After spending Saturday night and a few hours of Sunday morning boogying, this afternoon was spent catching up on some shut-eye. What had already been a perfect Sunday, was concluded so sweetly by a little culture infusion. My lovely friend Chelsea invited me to a short film festival on the bowling green in Muizenberg this evening. Unfortunately, the Cape Town winds came out to play, and the picnic was brought indoors. With many more supporters that even we expected, we found ourselves curled up on a picnic blanket on the floor of the clubhouse. Grumpy kids moaned, and pins-and-needles caused lots of fidgeting, but with free popcorn and mini juice boxes in-hand, we were happy little clams. If the delicious treats weren't enough, the visual delights certainly made up for it. We watched eight short films all together, one South African, and the rest hailing from all corners of the globe. What made them all the more special, was watching the organiser of the event's passion and sheer joy as she introduced each piece over the microphone. As we wandered out after the show, I caught a glimpse of her chatting to a friend, tears filling her eyes from the joy of the entire event. Now that is beautiful!
All of the films were beautiful and interesting in their own way, but I think my favourite by far was 'The Fantastic flying books of Mr. Morris Lessmore'. When introducing the film, the organiser read out this short summary: "Inspired, in equal measures, by Hurricane Katrina, Buster Keaton, The Wizard of Oz, and a love for books, The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore is a poignant, humorous allegory about the curative powers of story. Of how we give our lives to books, and they do the same in
return."
Apart from being such a beautiful story, the animation is so beautiful. Take a look at that library and just try to tell me you don't wish that was an extension of your bedroom. Thank you Chels for inviting me and ending off my weekend so prettily.
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