So yesterday was my VERY LAST DAY at the Fargo Theatre as an employee. And that celebration I was talking about? Turned out it was me, eating burritos and watching Erik the Viking on my laptop in bed.

Not the worst way to celebrate I suppose.

The two Terry’s from the Pythons have both done some directing since the team split up, but I’m not certain which one I would call the more successful. Gilliam has of course Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) and Brazil (1985), whereas Jones has Erik the Viking (1989)… yeah okay. Nevermind.

Just finished watching Lolita (1962) by Stanley Kubrick. It’s been sitting on my shelf from Netflix for a few months, along with Sleeper (1973) by Woody Allen, and thought I should knock those two off. Lo was very good, though even without having read the original source material, I can see the finger prints from the grubby mits of the pious and profane censors.

And I don’t want to forget to mention how much Peter Sellers kills in this movie.

I’ve never seen the 1997 version with Jeremy Irons, and I’m not sure when I’ll get around to it. I like seeing multiple versions of a film, but I usually try to space it out a bit. I watched the recent version of Solaris only last winter, and I’m still not ready to see the original.

My last shift at the Fargo Theatre is coming up this Saturday. It ends at 7pm. I won’t cry, but I may go and “celebrate”. Who’s with me?

As you glance over to the right of the screen, you should see the new poster for Fur Love of the Game, designed by the brilliant Adam Turman.

The movie was created by our team, Zirkus Technik, for Fargo’s 48 Hour Film Contest this year. The plot revolves around a campus club olympics being held at North Dakota State School of Animal Husbandry and Veterinary Science (NDSSAHVS for short). A pair of star-crossed lovers, one a campus security guard, the other a furry with a particular fetish for Panda bears, must deal with the strained relations between their two worlds.

Greg, Mike and I had long wanted to incorporate furries into a production of ours. The siren call of those plush covered sexual deviants (not to be confused of course with Plushies, a separate sub-culture in the mammalia genre), proved too great a song on this turn.

The greatest news that came today was of a co-worker of mine taking my Saturday shift at the Fargo Theatre, allowing me to attend the Free Range Film Festival in Duluth, where Fur Love will screen as well as a number of other films my friends and I are attached to. And the chance to watch movies in a barn? Who could pass that up?

-T