a time when you have to decide when to stop watching and start writing. Even yesterday morning, I wasn’t sure if I could make it to the festival to catch the World Documentary winner: “Bombay Beach,” but I was worried I would never get this published if I saw it. I decided to write first, see the film, and finish up last night. Then last night’s Presidential announcement happened, and, yet again…another delay. Tomorrow I will discuss the winners in more detail, and give my personal best documentary, feature, and a special mention to my favorite horror film.