It is 10 in the morning when I arrive at the Wilma for the first full day of films at the Big Sky Documentary Film Festival. I'm a bit bleary from the opening night party where wine flowed freely like the river outside.
There is something special about giving in to the gravity of the Film Fest…letting it carry me from film to film all week long, good film or bad film I care only a little, relinquishing control I am sure I'll find a vantage point to see just about anything.
One of the things I like best about the Film Fest is the variety of documentaries. It is like looking at the world from all manner of eyeballs. In one morning, I have seen the world through the view of a post-genocide-Rwandan-women's-drumming-troupe who introduce to their home, for the first time ever, ice-cream! (I feel inspired). I am an Eider duck who depends on the ice and water of the Hudson Bay, as well as, the extremely crafty Inuits who've evolved as much as the ducks to live in that ecosystem (I'm in awe). No shit! In Tajikistan hundreds of men on horse back attempt to grab a dead goat by the leg and score goals!? (mouth hangs open).
There is so much to learn here and it is the first day. I am bit overwhelmed. Will any of it stay with me by the end of the festival? Regardless, I look forward to being receptive to stories from all over the world, and perhaps on my sleepy-eyed perch I'll learn something that wakes me up.
The Big Sky Documentary Film Festival continues through Sunday, February 24. Get out and see some documentary films!