The cinetrix had resisted the whole Harmony Korine cult ever since seeing Kids at the Harvard Square way back when. You know how it goes. You just hear so fucking much about a thing that you dig in your heels and resist the cultural riptide pulling you out to sea.
Last night, though, I succumbed to Korine's latest, Mister Lonely, screening at the Somerville Theatre, just up the road from where I saw his first. A commune of celebrity impersonators. Werner Herzog playing a priest. Oh, all right. And I'm so so glad I did.
The images will haunt my dreams.
The memories of the Q&A, however, will haunt my nightmares. More about that later, over at Green Cine, where I'll be posting intermittently throughout the Independent Film Festival of Boston.
