The diaries of the Fango Fantastic Fest – Day 1
Paula Luna and friend in AFTER BLUE.
Did you know there is a legal limit to how long a plane full of passengers can stay on the tarmac before the airline is forced to return to the boarding gate and remove all passengers from the plane? ‘airplane ? Yesterday, I learned that there is indeed a legal limit, and that limit is three hours. That’s why, three hours after boarding my flight to Austin for the Fantastic Fest, and sitting on the runway waiting for the weather to improve, I disembarked and ate a chicken sandwich with a side. sad, simmering knowing i was gonna miss the festival opening night movie, Titanium.
It was good. Even though I was sad to miss the Q&A with director Julia Ducournau, I had actually seen the film a month ago at a tiny press screening in New York City, after which the 81-year-old reviewer in opposite of me stood up and said, “Well, she has a very promising career in TV commercials. Suffice to say I liked the movie a lot more than she – Titanium is the craziest race to get a wide release this year, a film that skips genres while possibly making up its own, and rooting the wildest plotline in emotions that are never less than completely relatable. That’s not a review, and screenwriter Lisa Dreyer covered the details of the film better than I did in FANGORIA issue 13. days until I can see him again.
Anyway, an hour after my sad chicken sandwich, once I got back on the plane (full, I have to say, of the coldest, craziest passenger crowd I’ve ever seen, shouts at Philly) and in the air, things seemed to be going a lot faster. I was soon in Austin, checking into my Airbnb and heading to the festival to get my tickets, show my proof of vaccination, eat rice noodles, apologize to Fango dot com editor Angel Melanson, for letting her find her own way to the airport. , and take advantage of the Titanium reactions as the crowd left this theater. Turns out the questions and answers were apparently awesome; maybe someone filmed it. (/pity)
So my first Fantastic Fest movie ended After the blue (a.k.a Dirty paradise) by Bertrand Mandico. Part El Topo, part The bitter tears of Petra von Kant, lost part of the science fiction epic De Laurentiis from the 80s, After the blue is a futuristic western set on a new planet populated only by women refugees from Earth. After freeing a notorious killer named Kate Bush, a young girl named Roxy (Paula Luna) and her hairstylist mother Zora (Nadja’s Elina Löwensohn) are ordered to find Kate Bush (Agata Buzek) and kill her. They traverse a totally alien (and entirely practical, film-shot) landscape, encountering hostile, friendly, and contrived characters as they search for Kate Bush (who, by the way, is still referred to as Kate Bush – not just “Kate” or “Bush” – still Kate Bush). Even though the 130-minute running time worked against the day I had just experienced, I was nonetheless transported. Mandico’s world-building, to Cronenberg’s biological quirks ( is hair phobia a thing? Consider yourself warned), brand name guns and live cigarettes, is total. The movie had to really do an issue about the people who had just come out of Titanium.
Like I told someone a week ago, the best Fantastic Fest experiences are when you step into something cold: no biases, no preconceptions, and you receive something that you don’t. could not have imagined. After the blue was exactly that, and bodes well for this week’s festival. Maybe I would choose to watch it a little earlier in the day, or at least not immediately after nine hours of travel; on the other hand, maybe my day lent itself to an immersive, hallucinatory experience.
Tomorrow: enter Wampler.