Of the films you will see here, some will be thrilling, some appalling. They're our stories. Their questions are our questions. Without them, you could only read the ads that are bought.
Festival hold art together.
Starving partygoers stormed into the Marriott Hotel for the Opening Night Party, a big band played Chattanooga Choo-choo and other swing hits, while guests stuffed grilled vegetables, sushi, and spicy curried chicken morsels. The ever-unpopular cash bar returned this year, much to the chagrin of the filmmakers. The statistics have never been heartening. Leaving hundreds, think of it, hundreds of directors, hundreds of actors, hundreds of producers, hundreds of gaffers, left to look elsewhere to further their careers. I guess not.