Even among my friends and associates who tend to consider themselves more cultured than most, very few have heard of Gary Hill. Behind this lack of knowledge, I suspect, is the typical disdain with which Seattle often treats its own artists, preferring to fantasize that nothing good ever happens here and the real world is always somewhere else, probably New York.
When I first moved to Boston from Seattle in my early twenties, I was filled with confusion, excitement, and the terrifying thought that I had no idea what I was doing when it came to relationships, jobs and the other mysterious workings of the world. Around that time my good friend Laura introduced me to Brown’s first graphic novel, Clumsy. In his book, Brown so realistically painted a portrait of young love–in all of its awkwardness, earnestness and blind idealism–that it all felt immediately familiar.
There are a couple of more opportunities to catch Rebellion during this year’s SIFF; joining the Star family, Everett Rummage weighs in on this imperfect hybrid of Hollywood-style action movie and political docudrama from France.
Cristián Jiménez’s Bonsái is a quiet and literate exploration of young love, the nature of nostalgia, and the way that lies and fictions are wrapped up in emotion. Jose Amador shares his impressions of the movie, that is also a selection at this year’s SIFF.
Direct from the creative minds of New York filmmakers Kat Vecchio and Joe Mihalchick is This Is How I Roll—a fresh STIFF documentary depicting men who actually strive to skate, hit and dominate just like the ladies.
The Seattle True Independent Film Festival is upon us, and here’s why you should start paying attention to it.
What could be more fraught with hilarious peril than a scenario in which a man, with lofty dreams of owning his own restaurant, comes into a large inheritance with a stipulation that goes against, if not his own beliefs and ideals, then certainly those of the community around him. Alright, this may not sound so funny, but add some Bolshevik revolution into the equation, and trust me, it’s a knee slapper.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been dreading the inevitability of a Holocaust film coming up on my docket for this year’s Seattle Jewish Film Festival. Having read the synopsis for Nicky’s Family, I was looking forward to the screening in theory but I could not ignore the nagging fear that it was going to be the same old story, different screenwriter. Prior to this year’s SJFF, I hadn’t heard of Sir Nicholas Winton or his harrowing tale of saving hundreds of Czechoslovakians during the days ramping up to World War II. I was unprepared for the impact the film documenting his life would have on me.
My So-called Enemy is a new documentary that just played at the SJFF that explores if it is possible for teenage girls across the Israeli/Palestine divide to form lasting friendships after spending just nine days together at a camp. Not only is it possible, but also a moving scenario in its complexity.
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