First, a confession. Flood Streets is not the kind of film I'd normally go to see. I like movies about neo-Nazi drug dealers shooting it out with streetwise cops. So, after being persuaded (OK, arm-twisted) by a colleague to see Flood Streets at the Boston International Film Fest, I was totally unprepared for how much I **LOVED** this movie. Helen Krieger's script beautifully weaves together multiple characters and plot lines in a way that is totally riveting. I really **cared** about the characters and was absorbed by their very human efforts to cope, not just with life after Katrina, but with life, period. The acting was uniformly pitch perfect, and director/star Joe Meissner's performance was downright amazing. This is a film that deserves a wide audience. It's a crowd-pleaser for sure -- the Boston audience gave it two sustained ovations, once at the beginning of the credits and again when the lights came up. Kudos to the filmmakers, along with heartfelt thanks for a powerful cinematic experience.
Review of Flood Streets
