|Owen Egerton once again killed as the over the|
top laugh out loud funny host of the evening
I wasn't able to pull the same magic where the powers-that-be let me shoot from the official photo pit. As such some of the footage isn't as strong. But I still managed to catch a few magic moments. All the pics below are mine - video courtesy of the festival's professionals. More pictures may follow - haven't finished culling through everything yet. You should be able to click on the photos for a higher resolution view.
|The crowd waiting for things to get real|
|Each pair of fighters made their entrance to pounding music running|
down the stairs, through a cloud of smoke and into the gy
Next up was the most discussed fight of the evening. The topic was, if I recall correctly, arguments for and against the position "Mumblecore is cat shit." With Badass Digest film critic Devin Faraci taking on the mumblecore film maker Joe Swanberg. Indiewire has a nice summary of the proceedings that's worth reading. In short they argued with more venom than one often sees in these debates, and then Swanberg proceeded to smack Faraci around with complete impunity. Both presented entertaining arguments, and at a genre film festival Faraci had the crowd with him. But personally even if I don't love every film Swanberg made I was on his side for most of his points. Clearly there was a bit of latent tension between these guys - and it came out in the ring. Wouldn't have wanted to be Faraci but the battle did make for an entertaining evening. And you've got to really respect Swanberg for coming out to face a large, drunken group who are clearly not entirely his crowd.
|Devin's crew leading him in through the smoke|
|Devin making his entrance into the gym|
|Swanberg getting ready to rumble|
|The debating portion of the affair|
|An early point in the fight before Devin thought better of skipping protective headgear|
|The headgear was a good idea - but didn't slow down Swanberg|
much in his effort to knock Devin down as many times as possible (or so it seemed)
|A victory lap for Swanberg|