At film festivals worth their metaphorical salt (or just the free labor the volunteers put into them), there is too much to see, too much to do. Your existential clock gets real prominent: time is going to run out and you’ll inevitably have missed most of the fun. You try to make four screenings a day but make three if you’re lucky and two if you’re acting like a relatively normal human, one who tries to consume food at a pace that doesn’t upset the stomach. That 10 am panel sounds real promising until you get wasted the night before […]