The final day of screenings for Lawrence and myself provided a number of great veiwing experiences, as well as one that really bugged us. (Yeah, that was a little too obvious, I know.) Lilya 4-Ever made us sob, 36th Chamber of Shaolin made us cheer and Mimic: Sentinel gave us gas. Or at least it gave me gas. Also, the old lady sitting in front of us had gas, according to Lawrence.

In the end it didn't matter how many of us had gas, it was still a great way to top off a fantastic festival. We'll see you bastiches next year!

After watching Lilya 4-Ever, Lawrence mutters to himself while clutching his prized package of free DVDs. Jerk.	Lawrence's sister Julie prays to God that everything works out for Lilya 4-Ever. *sniff*
Michael is visibly bugged after witnessing the mimicing events in Mimic: Sentinel. Thank God that Rosie was okay! *whew*	Ashley, the official spokescat of the 12th Philadelphia Film Festival, says: "Meow meow mew mew meoooow. Meow, mew mew meow meow." Well said, Ashley!
No caption can suitably describe what a monstrously ugly young man Michael is. Thankfully, this is the last photo for this year.