Chicago (part II)
On the way there, we come upon a large protest outside what is, as Freddie and Nina claim, the largest McDonald’s in the world.
Some 7-year-old LSU fan spotted Freddie’s sweatshirt and clowned him. It was all cute and funny, but I bet that kid felt pretty darn stupid later that night. Seriously, man. Little kids better not step up on us like that.
My super-power warning jacket is glowing because there is danger nearby. It’s cool tho. I took care of it afterwards.
Again, my super-power jacket is sensing danger. I think Kris senses it too. Ron, on the other hand, is blissfully unaware.
The fool! Look at my jacket glow! Doesn’t he realize how much danger we are all in?
So the screening itself was very small and maybe half-full. I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t a little disappointed. It really made me appreciate how friggin huge San Francisco’s festival is. However, the audience seemed pretty responsive, and I’d say that at least a third of them were non-asian, which was very cool.
Tim Hugh, the festival director, even surprised us with custom fortune cookies that he gave out to the audience.
One thing I will never get tired of:
The reactions of the audience members when we tell them the the film was made for about 40 grand.
This is a hot dog stand run by a herd of angry, vicious black women. That may sound racist, but seriously - go there one day and you’ll know that there really isn’t a gentler way to describe it.
I swear, he’s going to find his way to every screening. Abe should hire him for PR or something.
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