Of Montreal OBLITERATES Sarasota

by tully
April 20, 2007 4:06 AM
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I must begin with a non-festival note. For those of you in an around New York City, a very special day has come. Treat yourself right this weekend by going to see SYNDROMES AND A CENTURY at the IFC Center. Apichatpong Weerasethakul's latest is another sweet, sweet dream of a motion picture, which has an ending that rivals BEAU TRAVAIL for most exhilarating conclusion in movie history. But don't take my word for it. Let the hilariously pretentious Reverse Shot crew spray you with one of their hyperbolic facials right here.

As for Sarasota, I've been ending every night by declaring that it can't get any better than that, but Tom Hall might be right when he said that there's no way in hell last night will be topped. There could not have been a more perfect act for the occasion than Of Montreal, who destroyed Sarasota with a musical spectacle that was truly one for the ages. As I just overheard Matt say to someone on the telephone, Of Montreal is the future RIGHT FUCKING NOW. They were planning on staying through the weekend, but Skidmore College gave them an offer they couldn't refuse, so they had to wake up early this morning to head back up to New York. When they told me what they're getting paid, my jaw dropped to the floor. If anyone's going to Coachella next week, don't miss their set. It promises to be a highlight.

When Tom said that last night wouldn't be topped, I corrected him, for as much as I love Of Montreal, they aren't food, and as thrilling a spectacle as they are, they aren't seafood. Tonight brings the "Night of 1,000 Stars" party (aka, "Night of 7 Actors and 2 Dozen Indie Filmmakers"), which I've been dreaming about since last year's event. I don't think the world is cruel enough to let me down. It will be there again this year. There's no way it won't be. It has to be. You guys know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the goddamn SHRIMP BOAT! I told someone to bring a video camera, as I plan on getting my Cool Hand Luke on and eating 72 shrimp in one maniacal burst. I want to wake up tomorrow morning and be able to quote Three 6 Mafia and mean it when I say, "I ate so many shrimp I got iodine poisinin'."

More movies today. I finally get to see ORPHANS and KURT COBAIN: ABOUT A SON. Yippee. I'd love to get some more sun but I still need to lay low. I showed everyone my feet last night and they realized that I wasn't kidding around. This is some third-degree, permanent scar type of shit.

Oh yeah, tonight's after-party is in someone else's room. I'm trying to stay out of jail, if at all possible...

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