Trying to play catch up on the massive number of indie films that have been recently is somewhate of daunting task; although it does provide me with the opportunity to wander over to Lincoln Plaza (not even a 10 minute walk from my house) and just stroll into whatever is starting soonest (and not sold out of course - but then Sunday night at 10:00 is not exactly the most sought out show time). That's how I ended up seeing 2046 yesterday.
Now there has been countless reviews, articles, interviews, blurbs, blogs, and who knows what else (can a film implode under the weight of its own press, wonder), that to add my own two cents to the vault seems pointless and self important (yeah, i know this is a blog - it's supposed to be pointless and self involved). More so, having seen the film only once I don't feel I can pry open the welded layers of metaphor that build into some sort of upside down tower of babel (now I'm mixing metaphors). It was a film that certainly made me think (though it made the friend who i saw it with confused - perhaps because he hadn't seen in the mood for love).
And anyway, no matter how cool the film is, it's cooler still that I can wander to nearly any independent theater in the city and know that whatever is starting next is gonna be good.