reflections on TIFF
This was my first year attending TIFF and despite having only seen seven films, it still feels like I’m mourning the end of an era. In a way, it feels like the end of a vacation. I was physically in Toronto this entire time and yet, I had gotten to escape to different time periods and different geographies. One day, I was an aspiring filmmaker in post-World War II Arizona, the next day I was a young Korean immigrant boy growing up in 1990s Canada. The seven films allowed me to become a different person, with different (always more interesting) problems compared to my own life. I have no clue how I’m supposed to log on for work tomorrow morning, and act as if I didn’t just live seven very different lives over the span of just a few days. Because it was my first time attending the Festival, I…
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