This weekend, True/False's mark was branded on nearly every window and downtown Columbia was deluged with movie fans, walking in animated clusters as they discussed films that took them to South Africa, Sweden, Peru and beyond. At each movie venue, volunteers dressed up in outrageous garb -- like the chick in the electric blue wig, black corset dress and fishnet tights -- corralled long lines of ticket seekers. In between, along the sidewalks, musicians kept the atmosphere festive with tunes played on every instrument imaginable, from slide guitar to the ukulele.
Like Sturtz told me last week,
this festival embraces its small town nature. And that was the best
part. You could wave at Sturtz as he pedaled between theaters on his
bicycle while standing in line for coffee with a filmmaker who made a
mind-blowing movie about trash pickers in Brazil. You could listen to a
pair of local musicians play an acoustic rendition of the techno hit
"Be My Lover" (hilarious), while sitting in your theater seat before a
film set in Britain. You could stop by Café Berlin to hear a crazy
quartet of musicians from Salt Lake City that use their thighs for
percussion and then, two a few blocks away, hit up a dance party at a
nightclub.
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