Way to go, OIFF | Letter

Boy, Howdy! Did I see a movie at the Orcas Island Film Festival this last weekend! Two popes walked into a bar and planned out a fishing trip up to the old Canadian Haida villages on the west coast of Canada. Got out in their boat, first thing tipped over and swam to shore real fast. These two popes were really cold and they looked for fire to warm up by. But you can imagine that Vatican robes don’t dry out very fast. The weird thing was that every time that they would get close to a fire it would go out.

They kept going but soon stumbled into a cave where there were doctors running all about. That is where they met this Chinese family that used to live in a fallout shelter in Korea and the grandma kept doing these karate chops on them. Soon all of these dancers from someplace called Georgia began strutting all over the place. Oh, no! All of the toilets began overflowing and all hell broke loose. Fortunately for everyone, a DJ from Ottawa specializing in an ancient form of house music lowered a rope from a white helicopter for everyone, including the two popes.

Some of this is a bit vague since I am now down at the emergency ward at Darvill’s suffering from lack of nutrition brought on by a four-day diet of buttered Seaview popcorn. Way to go OIFF!

Martin Lund

Orcas Island