Manhattan’s Film Fair Rolls in SoHo

SoHo screened last night with Manhattan’s Film Fair, framing NYC’s spring at a Spring Street lot. Curator Mia Chen rolled *Taxi Driver* as 300 watched, a $10 ticket fest of reels. It’s borough takes—pure SoHo vibe, screens hot. A kid gaped at Travis; a pro quoted lines. ‘Manhattan films—this is it,’ Chen says, dimming lights. The stalls turned cinema.

The fair’s fresh—April 4’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing rows by noon. Chen’s a LES cinephile; last night’s crowd hit max—projectors hummed. A latecomer nabbed a spot; popcorn crunched—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—stories ruled. #NYCFilmFair trended; Brooklyn wants a reel.

Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a newbie, dodging sound. Wind flicked—tents held; tales held. A rival’s pitching a Chelsea screen, splitting frames. Still, 400 stayed—reels reigned. SoHo’s never rolled so bold.

Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a Q&A if spring bites. ‘NYC’s lens—this frames it,’ she says, packing reels. The fair’s a Manhattan win—grit meets art. It’s a film rush; catch the next. Bring a chair—takes call.