The third annual Berkshire International Film Festival has landed upon Great Barrington, bringing with it hairdos, beemers, little and not-so-little black dresses, passed hors d'oeuvres, short films, long films, good films and sketchless attempts at artistry. The opening night party, hosted by Pearls www.pearlsrestaurant.com, was a fancy pants event complete with unagi and Viggo Mortensen's doppelganger slamming out the drinks. Run, little beavies, run- the man makes a naughty margarita.
Beaver and Domo met some nice people and some lassy sailors, several of whose sea-worthy legs proved less so in stilettos. Here's a tip for sunny summer fashion: if you've gone to the effort of having your hair done, remaining coherent is almost as flattering as a square neckline.
Nevertheless, despite the crowds, the traffic, and the invasion of handbags, Domo and Beaver are looking forward to the films. After tag sales and cabbage rolls with pork belly and raw oysters, there's nothing Beaver loves more than three days of flics. Except her little Domo!
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