It's always strange looking back upon the 18 days of MIFF. There is a hyper-real quality to my memories (most likely related to sleep deprivation and the Atkins sanctioned MIFF diet) that almost feels like it is set in an alternate dimension.
After a rough day yesterday of confrontation with audience members and a set of bad films peaking with Trash Humpers I was beginning to wonder if the festival had nothing left to offer me.
