I approached the Chicago International Film Festival ["The Reader's Guide to the Chicago International Film Festival," October 9 and 16] with the same sense of delight with which I greet all the diverse festivals Chicago offers throughout the year. This one drew an exceptionally smart crowd; it had to be to decipher the program. The ticketing process seemed equally baffling; one woman was trying to "scalp" tickets to a weekend film that she couldn't make because she couldn't exchange them and said her E-mail about this had gone unanswered. The ubiquitous introducers/survey hawkers were terribly witty, too. One native English speaker said of the audience balloting process that she "couldn't explain it using small words." Also humorous was the sight of a throng of unsuspecting viewers who strode out onto the Magnificent Mile with napkins and candy wrappers attached to their shoes, though the stickiness of the floor should have given them fair warning. It was also a good one to relegate the black cinema portion of the program to Chatham--sort of a cinematic apartheid!