well - votes are beginning for "worst film of the festival"... my first nomination is Buried by Kathryn Bucher. Amongst the accolades recorded on the film festival site for this picture are "fascinating, subtle and reminiscent of David Lynch". To that I might say that my submission reads as follows "overlong (at 48 minutes), sophomoric, self indulgent and reminiscent of the worst tragedies perpetrated by film students everywhere with too much time, an 8mm camera and no tripod". Filled with meaningless exposition, a fractured (if even present) narrative and acting from the "intense gaze portraying hidden emotion" school, Buried sinks its viewers into a constant state of trying to second guess the filmmaker :"is she going to have another handheld sky shot? will there be more pointless banjo music? is it really possible to mime playing a harmonica THAT badly? Just where the hell is this supposed to be going anyway?".

Constant refreshing distractions were caused by people leaving the cinema in droves. My two reasons for remaining in the theatre throughout this picture were the relative temperature outside and the slight difficulty of extricating myself from the middle of the row.

And don't even ask me about the script.

Kathryn Bucher, you're on The List.