This year’s AFI Fest (“presented by AUDI,” as the literature keeps reminding us to call it) has felt something like a non-event so far this year. I can’t put my finger on why, other than the usual sense of been there, done that as it pertains to films seeing their North American premieres.
I’ve skipped a number of Galas and parties already. What can possibly be gleaned over a few hors d’oeuvres and some white wine? I’d like to attend Friday’s premiere of “Black Swan” and give it another look, but I expect to be in a car on the way to some seclusion with my fiancee this weekend as we quietly celebrate our birthdays (hers Friday, mine Monday) away from our separate frays in Los Angeles and San Francisco.
But when I picked up my credentials Saturday over at the Roosevelt Hotel, I offered a quick glance at the schedule and decided to watch something for me (which, clearly by these words, has become “for work,” but it didn’t feel that way at the time, and that’s a welcome departure this time of year).
In case you didn’t know, director David Lynch was