When we imagined the Berkshire International Film Festival we talked of bringing friends to share this beautiful place we call home. We would select the best films from around the world, creating an environment that would invite dialog, coax discussion and infuse the smart chatter of new friends.
There is nothing quite like a film festival in the Berkshires of New England.
Classic Norman Rockwell small towns filled with cafes. Apple trees. History. And would now be bustling with filmmakers and actors and producers and just plain enthusiasts.
We’d select the smartest reviewers to choose from the now over eight hundred submissions around the globe and find eighty of the best.
We’d invite the movers and shakers in the business to host our Tea Talks. Talks that inform and enliven and wend their way through the real stuff that is filmmaking.
We’d honor the filmmakers with a seminar to immerse them in the wisdom of some of Hollywood’s best and brightest. And ensure they are on hand to share the story of their film story with all viewers.
Each year we’d honor and feature those that have made a true difference in filmmaking.
Martin Scorcese. Doug Trumbull. Rachel Weisz. Christopher Plummer.
Those dreams started fifteen years ago. And have come to glorious fruition today.
Our audience is whip-smart and fun.
Our setting is that of pastoral beauty.
Our gatherings feature cozy atmospheres, whoops of laughter, and classic Berkshires farm-to-table.
And, most importantly, our films. Curated at the highest level and presented in order and focus to honor their place in the industry today.
BIFF. The bounty of film. The beauty of the Berkshires.