Yishaq Fu

My favorite part of film school consists of the 10-15 minutes I sometimes get to spend geeking out over movies (and other things) with my professors before and after class. During one of these sessions a few months ago, I was invited to an "Obscure Movie Night" that my professor hosts on the first Tuesday of every month at a local library. Due to scheduling conflicts, I wasn't able to attend until this month, but I now look forward to becoming a regular attendee. The "club " consists of a tight-knit group of locals who are much older than I am. It's a small town. The screening is followed by an informal discussion about the film, and after being introduced as my professor's special guest (one of his students), I was a bit nervous about this. I've been noticing the master's hand lately. I missed my bus ride home last Tuesday and had to take a later bus; because of this, I encountered this aforementioned professor. I don't think I would've attended this week otherwise. This film came to me at just the right time. I could go on and on about how it relates to my current personal/family life, but Smoke Signals also demonstrates some screenwriting/filmmaking techniques that I've been trying to put into practice. It's a charming film.

> I'm 12 years old. I run into a Synagogue. I ask the Rabbi the meaning of life. He tells me the meaning of life... But, he tells it to me in Hebrew. I don't understand Hebrew. Then he wants to charge me six hundred dollars for Hebrew lessons.