Caught on Tape

As of late, my roomie dearest and I have been attending the film screenings for the upcoming Mississauga Independent Film Festival. This is what I have learned:

I do not get short film.

I sit in my seat, eyes fixated on the screen (mostly) with a quizzical look on my face. This quizzical expression screams out what is being repeated in my head "W...T....F...."

The most recent screening we went to, in which the theme was Funny, had a myriad of short films that left me stumped. True, I did find them funny and amusing, but it was more or less because I was a bit confused. I had missed the point of these films, and much to my relief, so had my roomie. Phew....

The highlight for me of the selection of the evening was a short called "Robo-Jew." Yes, that's right, Robo-Jew. I'll let your imagination work on that for a moment. Tick, tick, tick...time is up. What do you think it's about? A giant Jewish robot??? Why, yes, then, you are correct. The basis of this flick is that a giant sized Nazi woman is stomping all over the city, destroying people with her Nazi hating laser gaze and striking fists. The people are running around the streets, scared and screaming. A young Jewish man is seen, praying for someone to come and help them. Then duh-duh-duh-duuuuuhh, Robo-Jew hears the call and comes to the rescue! He rids her with his Star of David weapon and saves the day! Yay for Robo-Jew!!!

I honestly did not know if somewhere in there someone out there should be offended or not. I guess I should say no, since after all, I keep an action figure Jesus in the living room for my sheer amusement.

When the film was done, Jen and I turned to each other, baffled, we both opened our mouths to say something, but found ourselves speechless. Then we burst out laughing.

We had a similar reaction to the rest of the films that night. Hmmm....Maybe I need to introduce myself to these film making people and ask them if they can provide a Coles Notes booklet to me so I can get a little better direction. That's not too much to ask, is it?

I suppose the important thing is that I thought they were funny. So in essence, they served their purpose. Well done, film makers, well done!

The Subway: It just seems like the thing to write about

I know what I might sound like. A little snotty, a little judgemental. But honestly, I think you will agree.

I am continually horrified by the way some women sit on the subway. I'm all for being comfortable, and understand the notion of relaxing a bit after a gruelling day in the office, or suffering from the morning sleepies.

But, Ladies.

When you are wearing a skirt, sit with your legs closed. I don't care how tired you are. I don't care what your day was like. Close them up. No one needs to see up there.

I hate to think that I randomly notice, and then quickly avert my eyes elsewhere. But I hate to think even more of pervy guys who notice, and then slouch down in their seats a bit more to get a better view. Who wants to expose themselves like that? And I mean that both literally and figuratively.

Gah!!! And while I am going to sound terribly judgey again - I think the bit that really gets me about these peepshow women on the subway, is that they are usually dressed in their nice business attire and look like classy women. Women who would be classy enough and smart enough to sit in that polite fashion with their knees together and their ankles crossed.

I don't know. Perhaps I just live in a different world. Maybe it's a big city thing to flash your va-jay-jay around and I just didn't get the memo.

Now that I think about it....I hope I don't ever get that memo :S