Desde el interior de la oficina no podemos verla, pero desde ayer, las puertas de nuestra sede tienen ya la nueva imagen del 6to Festival, el color oficial que acompaña al cabrito de este año: negro.
Nos quedan sólo unas semanas para empezar, bueno, eso de empezar es un decir, porque desde que nació el Festival nunca hemos parado de trabajar en él. Estamos ansiosos, como cada año, ¡por iniciar la fiesta!

otro año

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Now they must be viewed. All of them. Despite the skepticals, we must see them all. It’s an odd sensation. All these deeveedee’s and boxes… IN this “escalatable” mountain of envelopes and bags, IS the entire Festival… like Mozart with the notes: “The notes (the films) are all there… just have to put them in the right order.” Now, a gratuitous, second and rather nerdy metaphore: As the neutrinos… it’s a mystery where they are exactly (the films), but they HAVE to be there.

Am I in a privileged position? Yes… indeed I am. And it’s only thanks to you filmmaker, residing in the five continents at the same time. In reciprocity, I shall try fiercely to make you feel equally fortunate. To all: thank you for your participation. Good luck!

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It’s over now. The first stage of the Monterrey International Film Festival has concluded with a huge pile of packets that have arrived from the five continents. From all the courier service companies. All of them. Nepal, Colima, Argentina, Mexico, Indonesia, Portugal, Saltillo, Ethiopia, South Corea, San Nicolás de los Garza… you name it! I try to imagine the traffic that any Film Festival generates in the world… this process of sending your film, expensive or low budget, to a Festival near home or one very far away from it. It’s the first step to an honest yet sophisticated understanding between different and distant cultures… or between two identical cultures in the same coordenates… or between a person and itself.

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Nineteen hundred hours, Friday, May 28th, 2010. Call for entries closure. As is natural, more than one distracted local filmmaker runs at 250 km/h dodging cars in the middle of Monterrey downtown, calling the Programmer to beg for a forty-second extension of the call for entries. Granted. The enthusiast film buff gets here, sweating, and with a very solid non-verbal ethic question: “You wouldn’t have the heart to not select my film after running this much to give it to you more-or-less on time… would you?”

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