SFIFF 50 Pulls into Town:
The San Francisco International Film Festival has returned for another year (its 50th) of celluloid-induced mayhem. Last year, I got into a serious groove and spent about 80% of the festival arriving at the theatre around noon and watching movies well into the evening. Good times.
I don’t have quite that luxury this year (I’m headed to Portland this weekend to speak at WebVisions. Prep for that throws a wrench in the works) but I’m still eager to cram in as many films as I can. And with press privileges allowing me to check movies out and watch them at home, I’ll be able to on my abbreviated schedule.
But man, will chosing be hard. Look at the lineup. There’s only about 95 movies that I MUST SEE and the remainder that I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT.
I tend to get choice paralysis in these situations and default to seeing documentaries which have less chance of letting you down and often don’t make it to theatres later on. No promises but I’m going to try to work on catching some non-English features this year.
Festival runs until May 10. I’ll be writing up the movies I see here. I’ve also got passes to just about everything so if you’d like to attend a screening with me, get in touch.