This is a summary. To read the whole story subscribe to BostonGlobe.com
When I go to the Provincetown International Film Festival, as I have done for 13 of its 14 years, I pray for rain.
The town, with its soft dappled sunlight, has to be one of the hardest places to sit in a dark theater. But sit I do because once the movies start, there is a kind of contagion about it.
The whole town is abuzz: “What have you seen?” A vortex of bleary-eyed people with festival passes hanging around their necks propels you into movie after movie.
The first year of the festival, in 1999, I was visiting here and had no idea the festival was going on.