Sssshhhh! It’s a secret. — Anniversary Post

I only wrote two posts for SIFF 2016: the one below, and my highlights post, which is the only one that includes information about the films I saw. The reason I decided to repost this one is because it’s unlike any other post I wrote about the festival. More of an exercise in writing style than a substantive article.

SIFF 2016 was notable for two reasons. One was the best trailer SIFF’s put together in all the festivals I’ve attended (which you can see if you click on the link above). The second (which we didn’t know at the time) was that it was Carl Spence’s last festival as Artistic Director, which means it also was his last year as programmer of the Secret Festival. Sadly, I missed Secret #3 due to illness — which, of course, was supposedly the best of the bunch. And no, I still can’t tell you what I saw. ūüôā

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Secret Festival. None dare speak of what goes on within this four-day festival-within-a-festival. Those who mention the creations which screen in shadow are never heard from again. What happens in the dark stays in the dark.

This year I shall be attending this adumbral ritual. I can never disclose the names of the films I see; they are referred to in the guide as Secret 1, Secret 2, Secret 3,  and Secret 4. Within this hidden world I may find a masterpiece, or a film unworthy to be called a film.  No plots revealed, cast lists mentioned, or directors lauded. Just generic praise, or generic cursing. Unless my transmissions cease. Then you shall know I am among the damned.

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Sssshhhh! It’s a secret.

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Secret Festival. None dare speak of what goes on within this four-day festival-within-a-festival. Those who mention the creations which screen in shadow are never heard from again. What happens in the dark stays in the dark.

This year I shall be attending this adumbral ritual. I can never disclose the names of the films I see; they are referred to in the guide as Secret 1, Secret 2, Secret 3,  and Secret 4. Within this hidden world I may find a masterpiece, or a film unworthy to be called a film.  No plots revealed, cast lists mentioned, or directors lauded. Just generic praise, or generic cursing. Unless my transmissions cease. Then you shall know I am among the damned.

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