After a long and laborious 24 hours with plenty of films to watch on a screen that wouldn't be fit for a convict travelling to Van Diemond's Land and the sound that was equivalent to that from a broken transistor radio, we finally made it to Clermont-Ferrand. Thank you Qantas for flying me safely from Melbourne to Paris but please don't put me on an Air France flight for 14 hours on my return. My backside is still recovering from multiple lashings of pins and needles and I fear my coccyx will be smashed to smithereens if I'm wedged between two obese weightlifters from Nord-Pas-de-Calais again!
Clermont-Ferrand, one of the oldest cities in France and surrounded by a chain of volcanoes is host to one of the worlds leading international festivals for short films, the Festival du Court Metrage de Clermont-Ferrand, in which our short film, ‘Tethered’ screened last night in front of a packed house and was warmly received. ‘Tethered’ will be screening six more times over the next week. A mental note to myself, “When in France, films that are Non-French speaking tend to be sub-titled in French!” Apologies to the Algerian and Egyptian filmmakers whose films were screened in the same block as, ‘Tethered’. Your films looked fantastic but I struggled to grasp what was happening. I promise I will work on my French over the remainder of my trip so as I can offer a little more to this fine culture than, “Deux bieres, s’il vous plait”.