My Delightful, Non-Depressing Scandinavian Film Festival
As a Kid, I Took a Crazy Leap Off a Roof. As an Adult, I Took an Even Crazier Leap Into Nordic Cinema.
When I was in the first grade, I so believed in the moving images I saw in cartoons that I once jumped off the top of our garage with an open umbrella as my parachute. Fortunately, it was onto a pile of sand and I didn’t break anything. Fifteen years ago, I started a Scandinavian Film Festival in Los Angeles, and, as a veteran of leaps of faith, I found the experience to be strangely familiar. I didn’t know if it would work but believed it would. Fortunately, this time, …
