B-FEST 2024: Just remember - don't do drugs, because B-Fest may just rip your face off
I've chosen to primarily nerd out about music on this here blog. But once a year, I channel my energies into an annual celebration of bad and weird cinema at B-Fest, a 24+-hour B-movie marathon that I've been attending almost continually since 2004. The event happens in the Norris student center on the Northwestern University campus and draws basically a small self-selecting group of weirdos who think it's fun to watch weird movies in a group setting. I try to compile my thoughts and recollections. Lest anyone think that the fact that I'm not actually much of a movie person could lead me to not take this event seriously, I'll note that I was at a meeting in Colorado that I only signed up to go to once clear that it wouldn't conflict with B-Fest, and I got up at 0545 missing the last few talks on Fri morning specifically so I could go to B-Fest. And further, when my flight from Denver was delayed six hours such that I'd miss the first few hours of ...