We’re wandering around downtown Beloit, Wisconsin, checking out the shops on a chilly February morning before our first Saturday session of the Beloit International Film Festival. We stop to snap a few photos of Austin’s Barber Shop, a shop with an old-fashioned red, white and blue striped pole out front. Read more
The term “film festival” always brought a picture to my mind of a series of artsy films with deep meanings I didn’t understand, mostly in non-English languages with subtitles. When I was invited to the Beloit International Film Festival (BIFF), I thought why not? I’m always up for a new adventure, I was curious, and I saw there was going to be a Grease sing-along on Saturday night.