Once more to the barricades w. Something in the Air [ed., No idea]
why are they in underwear in bed
crickets and peepers sound design
testimony: eyes reading faces
drugs & cars & hip hop
Another slight experience. Mostly I remember the use of Azealia Banks' "212" and the way that Emma Watson's hair moved. My pal KTZ told me I should check out the reality show starring the girl Watson's character is based on. Maybe while I'm ironing.
At the Nugget Theatre in Hanover, NH, on what turned out to be the Friday of Darmouth's reunion weekend, June 14 [the day before I left for the Flaherty Seminar]. Oof.
[Discerned from writing over other writing] I had one in my bosom and one in my pocketbook.
2. There is a quote
Farther than that ye can see
French English Arabic
3. Contact sheets
Kids, I think I overprimed the pump. Sunset especially is tied to a very fraught moment in my life. This one, I felt distant. Would like to revisit. I still chuckle at Delpy's titty titty pussy snore routine-sex bit. The sort of nastiness that only comes from true intimacy.
At this late-night screening at the Somerville Theatre, I sat two seats over from director Bobcat Goldthwait's friend of many years, Tony V. [who plays the pedophile in the pancake house, if you must know], which put me in the comedians-giving-each-other-the-business-badinage crossfire. [See below.]
Here's what I wrote on the back of a Brattle Film Foundation membership form about God Bless America:
"This is a v. violent movie about kindness." - Tony V.
It's go time.
Bonnie & Clyde
"Oh, Frank would shoot you right in the fucking mouth."
What I remember: Liking it so much that I made a point of recommending it to friends who'd worked for a tabloid that rhymes with Muss Meekly; laughing through the whole Q&A; enjoying Freddie Rumson going vigilante. I later rewatched it with the 'Fesser and Oat Soda on Netflix Instant, and a fine time was had by all.
Oh, Kid-Thing. What a creepy little picture from the Zellner boys. Here's what I wrote on a napkin:
Bachrach wordless singing
'70s movie blonde
Jackie Earle Haley
What I remember: Really liking the tomboy stylings of protag Annie, especially her problem-solving mixed with secrecy mixed with random cruelty; feeling sad when Susan Tyrrell, who played Esther and was so magnificent in Fat City died this summer.
“The last thing my mother said to me,” Ms. Tyrrell said in a 2000 interview with LA Weekly, “was, ‘SuSu, your life is a celebration of everything that is cheap and tawdry.’ I’ve always liked that, and I’ve always tried to live up to it.”
So Yong Kim's films sound totally up my street, but For Ellenwas the first I managed to see projected. [It was also the second film I saw at this year's IFFBoston.] I'm not gonna lie -- it kind of irritated me. Basically, I liked Cleanbetter.
Here's what I wrote on the back on my boarding pass:
shifter on steering yoke hand unheld
long skinny rocker legs vs. little girl in moon boots
[illegible] intensity of shopping excursion = audience giggles
TRIBECA: Did you and Paul hit it off right away? Did you find the energy to feed off of each other?
JON HEDER: Yes and no. I am, by nature, a lot like Butler. And Paul certainly plays a lot of the role “in character,” but if it was strict to the script and so controlled, it would feel like, This is acting. But it wasn’t so controlled, so we could just kind of try different takes and feel things out. So it was him just being very real.
The first thing you notice are Wayne's searing blue eyes.
Or at least that's the first thing I scribbled about a doc I can't recommend highly enough: Beauty Is Embarrassing, which played at Full Frame and IFFBoston this spring [I caught it at the former]. You need to know about Wayne White. And then tell your friends. In fact, when my former student Vince -- a gifted artist who transferred to the School of the Art Institute of Chicago -- showed up at Film Forum after I put out a general Facebook call for folks to come see Celine and Julie Go Boating with me this past May, I insisted he see this film about a fellow southern eccentric. Fast-forward to last month, when Vince's status update read:
Makin downhome trash art with one of my personal Southern artist heros Wayne White at 3rdWard! Shit, Yeah! @waynewhitedoc
And here's what I scribbled on the back of a sheet detailing the A&E IndieFilms Speakeasy schedule:
Here's what I wrote on the other half of that Speakeasy flyer, about The Queen of Versailles, the latest from Lauren Greenfield, whose photography and film Thin I love, and with whom I randomly wandered Harvard Square in the company of a group of her undergrad classmates, when we were in town for our respective college's respective reunions. [The cinetrix has a bit of the will o' the wisp about her.]
like a Rockefeller, [illegible] show them [illegible] they can.
time share vacations = health
sell every unit 52x (Vegas: Sid S)
Jonquil - niece
Miss America 2008
19 --> 5 staff
What I remember: Jackie's attempts at economies. She goes to a big box, then buys a bunch of shit they already have, trailed around the space by a retinue dragging overflowing shopping carts. Empty cube farms. Greenfield's palpable affection for her subjects. Even when they have a servant wear a costume for a holiday party. And, DOG SHIT. EVERYWHERE.