When I realized we would be in San Sebastian during the film festival,
part of me was worried that the film crowd would take over the
restaurants and the beach, and part of me was excited to see American
celebrities, and go to some really cool parties/movies. I had heard
Julia Roberts was in town for Eat, Pray, Love, and although I'm not a
huge fan, it would still be cool to catch a glimpse of her at a
red-carpet event or something.

At the very least, I was curious to see how the festival would affect
our time in San Sebastian, but in reality it has been pretty
unobtrusive. In fact, if I didn't already know it was here I never
would have guessed there was a festival in town. The beaches and
restaurants are pretty empty (except for the rich and elderly that
normally frequent the city) and we've had plenty of space on the beach
and in the stores. Either film-goers are an introverted bunch, or film
festivals aren't as "big" as I assumed them to be.

Last night, we decided to walk over and check out the area, and found
out it only cost 7 euros to go see a movie. This was so cheap that we
bought tickets to see an independent German documentary with English
and Spanish subtitles about Catholic church goers. It was absolutely
hilariously atrocious. Hand-held camera, the lack of explanation or
transitions, long periods of silence, and seemingly no point or
purpose. I am sort of surprised we sat through the whole thing.

I thought I was pretty "into" film, but I'm realizing that I am more
of a casual film goer. There are people here who sit through 10 hours
of these films each day . . . I can't even imagine being that
interested in some of the weird and pretentious stuff people are
doing. If half are even half as bad as the one Dan and I saw last
night, it would be a LONG week.