The Göteborg Film Festival is over and life is slowly returning to normal. As usual I’ve worked at the festival as a projectionist (my 21st consecutive year at the Draken Cinema), screening films day and night, and the first few days after each festival are always a blur. First of all, I’ve had way too little sleep so my brain is not working at full speed. Second, the festival itself imposes a mental and physical routine that takes a few days to break. A day at the festival is divided into shows starting at certain times so everything I do is based on these fixed points in time; when I eat, when I have coffee, when I do anything but the screening itself.
And I’m not there yet. The last show was at 9 p.m. last night and mentally I’m still in the projection booth. I have still to say more than “hi” to my family, and I have no idea of what’s been going on in the outside world, other than what I’ve learned through the Internet.
I expect the same to be true for many of my colleagues and probably quite a few festival visitors. The difference between me and most of them is that I don’t watch films, I just screen them. The vast majority of the others visit and work at the festival because they love watching films. They see several of those every day, for 11 straight days, and then discuss them between themselves, finding new angles, new interpretations.
And sometimes they ask me about the films. Did I see anything good? Was the festival a success? Was this or that actor in film xyz? Etc. And I always tell them that I have no idea, that I didn’t see a single film, that I don’t care about what I show, just that it’s shown as well as possible. I’m not there for the films, I’m there for the projection. It’s a film projection marathon and I like the challenge. And every time, they are mystified. They look at me in disbelief, wondering why, wondering how I can spend 11 days in a dark projection booth, screening 60 shows without being interested in what I show.
It’s the work itself, people. It’s the technology, the projectors and the sound systems, but it’s also the art, the show itself, with curtains and lights and magic; and it’s the craftsmanship, inspecting film prints and handling the various requirements that together result in a successful show.
I explain this to people and they nod as if finally understanding… until the next time around, the next year and the next festival.
So yes, there might have been a few good films this year but I don’t know that, and I really don’t care. Was the festival successful? Yes, my screenings went well, all of them.
See you next year.
