Earlier this month I spent five, great days in Northern California wine country attending the Sonoma International Film Festival. One film got a standing ovation. It was produced by a 22-year-old film school graduate, and it was both hilarious and touching. And it involved travel of an unusual sort.
If you’ve never heard of Burning Man, you need to know it’s an annual art event held in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert. An entire city is built for a single week of non-stop partying and sharing and building of unusual vehicles and lots, lots more. It’s dusty and raucous and, some say, life changing.
My son has attended Burning Man several times, but he’s never invited me. Not that I’m complaining. But then I saw “Taking My Parents to Burning Man,” and like everyone else in the audience that day in Sonoma, I was delighted.
Bryant “Spry Bry” Boesen of Vancouver invited his very straight parents to the event; they attended with some trepidation. Boesen filmed the entire week, and the result is an account of a journey on a couple of levels. He doesn’t have a distributor for “Taking My Parents to Burning Man” yet, but he’ll get one.
Do try to see it.