Dear J,
I was glad to run into you at Delphi Filmpalast (a magnificent theater) on the second to last night of Berlinale. Knowing you and your passion for cinema to the extent that I do, I wasn’t totally surprised but amazed nonetheless that you had watched close to 40 films, with one day left to go, during your first ever Berlinale. I ran into you three times during the festival and each time I could tell just how stoked you were to be here and that you wanted to make the most out of every second by seeing as much as you could.
On my first trip to Berlinale 13 years ago, I had only seen 14 films, most of which are covered in this report for Senses of Cinema, one of my first published works of film criticism. Re-reading this report today, I’m surprised I had seen so few films on my first trip; this year I watched 20, which still didn’t feel like a sufficient number. (I think the most I’ve ever seen was was in 2009, when I reviewed 30 films [part 1/part 2/part 3] for Mubi, back when it was called The Auteurs). Despite how relatively few films I saw in 2004, reading that report makes it clear that it was my favorite experience of Berlinale and will probably always be. This year was, at least until the last day or so, my least fulfilling experience, one that had me wondering what festivals mean to me at this point.
I really envy that younger version of myself in that 2004 report who threw himself fully into the experience and came away with so many rich encounters with films and filmmakers alike. With all the cultural negotiations and re-contextualizations that took place over each film discussion, it becomes clear that the social experience of analyzing movies, as reflected in my first festival coverage, was as meaningful for me as watching the films. So perhaps this first report was an unintentional blueprint for the kind of filmmaking I’ve engaged in since.
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