NYFF Mini-Mega-Mix

by tully
October 11, 2007 1:29 AM
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I apologize for dropping the slack on my NYFF coverage, but I hit a bit of a wall and general living has gotten in the way of the nerddom it takes to write so much for so little (as in: NO) monetary gain. But I thought I'd spit out some quick takes on films before I head out for this morning's PERSEPOLIS screening.

NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN -- I think this movie might be a flat-out masterpiece. A third act development left me feeling disappointed, but in hindsight I'm okay with that. Still, I can't deny that I felt an emotional letdown. But that aside, this is filmmaking at its most assured and masterful and I would call it the Coen Brothers' best film by far. This makes FARGO look like a sketch of a movie. I can't wait to read David Lowery's take on the adaptation, for I have no baggage with Cormac McCarthy's novel. That said, I will be shocked if he doesn't consider it to be a near perfect transfer to the big screen. I can't wait to see this again, and if it doesn't even make a kinda-sorta splash at the box office, I officially give up.

PARANOID PARK -- It's hard to be objective with a filmmaker who shares almost every creative instinct with my own tiny brain. My only criticism of this thing is that the last slow-motion walking sequence (in the mall) could have potentially been left out. Otherwise, Gus Van Sant absolutely drilled it this time around, incorporating all of his influences to create something distinct and memorable. That said, show me pretty slo-mo footage set to Elliott Smith and I'll get goosebumps no matter what. But it's not as simple as that, which is why I admire this film so much. Afterwards, some comparisons to Larry Clark came up, and that's when I had a bit of a revelation, an easy way to differentiate between the two: Larry Clark wants to fuck the little girls in his films, while Gus Van Sant wants to fuck the little boys.

RUNNIN' DOWN A DREAM: TOM PETTY AND THE HEARTBREAKERS -- I was so excited for the screening of Peter Bogdanovich's 4-hour 13-minute doc about The Petty that I ate a brownie before yesterday morning's 10am press screening. Now that the dust has settled, my take on the "big event" is that it was eerily similar to the music of Petty himself: fine, pleasant, above-average, but otherwise nothing groundbreaking. It was just kinda there (albeit pleasantly so). Still, it didn't feel too long--which is saying something--and there is some footage of The Traveling Wilburys in the studio that made my stomach drop. It's quite stunning. While there's nothing amazing about the doc, I still consider it a must-see for anyone who has a passing interest in rock music of the past fifty years. It almost plays like a rock-and-roll ZELIG. This fuckin' guy played with everybody!

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  • Noralil Ryan Fores | October 13, 2007 2:24 AMReply

    Haven't seen the doc, but I felt the same lukewarm reception in attempting, on numerous occasions to plough through the Petty bio interviews by Paul Zollo. Same damn exact reaction. Like you said, I guess that's just Petty.

  • this is amazing | October 12, 2007 6:54 AMReply

    this is indeed amazing:


  • tully | October 12, 2007 1:37 AMReply

    agreed, Mr. Lieberman. i think it's just the superficial portrait of teen skateboarders and the... shall we say "care"... with with each man photographs his subjects. though i think they're completely different. and sorry, Filmbrain. you didn't miss much. Petty rocked the house by his damn self!

  • Michael Lieberman | October 11, 2007 10:04 AMReply

    I kept hearing the Larry Clark comparisons to GVS as well, though I disagree a bit. Clark is more overt, artless, and shameless about his desires, whereas it's part of GVS's aesthetics to use formal choices to describe his. That said, Paranoid Park is a bit on the pervy side at times, but oh well.

  • Filmbrain | October 11, 2007 8:54 AMReply

    Not that I advocate the use of brownies by any means, but you could of brought some for the rest of us, you know. . .