I just saw DANS PARIS finally. To be completely honest, it was a little too self-aware and a lot too jazz-scored for my 33-year-old self (at nineteen I would have totally dug it). Seriously, remove that score and I think my reaction would have been almost all the way different. That isn't to say that I don't recommend it. I'm a huge fan of Romain Duris and Louis Garrel, and there are many inspired moments. But as a whole, I found myself on the outside more than on the inside, so it didn't affect me the way that I hoped it would. In THE BEAT THAT MY HEART SKIPPED I couldn't stop comparing Duris to Paul Thomas Anderson, but with the beard in this thing it felt like I was watching SILVER JEW producer Matthew Robison speak with an incredibly convincing French accent.
Oh, I should also mention that seeing the trailers for QUIET CITY and the "New Talkies: Generation DIY" series got me incredibly excited. Congratulations to everyone who has put time and energy into shaping and building this program (C. Mason Wells, I'm talkin' about YOU). Not that I haven't supported and dug these movies for quite some time now, but watching those ads made me think, "This really IS a new wave of vital, relevant filmmaking that will make its way into the history books." Really, really, really good stuff. Next week should be an absolute blast. I can't wait for Wednesday night!
Before the pre-weekend wrap-up (that sounds like an oxymoron to me but I think it makes sense), I must do some more shameless COCAINE ANGEL plugging. It has come to my attention that the more people there are who request the film on Netflix by hitting the "Save" button on the film's page, the more orders will be placed for the film itself. So even if you don't plan on renting it but you do have a Netflix account, please go there and "Save" it into your queue. That would be a very nice thing to do!
Okay, now we can get to the good stuff. Friday night promises to be one of this summer's best, as The National are playing a free show at South Street Seaport at eight o'clock. I went to a show there last year, and it might very well be my favorite free outdoor music venue in NYC. I have David Wingo to thank for urging me to keep listening to "Boxer." While I was fine with it from the very beginning, it didn't really reach a special place for me until last week. It might honestly have been the eighth or ninth listen. But at one point it just c-l-i-c-k-e-d and I now consider it to be a bona fide epic. Funnily enough, the same thing happened to me with The Walkmen's "Bow + Arrows." At first I found it to be a tad repetitious and whiny, and then one day it just c-l-i-c-k-e-d and it now stands firmly as my definitive New York City record. The feeling I get from listening to "Bows + Arrows" is how I want people to feel when they walk out of DAYDREAM. But the more that I listen to "Boxer," the more perfect it becomes. Perhaps I just roll in environments with similar tastes, but if this week's chatting has been any indication, everyone in New York City is going to be at this show. I know I will be.
In cinematic news, the undeniably awesome (I mean that in the arcade sense) THE KING OF KONG: A FISTFUL OF QUARTERS makes its theatrical debut. I attended a special screening on Tuesday night at the AMC Empire, which was followed by a reception at Dave and Buster's where Steve Wiebe showcased his skills and I drank a mug of Coors Light that held as much beer as a party ball. Instead of writing a review of my own, I would rather point you in the direction of Alison Wilmore at the IFC Blog, who once again says it better than I ever could. Seriously, between Alison and David Lowery, I never have to try to express another opinion again. Thanks, guys!
I'm also rather amped for SUPERBAD, though I can't shake the desperate wish that THE PINEAPPLE EXPRESS was opening this weekend instead. But I'll take what I can get. I'm quite excited for it.