Quick update: guess who was denied access at tonight’s Vancouver Queer Film Festival screenings? Me? It couldn’t possibly be…oh wait, it was. Starry-eyed reporter much? You got my number. For some reason, that week I spent fighting tooth and nail for a media pass so I could cover the festival and devote my next print article to promoting queer film…well, I guess that’s not happening now. I did see this guy at Cinemark Tinseltown.
David Charlie was promoting one of the VQFF entries (Mulligans) and he was standing right beside me, listening to me explain how I was a local reporter covering the movie, please let me in so I can review, look at my media pass, etc. to the well-meaning VQFF staff…but alas, to no avail. He then got to witness my eventual Mariah Carey-inspired meltdown. If I wasn’t so angry, I would’ve asked him for a ticket/what his thoughts were about the movie he was starring in but I wasn’t going to get to see.
In hindsight, I should have stripped down to my manties and passed out popsicles to the crowd. That Mariah. Is there anything she can’t do?
Okay enough. The Olympics are on.
Newflash: Canadians are hot.
Take Adam Van Koeverden. His semi’s were fierce and in light of my VQFF “experience” tonight, I also had the pleasure of watching him in the finals instead of watching queer film.
Another homofication candidate if I’ve ever seen one.
Adam placed 7th and I was happy to watch him doing it:
Listen, Not For Public Use…Quit bossing me…or else
Seriously – is there something in the water up here or what?
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