(In a nutshell … Two guys scour garage sales and second-hand stores for discarded VHS tapes, and then edit their finds together into an annual feature-length film.)
My friend Laurice discovered the FFF last year. She described it as “hilarious” and “disturbing” in equal measures. I was sorry to have missed it.
But fate intervened last weekend.
As I was preparing for an event at The Heights theater, I saw that the FFF would be there the very next day. I bought four tickets on the spot and left a voicemail for Laurice and her husband, Darren. “Esteban and I are going. Want to join us?”
The rest is history. Esteban, Darren, Laurice and I spent the evening either laughing until we were hoarse or recoiling in horror. Sometimes at the same time.
There were plenty of memorable moments. But my favorite was Petpourri, a twisted cable-access show in which the host takes calls from viewers while leaving an assorted menagerie of puppies, ferrets, kittens, turtles, macaws, monkeys, hedgehogs, lizards and fish to have unfortunate, unsupervised interactions on a tiny 4′ X 4′ table. “Hello, Humane Society?!”
I’m already looking forward to next year’s festival. And in the meantime, I’m eying those old VHS tapes in an entirely new light: I’ve always wanted to be a movie star …