It had been a while since I’d taken time off to dedicate to a film festival. I used to do it every year at Dead Center. This one fell in my lap. I noticed BIFF in a magazine in Hudson, got last minute early bird tickets, and drove up to Great Barrington, Massachusetts for an incredible cinematic selection. Fort Tilden cracked me up, as the tale of two vapid girls from Williamsburg. Hank and Asha was heartbreaking. I really liked The Double with Jesse Eisenberg who, until then, I wanted to avoid. The Trip to Italy was uproarious. Water Dogs was stellar / inspiring. Under the Same Sun of course won audiences, as it should. Miss Hill: Making Dance Matter about the founder of modern dance at Juliard was slow but still meaningful for me; I can identify with the feeling evoked in dance. This was an experience I’d definitely have again.