Too many films. Too much food. Too many drinks. That’s how I can best sum up these last three nights of the Orlando Film Festival.

Last night started with a VIP industry party at Antigua on Church Street. Have I mentioned that the O.F.F. is being sponsored by Stella beer yet? If I haven’t said it enough these past three days, you can pump my stomach and learn more about Stella beer.

This party was nice, for the simple fact that most of the VIPs were actually headed to see a film, after pounding back Stella (btw, “Pounding Back Stella” sounds like a 1970′s porno).

After hearing about the film Charlie Casanova, since the opening night party, I decided it was time to check it out.

Never judge a movie by its title. I walked in expecting to see a dark version of Alfie. What I got was American Psycho’s Patrick Bateman, with an Irish brogue.

A sociopathic member of a well-to-do, very upper class kills a working class girl in a hit and run and uses playing cards to determine his fate. Even before the murder, Charlie (played very effectively by Emmet Scanlan) is already shown to the audience to be a major jerk. He manipulates his friends, cheats on his wife and has sudden bursts of anger out for no reason.

His monologues/quotes/voice overs, have just a hint of Tyler Durden’s insane babblings. The movie is well written, even when it kind of goes off the deep end.

About half of the audience walked out of the film due to some controversial scenes (woman inserting tampon, full front nudity, middle/lower class characters being beaten to death). At the very least, I think the director got the shock value he was looking for. The film isn’t as brilliant as it hopes to be, but it is never dull.

After the film it was time for more Stella (I think I just threw up in my mouth a little). Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good beer. I just can’t get the taste out of my mouth. The after party was at Ember. Here is one thing I don’t miss about going out downtown…having to tackle a bartender to get a drink. The place was packed with industry people and the usual drunk Orlando nightlife.

While walking with board director Robin Wright (No! Not from The Princess Bride!) to the party, I saw something you can only see in a big city. Within 5 feet from one another, a couple having an intense boyfriend/girlfriend argument on the street while two drunk college girls danced oblivious to the fact that a crowd had gathered to watch them.

Gotta love downtown Orlando! One more night to go!

Lights. Camera. ACTSEAN!