It wouldn't be opening night without LSFF's annual comedy extravaganza, from dry to slapstick, ponderous to nonsensical, and acerbic to heartfelt. Anarchy in the office space, a few sharp shocks, and a meta-ode to the trials of finding film financing.
Things take a reliably surreal turn as a country singer finds a muse in the form of a slug, and a woman quests for her grandmother’s lost bible. Shakespeare’s Scottish play (redacted) receives the am dram treatment, and there’s a delivery driver dilemma. Join us for our perennial Friday opening at ICA and bring some levity to your January.
