Malcolm J. Brenner, the controversial author of Wet Goddess, the autobiographical novel of a young man's love affair with a dolphin, relaxes on a computer chair inside a San Francisco apartment, gently stroking one of the two cats occupying the room with us. His red sweater is wiry and frayed, like the hairs on his balding head. He's 40 years older than he was when he drove to a near-abandoned Florida amusement park with the intent to "make love" with a dolphin he had been photographing for nine months.
Another Hole in the Head Film Festival is predicated on the proposition that horror -- and exploitation flicks and dystopian nightmares -- knows no bounds and no borders. (Or season, apparently, for this year's program lands closer to Christmas than Halloween. Then again, the most frightening words in the English language are "home for the holidays.") Anything goes at AHITH, except uninspired rehashes of too-familiar tropes.
Do this, and the city is yours; you will never not have someone willing to listen to your life story, while buying you all the drinks that go with that.