SIFF

So last night my family went to the Seattle International Film Festival and watched Monkey Warfare, a Canadian movie whose name is a play on guerilla warfare. It is about a disillusioned middle-aged more-than-roomates-less-than-couple Linda and Dan. Linda and Dan are too young to have been hippies, but they are on the run from the law for something they did in Vancouver. They don't have a phone, computer or car, because they have to pay for everything in cash. Their only source of income is a brisk ebay-like site buisness, essentially they are professional dumpster divers. The movie opens up with a security guard coming out to check on a noise and then getting hit with a Molotov cocktail and catching on fire. Then we cut to Linda and Dan in a restuarant trying to figure out what to toast to, becuase they aren't married, but they've been together for 15 years. We then go to them biking home on beat-up bikes with milkcrate baskets. Linda stops at one of those piles of free stuff and shows her eye for valuable garbage. A little bit later we find out that their dope dealer has been busted and they're almost out. Dan runs into the young atractive Susan at a garage sale, it turns out that Susan is a dope dealer, the movie is about them trying to figure out their relationship with her. The music is radical rock from the sixties and the camera work, sets, costumes and acting felt very real, but the editing felt a little iMovie-o-rific. The movie moved slowly, but had good pacing. It was only an hour and 15 minutes with short, credits and a featurette at the end where we, the audience, learned how to make a Molotov cocktail in French. All in all pretty good. Then my family walked around Capitol Hill, the odd mingling of clubbers with their fauxhawks and bright colors and movie geeks, still muching on leftover popcorn. Tonight we are going to watch a Cuban movie.