I feel bad that it has taken me so long to do the write-ups, but I’ve been busy essaying for school and spraining my ankle.
My friend Jimmy and I arrived to the Exhumed Films 24-Hour Horror-thon at around 10:45, which ended up being just fine. We definitely had to wait in a long line, but it wasn’t hellish, and we managed to nab highly desirable seats (well, I considered them highly desirable at least). We were in the middle section, about 5 rows back, on the aisle. Jimmy definitely resented my insistence upon sitting in the aisle seat, but he did not realize that women pee approximately every 90 minutes, especially when downing Diet Coke and Rockstar energy drinks at a breakneck pace. No one sat next to him anyway though, so we both got to stretch out.
I was a little bit worried about what to wear since I had never been before, and there were two major factors to consider:
1. This is a big event, so people are probably going to be taking pictures. Therefore, I cannot look too shitty.
2. I need to wear clothes that are comfortable enough to snooze in if I so choose.
There are very few clothing options that fulfill both criteria, so I decided to worry less about looking good and more about being cozy. With this in mind, I chose to wear…leggings as pants.
Personally, I think the practice of wearing leggings as pants is pretty horrifying, but I decided to take advantage of the fact that this is a marginally socially acceptable practice at the moment and will probably only remain so for another year or two before people remember that it is actually only okay if you are in 1st grade. I hoped in vain that a huge truckload of people from an American Apparel ad would show up. Luckily, my leggings were black and totally opaque, so it wasn’t as much of a faux pas as it could have been.
I also wore a plaid shirt that kind of looks like a real shirt but is actually made of the same kind of fabric that long underwear is made of. Basically I showed up in glorified pajamas. I felt a little weird at first, but come 4 AM I was glad that I was not one of the seemingly endless number of girls who showed up in cute dresses, tailored coats, and knee-high boots.
The films were wonderful, and will be described in detail shortly (many with screencaps, including Raw Force, so watch out).
Jimmy and I stayed the whole time, and I slept only a short while, during City of the Walking Dead. Jimmy fell asleep at 2:45 in the afternoon on the first day during Godzilla on Monster Island, then again briefly during a couple of others. I did, however, miss parts of Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter and The Children due to breaks for food.
I also deliriously stumbled out of the theater at around 3:45 to pee, and on my way there I’m pretty sure I sleepily asked the Exhumed Films guys if they wanted help taking out the trash. What the fuck was I doing? Yes, Anne, at 3:45 in the morning these guys who are surrounded by burly bearded men are going to ask the sleepy 5’3″ girl who is not even wearing pants for help taking out the fucking trash. I guess I am just really helpful when tired.
My timing throughout the whole Horror-thon was actually incredibly bad. I really wanted to get a shirt and browse DVDs, but by the time I got out there everything had been packed up. The prints they had as part of the All the Colors of the Dark art show were absolutely wonderful, and I would have loved to maybe pick one of those up as well, but they were gone when I went to buy. Prints are kind of my thing – I was a printmaking major until I exhausted the coursework in my area of study (relief printing), and didn’t want to have to trek to Swarthmore or Penn for classes.
Naturally, when we got out the next morning, the prints were back out, but I had already used my cash on junk food. Bad choices galore.
It might have been nice to have some sort of schedule of when things were going to be sold, but I’m sure that would have been a pain. Unfortunately it seemed like in order to buy anything I would have had to leave the theater during the trailers and shorts, which I wasn’t willing to do.
The International House was a wonderful facility, and everyone working there was incredibly friendly, especially the nice cafe dude who made me a kickass breakfast sandwich and the nice front desk guy who gave a very sleepy Anne directions to the Wawa. It seems like a good place to live, and I would totally consider living there if I didn’t go to Bryn Mawr where I get to live in a castle.