Another Catastrophe

Ironically, the most fantastical aspect of our trip was when we tried to leave. As Ajia and I left, fully confident that we could be back in Valencia by three, as we needed to be, we walked in the direction of where our memories told us I had left my car. And as we checked each street between Highland and Cahuenga, Franklin and Hollywood, twice, it was obvious that something was not right. So we rechecked our memories and our steps again, feeling as if we had collectively gone crazy. Finally finding it at least an hour later, a block farther up a hill than we remembered, we left with a far more concrete fantastical catastrophic experience than is possible to ever concoct in film. That is not to say that the films in the exhibition were average or underwhelming, because they were very interesting and imaginative and entertaining, even if one of them was, in my opinion, more of an experiment in experimental animation than a cohesive short. But maybe that is how it was supposed to feel.