It’s Monday evening in Park City, and next door to the Holiday Cinemas, me and Anderson Le are sitting in Lorenzo’s, a former Italian restaurant now converted into a Mexican eatery. In many fundamental ways, this scenario is wrong, wrong, … Continue reading Sundance Time Again, Pt. 3: The World, On Screen
Having finished a full day of screenings on my first day at the 2012 Sundance Film Festival, I start off by copping to a startling admission (for me at least): good chunks of Ice-T’s directorial debut SOMETHING FROM NOTHING: THE … Continue reading Sundance Time Again, Pt. 2: The Devil In the Details
It’s winter and if you’re familiar with my ongoing programming activities on behalf of the Los Angeles Asian Pacific Film Festival, you know what that means…it’s time for the annual cold-weather film festival program research trek. Having skipped last year’s Sundance Film Festival, I never thought I’d experience the absolute discomfort of putting up with wet snow and white-out conditions again for awhile. Then again, the relative ease of getting around a big city like Berlin made me forget why I’ve always looked on Park City with a sense of love/hate… Continue reading Sundance Time Again, Pt. 1: On the Ground
There I was on a Thursday evening in Los Angeles Echo Park, across the street from one of L.A.’s many urban Mexican food stands. It’s late August, a time where folks are headed back to school, cultural institutions are gearing up for next year’s big events, and at Visual Communications, where I would normally be wrapping up my summer activities and getting ready for the long, arduous programming research trek of international film festivals. So what would bring me to the very intimate, very grungy, and very down-home Echo Park Film Center? Continue reading A Trip Down Memory Lane
The last time I blogged to the world was over fourteen months ago. FOURTEEN MONTHS! That’s over a year ago, and in that time, two editions of the Los Angeles Asian Pacific Film Festival transpired, an AWC alum passed away on a lonely New England road, folks got married, moved on, came back (or in the case of one special individual, is plotting his return to Hell-A), and in the office then never-ending sea of Pocky sticks and Stella Artois just keep re-generating themselves, almost like…Tribbles! Continue reading I Call and I Call and I Call On…
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