So many images. In the Future They Ate from the Finest Porcelain), Larissa Sansour & Søren Lind ...After He Left, Athi-Patra Ruga Sonic Fictions, Grace Passô A Space Exodus, Larissa Sansour
While I wasn't paying good attention in this pandemic year, turns out many present/former students got up to movie making. Which is particularly impressive because there are no production facilities/courses to speak of. Even better, it evolved from a COVID-born online movie watching/discussion group, with a list that exceeds 500 titles at last count. (I am particularly in love with their double features.)
Bias acknowledged, ma non c'è male! The short is good, fucking weird, and wears its influences/thefts proudly. The adherence to masking protocols here (see Behind the Scenes below) and on their previous production hurt my black heart because they are getting it done regardless but jfc, this year.
(It occurs to me that I may have to meet/apologize to the director's parents at graduation this spring for whatever bad ideas I might have transmitted via one enrichment thingie and the subsequent two classes with me during said student's undergraduate career.)
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.
Gun Crazy
Network
Little Murders
Taxi Driver
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.]
Anyhoo, this one would work on a triple bill with, um, Tabloidand Maxed Out.
43 y o mom of 8 Jackie
David 74 Siegel
Mrs. Florida
friend Tina foreclose
dead pets 5K
going to visit the children's wing
90K sq ft
room full of bikes
1st kids poor [David's]
$5M Chinese marble
DOG SHIT
"I haven't put anything aside."
everyone wants to vacation [about time share]
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
Philippino nanny
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.