Opening Night

The opening night of the 60th Melbourne International Film Festival will be one I shan't easily forget (mostly because I got to go for free and rub shoulders with some of the coolest, best dressed, chicest film people in Melbourne) but also because of The Fairy. I'm sure many will agree that it was an odd film to open the festival with, but an enjoyable one none the less. Harking back to the simpler days of film when Monsieur Hulot waddling around and getting himself into mischief was enough to send a cinema full of people into hysterics, The Fairy is a quaint enjoyable romp full of visual gags, quirky characters, beautiful French scenery and oddness of the best European kind.
I don't care what everybody else has been saying, I love Tati, Keating and Chaplin, and I loved The Fairy. If you also love these directors then you will too. Specifically I loved the underwater dance sequence, the butch female rugby player musical sequence and the birthing scene.
But Opening Night is really all about the party and I'm pleased to say that Old Mout Cider, sponsors of the festival, were on hand with all their fancy flavours and therefore I wasn't bloated from too much beer or dry mouthed from too much wine (or risking a terrible morning after too much champagne). Andrew McClelland provided some funky beats for us all to dance to and with my trusty crew of Bacchus Marshians we took over the dance floor and danced the night away.
After being felt up by the sleezy Russian's from the MIFF trailer, taking more than enough free photo booth photos, talking to everyone I possibly could (and you think I'm talkative sober!), getting snapped by more than one photographer, receiving compliments for the dress I had only just finished making that day (one person even called it "outfit of the evening") and dancing so much I had to take my shoes off, we headed to Cherry for Soul Night where we continued to dance the night away.
I got snapped by one photographer as I was coming up the stairs at GU and it made the cut to be sent through, yay. I jumped a little as the flash went off because I was intently looking at someone I thought I recognised and didn't realise he was taking the picture. He asked if I was ok and I said I was fine then he looked at the picture and went "Woah, gorgeous". His words, not mine. But I do like it. I only wish I had a picture of my dress to show y'all.
Film total so far
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