Jarren and I are currently sitting on a coach bus with about 50 strangers, on our way to East Hampton to attend this year’s Hamptons Film Festival. I’m on the documentary jury, and Jarren is coming along for what should be a nice long weekend of film, friends, and focaccia (I needed one more “f”).
Apparently, wireless Internet on the Hampton Jitney (translation: big coach bus you ride for two hours between New York and the Hamptons) is a recent development. It sorta almost makes up for the incredibly long travel day we’ve had (by the time we reach the Hamptons, we’re looking at 10 hours from door to door). I’ve had trips to Europe take less time. But, from what I hear, it will be worth it. I’ve never been to the Hamptons, and don’t know why I ever would. Until this weekend. Plus, I’m really anxious to see the films in the documentary competition. There are five features, and I haven’t seen any of them. Three are world premieres.
The documentary feature competition includes: Marshall Fine’s Rex Reed biography Do You Sleep in the Nude?, Steven-Charles Jaffe’s cartoonist portrait Gahan Wilson: Born Dead, Still Weird, Matthew Galkin’s animal-rights expose I am an Animal: The Story of Ingrid Newkirk and PETA, Bettina Blumner’s German youth examination Pool Of Princesses, and Greg Whiteley’s debate-team doc Resolved. As usual, since I’m on the jury, don’t expect much of my thoughts on these films. But I hope to catch others, while exploring this fest.
We’re an hour into the drive. Jarren’s asleep. We’re stopping at a Starbuck’s for the West Hampton passengers.