Such was our feeling at last night's opening of the San Francisco International Film Festival, which kicked off with the North American premiere of . The marathon began with San Francisco Film Society Executive Director Graham Leggat's welcoming remarks, then it was on to an excessively-entouraged (no CSI to his Plumpjack, alas) Gavin Newsom, who brought up the earthquake again (we're so over the earthquake) and described Paris, France as "the Paris of the East, I mean, the Paris of the West, uh, the real Paris" as he awarded the key to the City to the Mayor of Paris (whom our companion referred as "the mayor of France", much to the amusement of our entire row of seats).

In receiving the key, Bertrand Delanoë delivered a charming sppech that used the words "freedom" and "liberty" so many times that we were reminded of that episode of Friends where Joey gives his first draft of Monica and Chandler's wedding ceremony. But we shouldn't crack wise, because even if Delanoë's English vocabularity is limited, we have to wonder if Gavin has bothered to address Parisians in their native language at all.

Then it was Legatt's turn again, where he appropriately pimped all the sponsors of the Fest before introducing Perhaps Love's director, Peter Ho-Sun Chan, whose remarks were mercifully brief.

Perhaps Love