My family and four friends attended Tropfest at Stage 88 last night and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, despite the best efforts of presenters and sponsors.
Thumbs up to organisers for:
- Separating chairs and non-chairs so everyone could see the screen
- A well-run VIP area
- Keeping things generally safe and clean
- Efficient and clean food and drink vendors
- The water refilling station staffed by the SES
Thumbs down for:
- Only one garbage facility where you had to sort your rubbish. I’m sorry, I’m not picking through my food scraps that have been in a plastic bag all night! Maybe if you’d had a dozen smaller stations we might have sorted and dumped incrementally over the course of the night.
- Presenters carrying on, and on, about each other’s real or imagined alcohol use. Repeated references to Virginia Hausinger’s hip flask and drinking backstage (made by some radio idiot named Ross from some breakfast show I don’t listen to) – whether true or not – were ugly and gratuitous, inappropriate in an environment with lots of young people, and not very enjoyable for anyone.
- Other, more generally inappropriate behaviour by presenters. There was persistent misreading of paying sponsors names (in what universe does Coloco parse as Chocoloco, Virginia?). That Ross guy asked multiple people on stage whether they were enjoying the day, then said to each one, “Why? Nothing’s happened yet,” disregarding the fact that the junior films had already aired. Way to support the kids, Ross.
- What was with fading to sponsor’s ad smack bang in the middle of the announcement of the awards? It didn’t make me feel the TransACT love, I can tell you that.
- Speaking of TransACT, what was with the kids pass-the-parcel with such appropriate little kid prizes as…pens? What is this, My First Public Service Job? That might have been forgivable if the poor afternoon presenter hadn’t been required to beat up the exercise on mike and the little kids hadn’t been shown big-screen opening the parcel in bewilderment.
Did we love it? Of course we did. But for the love of film, please, please get some decent presenters next year. And some garbage bins.