Crasshole here, reporting from the first full day of the PornFilmFestival Berlin. In what one could call the wee morning hours of a four-and-a-half day festival, though, there’s not much yet to report.
The internationals and festival regulars have all begun milling around and in front of Moviemento, gossiping about film and getting reacquainted with one another. The lines in front of the Kasse are a veritable meet-and-greet as you stand there waiting to collect your tickets for the following day. And the eternal decision is whether to go through the lobby or around through the lounge to get the bathroom. At least they have bathrooms this year. It beats the festivalgoers having to nervously go step into the family-run Spielkneipe next door last year.
Everyone showed up today relatively shiny despite a trek to the newly refurbished Ficken3000 last night for the festival lounge. Alas, no porn broke out there that I witnessed.
So now it just leaves the films. Sherad Anthony Sanchez’s excellent Jungle Love is another in PornFilmFestival entries from the Philippines – following last year’s mindblowing (and my personal fave) Mondo Manila. There’s not much to say other than there seems to be a knack among Filipino filmmakers for being able to cram so many cinematic techniques into one film without making it feel like sensory overload. Here’s to more of the Filipino New Wave – a movement that director Sanchez himself denies exists.
The second film was the “Experimental Porn Shorts” programme. I actually love the shorts selection at the festival as the programming is so diverse there’s something for everyone. But with multiple breaks for Q&As, getting out, as a friend of mine said, feels like “Woo-hoo! School’s out!” And then we go outside and gossip about our classmates.
One film in particular stood out (although there were so many good ones, it’s a shame I can’t mention them all) – and that was Nicolaas Schmidt’s “Break”: a 13-minute short of two side-by-side walls with images projected onto them. The images were either ocean waves or Instagrammed (bear with me, this did NOT turn out as hipster-ish as it sounds) photos of happy, mostly beautiful couples, whose kissing and cuddling eventually turned into full-on hardcore penetration. All the while (for the whole 13 minutes, mind you), a slowed-down version of “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” played to the images. I felt confused, I felt angry, at one point, the combination made me feel physically ill: all good signs that this was THE one. It was confirmed during the Q&A when the awkward director stood in front of the audience to field thoughtful questions from programmer Jochen Werner. Schmidt proceeded to tell us that the whole thing was a love story. God, I love truly fucked-up people.
Here’s to encountering more in the next few days!