B-FEST 2026 - Bad movies are the safest form of mind transportation
A few weeks late, but it is once again time for my increasingly out-of-place writeup of a movie festival on what is otherwise exclusively a music blog. Plan is to continue doing this every year until either I or the festival dies. Ms. Tweet and I often mockingly proclaim the internet-ism "so tired, y'all" when describing how we're doing. Well, there are some B-Fests where my main lingering impression is less the fun we had so much as the exhaustion it bore. This was kinda one of those. For the first time of which I'm aware, the festival was pushed to March, leading to some schedule scrambling. I was in the throes of a busy month that wasn't over yet in the midst of a time of great uncertainty, however much I slept it wasn't enough, and I showed up already about ready to nod off in my chair before the first movie had started. At every chance to talk to those around me between films, I was bothered by the fact that I was dazed, feeling my least in...