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This week is Cinco de Mayo, what most Americans think is Mexican Independence Day. Well, it's not. It's the anniversary of the victory of the Republican forces over the French on that date in 1862. Yeah, I know, beating the French isn't much of an achievement or an excuse for a holiday, and in Mexico, very few outside the state of Puebla, where it took place, even notice.
It's actually a Mexican-American holiday, which has been, for some reason, very popular in California, and over the years has become the official Mexican ethnic day, as Columbus Day is for the Italians and Polanski Day is for the Poles.
SXSW is not one festival, but two and a half. There’s the Film Festival, the Music Festival, and the Interactive Conference. I was invited to the Film Festival only.
Each of the three events have their own separate tickets, plus a gold one, which lets the owner into the Film and Interactive events, and the Platinum, which lets the wearer into everything. This means that things can get awkward…
Day Three
Another day, more movies. I saw three today and four yesterday. This was due mostly to luck, and I haven't actually seen the beginnings of a majority of them.
Take this morning, for example. The country's clock had changed from Standard to Daylight Saving Time, and while it was certainly mentioned in the papers, the hotel didn't bother to turn their clocks forward! Very nice. So, I was about half an hour late to a screening of Clay Liford's Earthling at the Alamo Drafthouse. The director was there, as were several volunteers telling me I was too late and the place was full anyway. But there was another film showing in the multi-screen venue at the same time, which had only been playing for 15 minutes, they said they had "a seat or two left."
I went in to that, or so I thought... But I made a wrong turn and did wind up seeing Earthling, or at least the last three-quarters of it. And by the way, despite what the volunteers had arrogantly sniffed at me, the room wasn't full. Assholes.
Then I had to run all the way to the Paramount Theatre, where I only missed two minutes pre-credits of Mike Woolf's Richard Garriot: Man on a Mission. I did see the IMAX masterpiece Hubble 3D from end to end, but I had to use my SXPpress ticket to bypass the huge line at the History Museum.
And that was good (for me at least) because the line was very long. Hubble 3D was the kind of thing IMAX was made for: Huge vistas filled up your mind, with some of the footage animated directly from data sent by Hubble after the mission to repair it. The IMAX people also had film shot during a couple of the previous missions, so the narrative was able to tell the entire history of the telescope from before the launch.
While seeing this as a documentary on television isn't a horrible idea, I wouldn't recommended because it won't blow your mind like it does viewing through the full effect of IMAX 3-D. Harry Knowles did the Q&A with director Toni Myers, which was all gushy, as one would expect from him. The hors d'oeuvres were decent afterward.
But as much as it was about movies, the day was also about food. For what I expect may be the only time for the festival, I got all my meals free at receptions along Sixth Street by people touting projects. Basically, they're for everyone who can get in. I walked in, ate and left. And had a good time.
Day Two
The day started with a massive disappointment. The press lounge didn't open until noon, and pretty much nothing was open at the Convention Center except the check-in. The advance-passes booth, which also wasn't open, had a line going at least a block. The opening night extravaganza, Predators, had sold out long before, and there were only 15 SXPRESS passes for it, which get you to the front of the line.
The line for those passes had about 20 people, so I waited with everyone else and got a couple of tickets, one for a film that had a press screening I'd missed in New York, The Red Chapel, and one picked at random. I was was lucky to get those with the crush of people. Then I headed off to find a bus to the reception/brunch at the U. of Texas' Henry Ransom Center on 20th Street.
They had an exhibit about movie-making that was actually pretty interesting although the brunch part wasn't all that impressive. What was truly interesting was the ¡Viva! Mexico exhibit, which was there becuase of the bicentennial of Mexican independence. What was most important was that the curators completely ignored the event the exhibit was supposed to be celebrating.
They had the actual document appointing Hernando Cortez Captain General of New Spain, letters from Emperor Maximilian to his wife, and photos of Emilio Zapata and Poncho Villa. But as to the war of independence that started in 1810 -- nada. They didn't even mention it in the timeline! I found that to be even more offensive than the monument to Confederate President Jefferson Davis on the state capitol grounds. Why have an exhibition celebrating something if you don't mention it?
I then went to the history museum (more on that later) and spent a couple of hours looking around before heading back to the convention center, which was totally packed -- at least for a while, because when I finally got to the fourth floor and was heading to the press lounge, some moron decided it would be funny to press the fire alarm, and they had to clear the building.
It was here that I noticed that SxSW was all about corporate sponsorship. There were tents across the street in the park on Fourth Street, and they were giving out free drinks. Naturally the place was packed, and it gave me something to do while waiting for my very first screening, which was held at the convention center.
Unfortunately, The Red Chapel sucked big time. It was a documentary about this Danish comedian who brought two of his compatriots to North Korea in order to do expose the evil regime of Kim Jong Il. The theater wasn't packed at all, as most people were at the Kick-Ass premiere at Paramount Theatre, on Congress Street.
After that, I rushed up to the Alamo Drafthouse at the Ritz, on trendy Sixth Street, where I saw a thing called The Good Heart that starred Brian Cox as an unlovable curmudgeon. He was great, more on both later….