Astoria beamed last night with Queens’ Sci-Fi Film Fest, warping NYC’s spring at a Steinway theater. Curator Tariq Evans rolled *Blade Runner* as 200 gaped, a $12 ticket dive into dystopia. It’s borough stars—pure Queens vibe, reels hot. A kid mimed a replicant; a pro quoted Roy. ‘Queens dreams—this is it,’ Evans says, dimming lights. The screen turned cosmos.
The fest’s fresh—March 16’s kickoff, it tripled since RSVPs, packing seats by 7 p.m. Evans, a LIC cinephile; last night’s crowd hit max—projectors hummed. A latecomer nabbed a row; popcorn flew—NYC grit glowed. Runs through Sunday—sci-fi ruled. #QueensSciFi trended; Brooklyn’s spaced out.
Some griped—’Too dark,’ sniped a newbie, dodging gloom. Sound buzzed—fixed quick; films rolled. A rival’s pitching a Flushing reel, splitting screens. Still, 300 stayed—futures reigned. Astoria’s never warped so bold.
Evans hints at a marathon, maybe a cosplay if spring bites. ‘NYC’s stars—this screens ‘em,’ he says, stacking reels. The fest’s a Queens win—grit meets galaxy. It’s a film rush; catch a flick. Bring a cloak—worlds call.