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Well, Willi paid for dinner since I successfully managed to go to immigration without having to come back with MORE paperwork. Of course, they did take my passport and tell me to come back in 7 business days (an allegation Willi claims is crap) but I'm confident that it won't be a huge issue.
Of course, I'll know for sure in 7 days.
I SMSed Janice and let her know that I'd come tomorrow instead of today, since I didn't end up leaving Entebbe until around 1 pm.
Willi asked me to come over to the Salvation Army even though he had to work for another 2 hours (I was finished at immigration around 3 pm). So, I boda'ed over and read my book, Emergency Sex, lent to me by Janice and incredibly good and funny.
Willi went to use the internet, came back, took a shower and we decided to hit the Amakula Kampala International Film Festival, which we'd picked up a paper for the other night.
I wasn't exactly sure what to expect (although I did wish![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reverend_dave was there to experience it).
What seemed particularly strange was that, in addition to new "indy" films made by local filmmakers, which all seemed to be in varying lengths like "3 minutes" "6 minutes" and the ever-popular ONE MINUTE SHORT (a topic which we found quite funny), there were old bizarro movies that seemed to be considered "indy" or "relevant" but I would just consider "awful"
Classic line of the night:
A lot of the "older" movies were from the 1970's too, including a movie about an evangelist who bilked and tricked his parishioners into giving him money. We were, in fact, tricked into seeing this tripe since we showed up at the theater and they were about 2 hours behind their advertised movie schedule.
We had some sodas and Willi nearly lost his wallet, but we did end up seeing this movie about a woman who "discovers herself' which basically could have been made for Lifetime Television for Women as a cautionary tale.
The seats at Plaza Theatre too were deceptively uncomfortable, and we laughed as we rearranged, sprawling this way and that, in efforts to find comfort. And, amazingly despite the FREE cost of the movies, the theaters were EMPTY.
Both of them!
I also found myself totally irked at the first movie we saw, a movie "about love" from Rwanda. I liked hearing French again, but fuck, it was basically like "Everything except total abstinence is the entire root cause of everything wrong in Rwanda."
We were surprised not to see like, a USAID endorsement at the end of the movie... but the religious beat-you-over-the-headness of it all was a bit much, even if it was in pretty French. I also felt like prostitutes' opinions were largely ignored ;) Really, they're quite a force in Rwanda, and they should have been interviewed!
Anyway, the night was fun and he dropped me at the taxi park. I'm still a question mark, but there are tentative plans for something either Wednesday (particularly seeing the short 4 minute films) or Friday, which is a public holiday.
It feels strange to be spending so much time in Kampala. I'm still wondering whether I should even tell Willi that I'll be in Kampala tomorrow night, since our fallout on Friday. I think a text message on Wednesday asking about the films is good enough.
I spend a lot of time on matatus recently too. It feels strange to be in the chimp house alone.
I have been making good friends in Entebbe too, though. Had a wonderful time at Four Turkeys last night with Blaze and Rosie and met up with Christine, Gary, Morton the Salt and Bill K. Drank too much, but what else is there for a semi-depressed lush to do?
Of course, I'll know for sure in 7 days.
I SMSed Janice and let her know that I'd come tomorrow instead of today, since I didn't end up leaving Entebbe until around 1 pm.
Willi asked me to come over to the Salvation Army even though he had to work for another 2 hours (I was finished at immigration around 3 pm). So, I boda'ed over and read my book, Emergency Sex, lent to me by Janice and incredibly good and funny.
Willi went to use the internet, came back, took a shower and we decided to hit the Amakula Kampala International Film Festival, which we'd picked up a paper for the other night.
I wasn't exactly sure what to expect (although I did wish
reverend_dave was there to experience it). What seemed particularly strange was that, in addition to new "indy" films made by local filmmakers, which all seemed to be in varying lengths like "3 minutes" "6 minutes" and the ever-popular ONE MINUTE SHORT (a topic which we found quite funny), there were old bizarro movies that seemed to be considered "indy" or "relevant" but I would just consider "awful"
Classic line of the night:
Me: Are you sad that we didn't go see Mission Impossible 3 instead of this movie?
Willi: No, because this is probably the last time this movie will ever be shown in a theatre.
Me: Are you kidding? This is probably the only time this movie has ever been shown in a theatre!
A lot of the "older" movies were from the 1970's too, including a movie about an evangelist who bilked and tricked his parishioners into giving him money. We were, in fact, tricked into seeing this tripe since we showed up at the theater and they were about 2 hours behind their advertised movie schedule.
We had some sodas and Willi nearly lost his wallet, but we did end up seeing this movie about a woman who "discovers herself' which basically could have been made for Lifetime Television for Women as a cautionary tale.
The seats at Plaza Theatre too were deceptively uncomfortable, and we laughed as we rearranged, sprawling this way and that, in efforts to find comfort. And, amazingly despite the FREE cost of the movies, the theaters were EMPTY.
Both of them!
I also found myself totally irked at the first movie we saw, a movie "about love" from Rwanda. I liked hearing French again, but fuck, it was basically like "Everything except total abstinence is the entire root cause of everything wrong in Rwanda."
We were surprised not to see like, a USAID endorsement at the end of the movie... but the religious beat-you-over-the-headness of it all was a bit much, even if it was in pretty French. I also felt like prostitutes' opinions were largely ignored ;) Really, they're quite a force in Rwanda, and they should have been interviewed!
Anyway, the night was fun and he dropped me at the taxi park. I'm still a question mark, but there are tentative plans for something either Wednesday (particularly seeing the short 4 minute films) or Friday, which is a public holiday.
It feels strange to be spending so much time in Kampala. I'm still wondering whether I should even tell Willi that I'll be in Kampala tomorrow night, since our fallout on Friday. I think a text message on Wednesday asking about the films is good enough.
I spend a lot of time on matatus recently too. It feels strange to be in the chimp house alone.
I have been making good friends in Entebbe too, though. Had a wonderful time at Four Turkeys last night with Blaze and Rosie and met up with Christine, Gary, Morton the Salt and Bill K. Drank too much, but what else is there for a semi-depressed lush to do?
