Today’s agenda consisted of me running up Post street. It was cold, the wind was blowing into my face, and it was uphill; I felt like I was jogging in place. And more forgetfulness on my point to take any pictures. Geez.
Van! You gotta get all those pictures to us somehow! Because I got none! Also, thank you THANK YOU to CAAM for taking care of all our meetings with the filmmakers, covering our cab cost, our food/drinks cost…pretty much everything. You guys are made of many MANY awesome-beans.
I’m writing this from my uncle-in-law’s house in San Leandro, squeezing in some time with my fourth aunt and her daughter, visiting from Arizona. In the hour after I arrived at San Leandro’s BART station shortly before 10 PM, my aunt called my fifth aunt and her children in Seattle, talked about her health, my fourth aunt’s health, my grandmother’s health, then called my grandfather in Saigon’s Chinatown.
FRUIT FLY, oh how I could sing your praises for hours! So where do I begin? Okay… so I’ll admit that I’m a bit bias. I’ve been a big fan of H.P. Mendoza’s work since I saw COLMA last year for a class.
Join us for a night of celebration at the San Jose Museum of Art! Explore one of the most innovative museums in the Bay Area alongside good company and free-flowing food and beverage.
Vicci Ho caught up with HIGH NOON director Heiward Mak. HIGH NOON had its US Premiere at SFIAAFF on March 18.
Like a fetus in a womb, I’ve been snuggled into my stadium seat in a dark Kabuki theater. Absorbing, reflecting, enjoying. This festival does nurture me and many others, as does its parent organization, CAAM. SFIAAFF brings the life of Asia and Asian America to you through the powerful umbilical cord of film.
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Complete your festival experience with the Closing Night Screening/Awards Ceremony and Party. After the announcement of the festival’s award winners at the plush Sundance Kabuki Cinemas stay to watch the screening of TREELESS MOUNTAIN.
Down at the Castro Theater, the energy emitting from the audience in response to the film was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. In that way, it was almost like an interactive live theater performance. I was laughing so hard I thought I might choke and I certainly wasn’t alone. It was one big inside joke, but everybody was in on it.
Biking, walking through San Francisco, and not even in Japantown or Castro, adds to the festival experience. It’s an angular city. It’s a film in the making.
H.P. Mendoza’s FRUIT FLY expresses that musically, wonderfully
There were a lot of things I expected to get from being in this amazing program, all of which were met above and beyond anything I could have envisioned. What I never expected to get, was to finally find my racial identity.