The revolution of Tropfest

Tropfest, the world's biggest short film festival (or something like that) is over for another year.

And, yet again, it didn't fail to impress. Oh the wit. Oh the humour. Oh the beatboxing animals. (We'll get to that later though.)

What did you all think? Are these movies not the most amazing three minutes of your life?! Okay, so perhaps I don't have the most riveting life, but c'mon, these tidbits of comic genius (and sometimes downright depressive noir) command the same level of respect as any feature film.

I love TF time. When they release the DVD in the Sydney Morning Herald. And i'm too late and they've already sold out. So I borrow it off a friend. And lose it. Then she starts hating me.

Ahhh TF time.

Here's the 2011 winner.

And last years winner.

And even 2009's winner.

Yep, I still get the sniffles after that one.

But, see how different these all are! There is never a set genre, the filming techniques nor the actors do not matter, yet every year there is a winner that has made a film vastly different from the previous.

Can you imagine how dull life would be if Tropfest wasn't there to breathe some originality into it?

Pretty dull.

Smell ya later

x.