Final Impressions
Though they are called film festivals, such events are often just as much about, if not more so, the people you meet in between the cinematic happenings. Whether they be local audiences, festival staff, or the filmmakers themselves, this is where the real flavor of a film festival comes out and Aruba is no different, but unusually special.
AIFF is community-minded and small enough to sustain a family atmosphere that makes it easy to enjoy not only the films, but the island at large, with your fellow cinephiles and creatives. If I had the entire group's permission to do so the image above would be of some of the smiling faces I met along this beautiful (and balmy) journey, rather than one of my black and white landscape shots of the island; this one at the Bulashi Gold Mill Ruin (if you want to flatter me, then please check out and follow on Instagram)
We live in a strange moment for independent cinema. While it is easier to make a movie now more than ever, it is becoming increasingly difficult to make a living doing it (the same goes for critics). Film Festivals like AIFF offer spaces to network and grow, to celebrate and collaborate without the stress of three-ring circuses like Toronto. It is a young fest, but with the friendly disposition this island nation emanates, is in a prime position to create a sustainable if big-minded event that not only supports local filmmakers, but creators the world over.
For this final line it goes back to the people. My coverage of the festival, and time spent exploring this lovely desert island, would not have been possible without the good graces of programming director Aaron Hose, festival co-founder Jonathan Vieira, and the indomitable PR team of Hilda Somarriba and Justin Cook. Nor would my time at the theater and adjacent events be as good as they were without the hard work of Rebecca Roos, Jolien Merks, Davinia Croes, Guido Van Raalte, Hubert Borst and the rest of their staff. Also, when a foreigner in a new land, always be sure to thank your drivers; so three cheers for Andy, Dexter and Germond, all guys who in fact do much cooler things for a living than merely carting Americans around.