The 5 People You See at IFF

It's that time of year again: Ivy Film Festival. IFF. "The most relevant thing happening right now," depending on who you ask.

Last night, I was fortunate enough to snag a ticket to see RBG, a new documentary about the famed Supreme Court justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. I loved every second of this movie, and cannot recommend it enough.

Walking into Granoff, though, I realized I could (roughly) break down the Brown student body into the various types of IFF goers.

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Some students who aspire to be "in the industry" consider IFF a once in a lifetime chance to LinkedIn IRL. The agent for Daveed Diggs? Check. Betsy West, Brown alum and director of RBG? Double check. Shia LeBouf's social media manager? Check, check, check.

Really intense MCM concentrators

We all know the type. They carry slim black moleskin notebooks, drink straight café au lait, write down phrases from the directors with their personal literary blogs in mind. I purposely sit by them in screenings because they add helpful tidbits about film theory and "how this all connects back to Barthes."

Unhappy significant other of said MCM concentrator

I couldn't help but notice a few of these, too. I saw their faces crumble as they were dragged to yet another esoteric movie. "Why does the Avon exclusively show Wes Anderson movies and Call Me By Your Name?" they ask one another, bemused. "It's like everyone is afraid to admit they love Will Ferrell and Kevin Hart..."

The person you see at the party and nothing else

For some, the IFF party is the event of the season. Just ask the girl in front of you scrolling through the Oscar Gala's Facebook album during Principles of Econ. Even if you did not attend a single movie or talk, getting tickets to this Saturday's party is an absolute must. Bonus points if you wear a two piece dress, a gold jumpsuit, or a bejeweled ascot.

The confused first year

"Wait, what is IFF?" they think as they read this Blog article, too afraid to ask their crowded V-Dub breakfast table. "There are too many f*cking acronyms at this school."

For a full schedule of IFF's great selection this year, click here.

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