All the Men I Met but Never Dated

I have been coming to the Woodstock Film Festival for years, and "All the Men" hit me in a way I didn't see coming. At 60, I've seen plenty of films about love and struggle, but this one had a raw honesty that cut deep. It told the story of a closeted gay Muslim man with such grace and truth, capturing the push and pull between identity and duty in a way that felt universal.

The cinematography was beautifully restrained, and every scene lingered just enough to make you feel the weight of his choices. This film isn't loud or flashy, but it leaves a mark. It's a reminder that some battles are fought quietly, and some love stories are told best in whispers. Woodstock couldn't have picked a better film to make us all stop, think, and feel.