Last night’s Atlantic Film Fest was an odd affair, but definitely memorable. You still had your sparkle-gowned ladies and skinny-suited men, but they were eating chips under the halo glow of trailer lights. Some looked confused; others, relieved to be let loose in an arena (someone suggested a few were helped by cocaine, but I know that doesn’t happen in Halifax, right?), and the familiar smells of ice, zamboni trails and male musk. I agree with my blogging peeps Carsten and Hillary that the removal of the VIP area was really great, in terms of seeing more people and making
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Atlantic Film Festival opening gala promises you Bubbles
Looking for something in between fancy and ridiculous to do tonight? I’d suggest the Atlantic Film Festival opening gala. I’m just going to pull the info directly from the press releases, because sometimes they say it best: “The Metro Centre will be turned into the city’s biggest celebration of the World Premiere of Trailer Park […]