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On Some Strange Mornings: world premiere at the Big Apple Film Festival, Thursday, Nov. 2

On Some Strange Mornings, my short film about a man living with Alzheimer's who cares for his mother with dementia, makes its world premiere at the Big Apple Film Festival on Thursday, November 2nd at 9 pm.

The film tells the story of Leo Pieter, an immigrant from the Dominican Republic who struggles to preserves his words through writing poetry and prose. Born in the Dominican Republic, he lives in the Inwood neighborhood of Manhattan and attends Riverstone Senior Life Services' Memory Center in Washington Heights.

Produced and Directed by Arlene Schulman
Post Production Sound Mixing by Oscar Winner Tom Fleischman
featuring a haunting score by Javier Mendez

Please visit the Big Apple Film website for more information about tickets and other stories told on film. 

And visit One Some Strange Mornings on Facebook for news and updates.

A thank you to our generous sponsors : 809 Bar & Grill * Mike Saab of C-Town, Inwood * Riverside Car and Limo Service * Washington Heights & Inwood Council on Aging (WHICOA) * Frank Hess * Brendan Straw * Nathan Schulman * New Heights Realty * Tonnie's Minis * Compton Eye Associates * Jason Minter and Indian Road Cafe * Dichter Pharmacy and Soda Shoppe * Tryon Public House and Tubby Hook Tavern

(a Spanish version is also available)


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