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Funnily enough, I showed my film at a film festival Sunday and this smarmy arty dude (who was the official "reviewer" for the festival) told me that I was absolutely brilliant, best film he'd seen all weekend (of about 30 films), compared me to a bunch of French directors I'd never heard of (he wrote down all their names for me though), and said I needed to keep doing what I was doing, and he was going to write about me on the internet and in the newspaper.
I just said "well, I don't really know what I was doing, I was just bored." And he gave me a weird look, like I was pulling his chain and then he stopped talking to me.
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