Death goes to the Sea to Sky Film Festival.

Death screened at The Sea to Sky Film Festival a couple of weeks ago and I asked Colin (Death himself) to write a few words about it (he was the only person from the film who attended). I think I should let everyone know that Colin is English/Canadian (not handicapped) and that's why he adds extras "U's" to words like color and honor and mispells center and theater. Here's whaut he had to say:

The first question that Erik asked when he found out that TDOTG had been accepted into the Sea to Sky Film Festival in Squamish was…… Where in the hell is Squamish!

Well, if you want to know where in the hell anything is… you ask Death!

Squamish, dear bloggers is a fast-growing community located one hour north of Vancouver in British Columbia. Previously named Newport, Squamish is the European pronunciation of Skwxwú7mesh, which comes from the local First Nations people and translates as "people of great drinking water”.

The town of 16,000 people has expanded from its roots as a forestry and industry town into one of western Canada's top outdoor recreation centres. Now Erik may not know where Squamish is but wanna know who does…… Jon Bon Jovi. The New Jersey born hair rocker named one of his hit albums ‘Slippery When Wet’ in 1986 after he had travelled on the highway from Vancouver to Whistler (which passes through Squamish) and noticed that there where many signs bearing the term ‘Slippery When Wet,’ and took a liking to the phrase.

I arrived at the festival and must admit that I almost immediately became worried. Five minutes before the festival was due to start and there were only about 15 people there! Luckily, with seconds to spare, people from far and wide came out of the woodwork and filled the Theatre.

I was very impressed with the quality of the other films that made up the festival and felt very honoured that our own film was chosen. There where entries from Montreal, Toronto, LA, Israel, France and Brazil. I told Erik that there where Brazilian filmmakers there and he got a strange look on his face and asked “How many is in a Brazilian?” Still, what do you expect, he’s American.

I originally planned to split after our film was shown and take a climb up the nearby Stawamus Chief, a massive cliff-faced granite massif favoured by rock climbers, but the films where so good I decided to stay.

Death got a great reception from the extremely eclectic audience and everybody was very complimentary after the show. Unfortunately, we where just nudged out of the winning spot by ‘Super-Anon’, a great little film about a support group for family relatives of superheroes.

After a short drink (or 12) at the after-party (woop-woop) with the other filmmakers, it was time to drive home. I’d like to thank Adriane Polo for all her hospitality at the festival and look forward to blogging again soon when I have something to blog about.

This is D…… and I’m outtie.