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![]() Under My Umbrella Rain falls, CUFF closes
Sunday, the only thing the gray sky, alternating with slashing rain, seems to stop are suntans.
The Chicago Underground Film Festival closed tonight at the Chopin Theatre and a nearby gallery. Without an umbrella, the temptation to duck in dissipates. I spill into a store on Milwaukee. A friend chides, where’s your umbrella? "Let my smile be my umbrella" only gets a wince. "It’s so gray outside! Where’d the summer go?" a woman says, crashing into the room with a friend who’s got a matching soggy RedEye atop her hair.
Later, I get to Rodan two minutes before the scheduled start, where the awards will be announced in the back. A filmmaker I know and her husband order appetizers; she has no idea about the event. "City of Lost Children" plays on the back wall. Ten minutes pass. Jurors arrive. Photographer Fred Burkhart in an engineer’s cap, khaki shorts and a purple cape. He and Cynthia Plaster-Caster are as boho as the moment gets: CUFF director Bryan Wendorf reads winners off a scrap of paper, apologizing for so-briefly interrupting those who pause above their plates.
"For those of you who didn’t see any films, maybe next year when we’re 15," he says, exiting from the dimly lit corner by the DJ to the mid-room murk.
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