Hitchhiked back to Novi Sad around noon. I think Đenđi stayed in Belgrade for a while. I have no recollection how we got back - I guess it was a truck that we caught. In the evening, we went to Martovska Osmica (the march Eighter), the 8mm amateur film festival. Officially we were both still members of DC-99, so someone should represent the club, even though the club made no movies that year. I did make the "Busodrom" but didn't send it anywhere.
The movies were the usual jumble of simple amateurish stuff, but there were a few memorable ones. Someone mocked Hari Džekson, the "foto režiser vesterna", a local photographer from Bijeljina who actually changed his name and went on making cowboy movies. The mock was titled "Smrt Šabaza" ("Death of Šabaz"), and it wasn't any worse than Hari's stuff, only funnier.
The big event was "Društvo za zaštitu šašavih događaja" (Society for protection of silly events), by Ivan Kaljević. Looking for the exact date of this, I found that the movie still exists, and was shown last december in the Kino Klub Novi Sad, which is now an independent studio, and as crazy as ever. The movie was incredible, with its hodge-podge of all sorts of stuff one could find in the news and on TV, including meterage from Tina Turner's concert, synced so that it looked as if she was dancing to a čoček (which is a dance from south Serbia, usually performed by a female on a table around which drunk guys are going wild). The other memorable piece was when a guy is tied to a tree, allegedly castrated, then his balls are cooked, and he is given a spoon of the soup, and someone says "this needs more pepper", and the ballless guy, after degustation, says "pepper, pepper" about an octave higher than normal.
Such sound extravagance was over the top for most of us. Super 8 had sound, but you needed a sound camera, or a special projector which could record it, and the sound carrier was a narrow strip of magnetic tape that went on between the perforation and the image (or the edge?), which was bloody expensive and beyond reach of most of us. One was happy to have a projector with constant speed, so the sound from the tape wouldn't sync out too badly.
Ivan Kaljević later made a career - not as a movie director, though, but as the program director on Belgrade TV (or was that Zelenović?)(nope, Zelenović is the director of Kinoteka). Gugao him out. (did, and he's a sort of a legend - he died, and there's a prize at alternative film festival named after him)
The next evening I went there alone, she was making up for the lost time. After the projections I went to the KKNS's HQ, which was actually in the HQ of Narodna Tehnika (People's Technics, an umbrella organization which funded all those technically oriented clubs, from the budget). Stayed until the morning, when the first burek with yogurt was brought. I knew some people - Mika Putnik, Štrboja - and DC-99 wasn't exactly unknown in these circles, but the atmosphere was so nice and relaxed, i.e. nobody got really drunk, that just anyone interested could be in there. It was an all night long discussion about amateur movies, stuff amateurs do and the whole movement in general.