so many films, so little popcorn

The San Francisco International Film Festival is coming up at the end of April. I used to really go nuts and watch two or three films a day, but now I have job, sort of (or three, sort of) and anyways my bones start to creek after a couple hours. The selection seems pretty decent this year, at least better than the last couple ones. I mean, a double dose of Parker Posey! Sadly, they don't book as many French films as they used to, back when Peter Scarlet was in charge, but I still managed to get tix for a couple.

Here's what I'm going to see, in order of showing (a * indicates a PFA showing):

Grandhotel: "This rueful romantic comedy centers on the travails of a 30-year-old virgin and obsessive weather-watcher and his quirky coworkers at a breathtakingly scenic hotel atop a mountain in Bohemia." Maybe there'll be someone with my last name, which means "stricken by fear" in Czech.

Broken English: "It’s Sex and the City with a dose of Xanax and a hit of ’30s screwball charm." O-kay. Well, it stars Parker Posey and Gena Rowlands, and it's directed by the latter's daughter, Zoe Cassavetes (yes, that Cassavetes).

Fay Grim*: More Posey, this time starring in the sequel to Henry Fool, Hal Hartley's awesomely awesome 1997 film. All the cast is back, with the added bonus of the always eccentric Jeff Goldblum.

Murch*: A doc about renowned film editor Edward Murch (Apocalypse Now, many others). Boring? Hell nah.

Flanders*: A Simpsons spin-off? No, just another creepy character study by the French guy who Humanite (featuring a mentally unstable detective who sniffs suspects' scalps). This one is a war film set in Northern France and in the Middle East, and sure to be very disturbing and slow.

Dans Paris: "Christophe Honoré’s wistful tale of two brothers in the City of Lights invokes the jazzy highs and bridge-jumping lows of love, family and reading in bed." Ending the fest with depression and topless book reading. Yeah.

There's a bunch more, like Rocket Science, Emma's Bliss, Reprise, and Ad Lib Night, but a guy's gotta blog sometime.

Also: Did you know that Stephen Colbert has an ice cream named after him? Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream, with chocolate covered waffle cones and butterscotch in vanilla ice cream. How is it? Well, it's strangely addictive and addictively strange, just like Colbert.