What the shit is a bicycle film festival? I hear you ask, and I don’t blame you for being so confused about the whole thing because I was exactly like that when I heard about it too.
Well, to answer your burning question, a “bicycle film festival†is an entire night at the movies (in this case, the Labia Theatre in Cape Town) dedicated to “two wheeled good timesâ€.
That’s right. Short movie after short movie about bicycles, the people who ride them, the culture surrounding them and the influence they have had on us as a motherflippin’ species yo! This is other level shit guys and you need to get involved because some of these movies are going to MELT FACES.
At this stage you’re probably nursing some healthy scepticism, you’re probably thinking “an entire night of watching bicycle movies? Slick you goddamn douchebag, what in the name of sweet baby Jesus are you roping us into here?!â€
And yes, at festivals like these it’s always a grab-bag of movies that are so fucking cool they change the way you look at the world forever on one hand, and movies that are a little average and could have tried a bit harder on the other.
But I think you’re going to be pleasantly surprised by the high number of life-changers at this, Cape Town AND AFRICA’s, first ever BFF.
The festival comprises two screenings, the first one is from 19h00 – 21h00 and the second one is from 21h00 – 22h30 (roughly).
Most of the movies are about 10 mins long, with the exception of Line Of Sight, an hour-long movie at the end of the second screening that documents the alleycat races – high-speed bike messenger races through busy city streets captured on custom helmet-mounted cameras.
To find out more about the line-up, go to http://www.bicyclefilmfestival.com/cape-town or visit the Facebook event page.
To WIN DOUBLE TICKETS TO THE EVENT, listen closely.
No self-respecting bikey (I just made up that term) doesn’t have a badass story to tell about the time he or she made a crucial mistake at break-neck speeds that ended with him or her flying head-first over the handlebars and eating a faceful of hot gravel.
I want NO MORE THAN THREE SENTENCES from you telling me about the most intense bike accident you ever walked away from and a DOUBLE TICKET TO BOTH SCREENINGS is yours!
Oh and did I mention the tickets also get you entrance into a SICK rooftop after-party sponsored by Redbull Studio Cape Town afterward? No? Well consider yourselves enlightened muthufukkahs!
I’ve got 5 DOUBLE TICKETS to giveaway so don’t be shy, write to Uncle Slick and let’s make this shit happen.
I’m choosing my five winners on THURSDAY MORNING –> BADA BANG!
-ST
Hate to admit it, but I ‘crashed’ at about 5 km/h.
Slid on the white line on a drizzling day.
Really more embarrassing than intense.
When I was 12 I tried to ramp over the pavement to impress my mates. Caught the wheel on said pavement, flew over the handlebars, but somehow caught my nutsack on the T-bar thing of the handlebars as I went over, tearing it open in midflight. I now have a scarred nutsack.
Flying downhill (age 7) with my only brakes being backpedal brakes, a bus load full of school kids passed me and the wind from the bus gave my already speedy bike a speedwobble. Suffice to say i went spralling all over the tarmac.A forehead full of blood and 7 stitches later… i still love cycling!
learning how to ride a bike at the ripe old age of 25 in a sleepy seaside town, crashed into my sister and her bike, she ended up injuring her knee putting her out of action for the rest of the weekend away – whoops!!
I was cruising on my trick bike cruiser.
My eyes caught sight of one long haired blond cutie.
As my neck crained to check that ass out, I hit a curb and then my head, as she laughed and walked away.
Once I was trying to ride a bicycle, saw a group of people, got nervous, swerved to miss a dog and faceplanted the gravel. Painful, but I got up and wheeled the bike back to the house. I’m 20 and still can’t ride a bicycle without falling over.