By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully September 8, 2005 at 10:30AM
Well, it's about goddamn time. As of tomorrow, Lodge Kerrigan's KEANE, what I boldly declare is the finest American film of this young 21st Century, opens at the Landmark Sunshine in NYC. To my friends in New York, to my enemies in New York, to my strangers in New York, I have only one thing to say:
GO SEE THIS FILM THIS FUCKING WEEKEND.
I've been talking about KEANE since this time last year, when I was destroyed by it at the NYFF press screening, but I would just like to reiterate for those of you who might not remember:
Lodge Kerrigan's KEANE is the most harrowing tale of redemption EVER COMMITTED TO CELLULOID.
For a lengthier, and more eloquent, reading of the film, check out Michael Atkinson's review in this week's Voice:
Seriously, this is cinema at its most electrifying, challenging, and devastating, and it deserves to have a packed house at every screening.
Unfortunately, I'm still stuck in Mayberry and won't be arriving in the city until next Tuesday, but I plan to see the film as soon as I arrive. That's why it's quadruply imperative that you guys see it to give it a hearty opening weekend gross.
And, no, I'm not on the Lodge Kerrigan/Magnolia Pictures/Landmark Theatres payroll. I'm on the toweringly awesome displays of cinematic virtuousity payroll.
That is all for now.