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Every year, I fly to the Palm Springs International Film Festival. It’s my way of helping my film connoisseur of a grandmother get around to seeing more of the films. It’s one of the highlights of my year as I really only get to see summer blockbusters and the occasional romantic comedy throughout the year.
From my experiences, I’ve seen films that would rip your heart out. Films that make you think. Films that would make you wonder why these aren’t distributed better in the country. That, I guess, is part of the charm. This festival is comprised mostly of foreign films. So unless you are really in to the film industry, a majority of these films are ones you will never see.
I say all this because there are a lot of films that happen to get mixed responses. An event like this is served as a way to feed films to audiences who rarely attempt these different styles and genres.
This festival showed me something I won’t forget.