Post-skate post-mortem

I am pleased to report that the reading of Xanadu went extremely well. Songs were sung at the top of lungs, sparklers were ignited, bubbles were blown, glow-sticks were waved, and nobody toppled over on rollerskates.

Like all good bad film readings, there was the obligatory moment where someone loses it onstage -- Luke Hatton, of all people! A consummate professional! -- but man, we had it coming. The minute I spoke the line "I come from Mount Helikon!" I thought to myself, "Jesus, this movie is f***ked up." I suspect Luke (and the audience) had a similar epiphany.

Anyway, kudos to the cast: Noelle, Sandy, Bill, Luke, and Phil (also the director) for doing a bang-up job of opening the festival.

Join us next week for DreamQuest. If you dare. In the immortal words of last night's trailer, "This film is rated X. ... BECAUSE IT'S A PORNO."