The Humboldt Film Festival is a short film festival held annually each spring in Arcata, California. The Humboldt Film Festival has been bringing independent and alternative short films to Humboldt County for forty-four years. As the world’s oldest student-run film festival the HFF created a unique venue for traditional films and alternative digital media that enjoys an international reputation for supporting and celebrating independent filmmakers working in traditional, experimental and non-traditional modes. Founded in 1967 by a group of film- loving Humboldt State University students the Humboldt Film Festival has expanded over the years to feature several days of public screenings, workshops and presentations by guest filmmakers each spring. The festival promotes the art of film, not only as a means of entertainment, but also as a vehicle for self-expression and a stimulus for dialogue about social, political and cultural issues.
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