Since I was unable to attend the David Gordon Green hosted double-bill at the IFC Center last night, I had my own tribute to 1970s Hollywood, which was sponsored by--you guessed it--Netflix. My film of choice:
Previously, I'd only ever seen this thing on a shitty full-screen presentation. From the very first shot I knew that I was in for a completely new experience. I was right. Too fucking beautiful.
The editing in this film is one of its greatest assets, like they almost always cut out of a scene on action or when the viewer expects something really dramatic or interesting is going to happen. Instead of creating a sense of frustration, this technique creates a sense of propulsion--negative energy, in some weird way--that makes it consistently compelling. And I will go down on record as saying that the cut out of the first diner scene, when Hackman orders "a bottle of beer and a chocolate donut" and Pacino, clearly not in character, bursts out laughing, might be my favorite edit in cinema history.
Of course it builds to a melodramatic finale, which kind of defeats the purpose of the previous hour and a half, but this time around, I went with it more than I had in the past. Perhaps it was the stunning cinematography. If Tim Orr isn't the new Nestor Almendros, there isn't one.
Also watched Jim Van Bebber's THE MANSON FAMILY this weekend. After having worked so hard on the mighty COCAINE ANGEL, I admire the toil this guy put into his film. Too bad it kinda blows. For my money, DEADBEAT AT DAWN is the Van Bebber film to watch for pure ridiculous entertainment. That's like Ed Wood directing THE WARRIORS or some shit.
Can't wait to see the lineup for this year's NYFF. We should know by Friday...