As much as I love going to film festivals, there’s one reason I sometimes feel out of place: Whenever I find myself in a circle of colleagues waxing euphoric about, say, an exquisite Russian or Eastern European movie they’ve just seen that deals very poetically with the idea of mourning the lost customs of the old country, I always want to pipe up, “Yes, but didn’t it remind you just a bit of the Schmenges?”
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Postcard from Venice: Getting Folky With the Russians and Nostalgic with Martin Scorsese
