It’s back. And it’s full of movies.
It’s time for San Francisco’s big ol’ international film festival. I’ve seen a few, and am intrigued by a few more.
In which, by way of SFIFF entry Harmony Lessons, I ponder the film festival drama as its own genre, one I may have no business opining upon.
With their bobbling heads, their self-important crowing, and their puffed-up plumage, it is quite difficult to look a rooster in the eye and take its opinions seriously.