I thought the firetruck on the street outside my apartment at 4 a.m. was a dream until I browsed through my digital camera the next day. Awakened and dazed, something encouraged me to grab the camera, film 10 seconds of flashing lights in the night, and go back to bed.
That something was the fourth annual Ten-Second Film Festival, which asks budding Twin Cities filmmakers to make and submit movies no longer than 10 seconds. The 100 "best" films will premiere Friday night at the Soap Factory in Minneapolis.
Prizes include Grumpy's hamburgers, trophies and mike time for a speech.
For me, the fest is about more than a possible burger: I might meet others who delight in pretty, and pretty worthless, little videos. "4 a.m. Firetruck" is one of six films I sent for consideration. Each followed the simple rules: Don't use a video camera (try a cell phone camera or still camera with video function). Don't edit. Keep sound in mind. Keep it short.
Having 10-second films on the brain meant everyday events such as the arrival of a firetruck became "content." That included the speech I attended by evolutionary biologist Olivia Judson, whose video presentation of animal sexual behavior sparked my own bizarre video-of-a-video (more funny than explicit).
For about a week I found myself looking for poignant 10-second moments. With my newly shortened attention span, I got peeved when such moments took longer.
By the standards of last year's festival, which attracted 1,500 spectators reveling amid tiki torches, my films are most likely suited for the Documentary, Arthouse or What the Hell Am I Looking At categories.
Last year's documentary winner, posted on the festival's Youtube account, showed a man laughing and wiping gum from his lips.