One of my favourite things in life is to lose myself to cinema. I love sitting in the dark theatre, putting my feet up on the seat in front (I know, bad…), indulging in a large overpriced popcorn with some maltesers thrown in for a sweet surprise (that I always try to finish by myself, and sometimes I do), and experiencing another life as expressed by so many different people to become one cohesive labour of love. I love movies. I love the lone time. I love the darkness. I love the smells. I love the focused experience even when you’re there with someone else. And I love that it’s Vancouver International Film Festival time.
I’ve come across 46 films I would love to see. Of course, I will only get to see a few. I am hoping for a dozen. Still a worthy attempt. This is one of the films I hope to catch, Grandma Lo-fi: The Basement Tapes of Sigrídur Níelsdóttir.