Review by Charles Cassady, Jr.
I considered going to the Cleveland International Film Festival this year, I really did, for a moment or so. But I didn't.
In truth, going downtown is a downer for me in the best of times. Too many bad memories. And I don't like to gamble, I don't like to see sports, mug people or get mugged. So the metropolis holds little appeal for me. On an optimistic note, the Cleveland International Film Festival in 2015 managed to branch out into satellite theaters, one of them deep in the suburbs, at the the Cinemark Valley View, where I feel slightly more likely to come out alive.
I hope that trend continues, and the thriving Cleveland International Film Festival eventually migrates out of Cleveland altogether. Most likely, based on past history, going all the way to Miami-South Beach, Florida. Where there is likely more parking and less snow. Where I'm even less likely to attend. Damn.
Oh well, home video allows you to create! Your own! Cleveland International Film Festival! At! Home! You may as well start with Australian writer-director Ivan Sen's MYSTERY ROAD.
