There Will Be A Boner In My Pants Tonight At 7 O'Clock

By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully December 11, 2007 at 6:49AM

There Will Be A Boner In My Pants Tonight At 7 O'Clock
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Actually, there will be a boner in my boxers when I wake up tomorrow morning. Actually, there already do be a boner down there. That's because the day has finally come to see THERE WILL BE BLOOD with my own two eyes! I must profess that it wasn't until PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE that I became an official believer in the power of Paul Thomas Anderson, but I feel confident that he's shaken off the youthful bravado that kept me from appreciating his earlier work. While it's always been clear that the man has an extraordinary gift, with his first few films I couldn't shake the feeling that I was watching the work of a precocious kid who was aping his influences too directly to be anything more than impressive, but aggravating, mimicry. Oh yeah, and I was really, really jealous of him (forgive me, Father, for I am a baby). But something happened with PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE that made me think PTA was finally tapping into himself as much as his influences, and while my recent viewing of A PERFECT COUPLE made me realize that he hadn't abandoned Altman completely--he had simply chosen to tackle obscure Altman--the film still had a sincerity and intimacy that felt 100% PTA, as opposed to the other ones that felt about 55% PTA at best. Saturday night I was in a kitchen surrounded by screaming, drunken film critics (yes, that really is as hilarious as it sounds) and the nearly universal consensus is that THERE WILL BE BLOOD is a work of the highest order. I will be sure to let you guys know what I think once the smoke has cleared.

In other NYC cinema news, I'd like to remind everyone that the week-long HOLY MODAL ROUNDERS party is still taking place at the Anthology. I'll be there Wednesday night for the screening and post-film performance by the one-and-only Muscular Christians at Parkside Lounge. If you haven't gone yet, you should. Only two more nights to experience the magic!

Uptown at the Walter Reade, this year's Spanish Cinema Now series is off and running. It's too late to recommend the opening night selection, Felix Viscarret's UNDER THE STARS, but in case you come across this title again, I very much recommend it. While the general synopsis makes it sound familiar--down on his luck guy moves back to his tiny hometown when his dad dies and learns valuable lessons along the way--the film itself takes many unexpected turns and is surprisingly frank and raw. But the rawness never gets too raw, and it is this delicate balancing of hope and hopefulness that makes UNDER THE STARS such a rewarding experience. The film also contains one of my favorite shots of the year, a slow-motion dusk-for-night gem that left me breathless.

Did I mention that I have a boner?

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