Tonight, I attended the LA screenings of Student Films Across America, a traveling film festival that highlights great shorts made by film students nationwide. I was one of the judges this year — months ago, I watched a bunch of screeners. So it was nice to see the final results.
And here’s where I beg forgiveness. After arriving late, waving hello, and watching Kathy Huang’s keenly observed doc Miss Chinatown, U.S.A., I got sucked into a Hollywood vortex of lawyer/agent/studio phone calls, which forced me into the hallway, and ultimately out the door. So I never got to shake hands and congratulate the filmmakers. I’m doing that now.
Sorry. Congratulations. And the reason for my absence will hopefully become clear soon. (It has nothing to do with The Nines, for a change.)