On Friday, I saw a Greek film called Dogtooth about three adult siblings who had been raised since birth with no exposure to the outside world except what they're parents selected. Secluded away in a country house, they live in fear of being exiled, exploring the limits of their limited world and inventing strange games to pass the time. It was bizarre and intriguing and probably worth the price of admission for the dancing scene alone.
On Saturday, a bunch of friends and I went to see RoboGeisha, which was even worse that you'd think. Just like it says on the tin, it's the story of geishas being turned into cyborg assassins. Never attempting to be more than a B-movie, it eventually stopped being so bad it's funny and became so bad it put me literally to sleep.
Then on Sunday, K. and I biked uptown, hoping to see James Franco play Allen Ginsberg in Howl, but it was sold out, so we saw the non-festival The Girl Who Played With Fire instead. It was a good flick. I didn't like it quite as much as The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, possibly because the twisty plot was tied up into too neat of a bow, but it was definitely a good movie and I eagerly await the final chapter.