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We saw the Manhatten Short Film Festival finalists last night. Intense conversation in the cold parking lot afterwards (paying for it now, going to sleep in shivers, waking up in sweat). Tonight to finish Herzog's "Aguirre–Wrath of God" and Fassbinder's "Katzelmacher," though I doubt my eyes will stay open.

I voted enthusiastically for "Hibernation." This may have been because it made me cry. Or perhaps only for the simple beauty of something heartfelt, after so many oh-so-desperately-trying-to-be-clever (or what is worse, didactic) shorts, that did it. Many of them were about trauma (often the trauma inflicted by the genre itself), but only "Hibernation" was really about the process of mourning.