After 3 years in Seattle, and this our 4th Seattle International Film Festival, I was determined to do it properly this time. In past years, we hadn’t grokked onto the SIFF thing until the final week, racing to see two, maybe three movies before the whole shebang ended. There was that strange Korean film at the Harvard. There was Torreros ’73 at the Egyptian. And there were a lot of film freaks who got there before us and took the best seats.