The problem I have with volunteers is that they have pure good intentions, but when it comes to getting things done, they would probably have trouble tying their shoes. Yes, the Busan Film Festival was great. We saw some fantastic films, but it was a day that began at 5-something A.M. and didn't end until 24 hours later.

I woke up Saturday morning on a Ferry that I had been pretty convinced was going to capsize in the middle of the night. Not only that, but I thought I had dreamt the fact that we took an 11 hour ride through the East Sea to Busan. The only proper thing to do was to have a crazy dance party to wake ourselves up while we distracted ourselves from the sound of Kate gagging in the bathroom from the ungodly smell that was the toilet.

On the whole, Korea is up much earlier than America, yet whatever they get up for they apparently don't need coffee or baked goods. I'll never understand why coffee shops and bakeries aren't open in the mornings here. I guess kimchi is all the kick these people need to start the day off right. Not me, I prefer a chocolate croissant and coffee imported from exploited Columbian peasants... it's so much better when you can smell the injustice.

The films we saw were: Dasepo Naughty Girl, Holly, Elementary Particles, and The Optimists.

I highly suggest checking all of them out. Each film was good, though Naughty Girl had to be appreciated as a self-mocking comic-based attempt at too much within too little time. Hands down, my favorite was Elementary Particles. It's a German film about two half-brothers and their love lives that direct outwards in completely different paths. It's really good. Find it and rent it.

After the our last movie, The Optimists(which was extremely funny and dark, so dark in fact that the Serbian director found subtle humor in the defrauding of dying people to cure their illnesses. All to sad to find funny, but I still laughed), we felt like checking into a motel and passing out, but our friends convinced Kate, Lauryn and I to drop our packs at their motel and go to a Rave on the beach.

The rave cost 25 bucks, but they served 2 dollar Guiness, had a couple of amazing DJs, and enough laser lighting to be a Star Wars set. I elbowed a midget in the head while dancing, but she ran away before I could apologize. I'd say it was a pretty cool scene, but I'm not sure it's appropriate to call it a "Rave". I'll have to check with the Oxford English Dictionary, but I'm almost positive a Rave is defined by "excessive lasers lights, rhythms, drugs and glowsticks."

This is the bus outside the entrance.













The inside scene.