This entirely run by uncompensated staffers and volunteers fest just announced the slate for its 8th iteration a week ago, and they keep adding more films, bless their celluloid hearts.
The cinetrix first attended the Independent Film Festival of Boston in its second year, but this spring marks my third in a row. I'd love this festival even if it weren't in my old home town. IFFBoston treats filmmakers well, and it shows. Moreover, the programmers have a definite and recognizable sensibility, and the Q&As -- I'm thinking especially of those with Harmony Korine (2008) and Kevin Corrigan/Robert Siegel (2009) -- frequently verge on the sublime and the surreal.
It also allows me to eat at favorite restaurants and play catch up with friends, family, and films that have been making the festival circuits. Among the narrative features, I can't wait for the chance to finally see Cairo Time, Father of My Children, Hipsters, I Am Love, The Killer Inside Me [if I'm feeling brave], Tiny Furniture, and Winter's Bone. Not to mention Le Donk & Scor-Zay-Zee and The Good, The Bad, The Weird.
When it comes to docs, where to start? How about with American, the oral history of my birthdate-mate, Bill Hicks, and Lemmy, and piece of work Joan Rivers? Or, I dunno, Marwencol? Taqwacore? The Parking Lot Movie? Um, yes, please. [A dozen others will have already played at ATL and FF. And, surprising no one, Family Affair screens here, too. Will it be this year's We Live in Public? That is, is it about an uncomfortable-making scenario, and can I manage to miss it at every festival I attend? Tune in and see!]
There are also flicks I'm apt to skip unless persuaded otherwise. Partisans on behalf of Down Terrace, Harmony and Me, Life During Wartime, Lovers of Hate, The Freebie, please speak up.
