Melanie Griffith

Blood, Rats, Spirituality: A round-up of Maryland Film Festival 2017

Blood, Rats, Spirituality: A round-up of Maryland Film Festival 2017

Most film festivals—scratch that, most festivals, period—are incredibly isolating experiences. Not that I’ve been to very many, but I’ve spent most of the ones I have been to sleepy and lonely, often in a corner pretending to vigorously check my phone while also trying not to drain my battery. I spent one festival stalking Elijah Wood wherever he went. Another one I spent crying and vomiting in my hotel room due to extreme jetlag. I didn’t want a repeat of either at Maryland Film Festival, but my journey from New York City to Baltimore immediately became a comedy of disastrous errors, with messed-up train and hotel reservations, and

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