Like a repo man, the cinetrix is never off duty. And so it was that she found herself yesterday morning doing more--as the army ads used to say--before 7 a.m. than most cinephages do all day.
An early morning trip south to Boston for a 9 a.m. appointment had the cinetrix working backwards onto a 5:20 a.m. bus. It was the same outfit that brought her Altman's valedictory last month in such a timely fashion. Yesterday, the predawn presentation was An Inconvenient Truth. That's right, 100 minutes of Al Gore before dawn.
Some background. The cinetrix and the 'Fesser skipped out on seeing this doc with his parents this summer. It screened in the next hamlet over as a benefit for the county Democratic organization of which my father-in-law was an officer. We claimed fatigue or something lame. They came back equal parts enraged and energized.
As cinema, Truth is far from revolutionary. The power of its ideas and some clever editing tricks do a lot to transform what is basically a lecture into something kinetic. But for my in-laws it was enough to do what all the best movies do--send them out of the theater transfigured.
On a lighter note, it may be wrong, but if it is, the cinetrix doesn't want to be right. I'm dying to see Gore and David Byrne engage in the PowerPoint presentation version of a DJ battle. There's more overlap between the two than you might want to acknowledge...
