Since I worked there as a volunteer in 2010, I had never returned to the International Film Festival of Rotterdam, although I planned it every year again. Today, I finally did return, to watch two films (Sokurov’s Francofonia and (finally) Gomes’ second part of Arabian Nights) and to notice that the warm, cinephiliac feeling I experienced when I was working at the ticket office or at the entrance of the LantarenVenster six years ago is still very present at one of Europe’s larger film festivals with such an idiosyncratic programming.
Gertjan Willems 