Oh my God if I see one more film my head might explode.

There's a whole week left of the godforsaken festival, bless its cotton socks, I've loved almost every minute of it. HOWEVER:

Please no more sandwiches for dinner.
Please allow me to excercise my limbs in daylight hours.
Please no more cold home-made pasta in a tub eaten clandestinely under cover of darkness.
Please enough with the smell of popcorn.
Please never show me the friggin telstra ad again with the dog going for the walk.
Please just take all the seats out of Greater Union and let us sit on the floor. Heaps more comfortable and much less chance of accidentally sitting on the knee of the person next to you.
Please no more fun invitations to do exciting things from lovely friends which would involve actually going outside.
Please can we reschedule my birthday?

By the way, in case you're wondering what ELSE is going on, the films have been good/middling/excellent. I miss the Asian focus from last year, I realise, with the hilarious and gorgeous Japanese and Korean films. However, saw an Australian documentary about Kenja yesterday that was worth the Greater Union seats. Starting to think the docos are the highlight this year. Also liked Sicko, which was very Mike Moore but somehow he's now using that to his advantage. Plus, you know, he's no fool, and he's very good at what he does. Makes you want to move to France, too, which should piss off all the right people in America.

More updates on films as soon as I figure out what I've seen.