Day 7: September 10
I've been told, by my girlfriend no less,
that these diary reports are becoming increasing incoherent. As I indicated
several days ago (or was it weeks?), the mind mushes at fest time. Mush is a
funny word to type. Mush. Much mush must mush mush mush. Mush.
rate, another day spent dashing from film to film. I've been managing about 10
minutes between screenings, which means McD's for lunch and some Nachos at 12am
for "dinner". While my legs get more fit-like, my colon no doubt feels like
it's watching the Wavelengths program or Canadian Shorts 24/7.
to see that Jarmusch snuck into the reserved section at the Ramones doc
screening. It's always gratifying to see that film people you actually like and
respect still actually watch a film or two, rather than, say, slump over some
coked-up stupor on some expensive escort's lap after stumbling home from the
local peeler bar, the way that, say, a Mickey Rourque or DeNiro might allegedly
have done in years gone by.
OK, maybe I should go sleep now...
Tom Dowd and the Language of
Directed by: Mark Moormann
Tracing the career of
Atlantic Records' main engineer (including his role in the Manhattan Project!),
the doc is part historical tale, part introduction to the world of record
engineering. The credits for Tom are impressive to say the least, everyone from
the Allman's to Coltrane. The film isn't technical, nor does it dumb down its
story. A must see for any fan of popular music from the latter half of the 20th
Enquête sur le monde
Directed by: Jean Michel Roux
A new-agey, silly
look at the outlandish Icelandish assertion that there be faeries amongst us.
Not funny enough to be the Spinal Tap of gnome-under-the-rock-in-my-yard
films, the movie plays like one of those silly books of mysticism found at your
local gas station counter. Flaky synth pads contribute to the laconic mood of
the film, and it degenerates into little more than poor effects to simulate
cloud-like apparitions to medium-shot interviews with delusional Icelandians.
Directed by: David
Thewlis' directorial debut, Cheeky is the tale of a
widower who gets sucked into the fantastic life of the quiz show contestant.
Improbable, sure, but certainly sweet in its own way, if entirely forgettable
about an hour after viewing it. Thewlis is a fine actor, and he doesn't get in
the way of the film, it's just that there's not so much to work with. Expect
better flicks from him in the future.
An intesely personal portait by Demme of a long time
friend, Jean Dominique. A media figure in Haiti, he ran the radio station that
provided the voice of dissent for the nation. You see the gut-wrenchingly poor
state of Haiti (becoming all the worse as the film goes on), and a couple of
broadcasts, but little else in terms of situating the tale in a larger context.
An fine film, touching if not exceptional.
Directed by: Vishal
Macbeth and The Godfather, set in India. This ain't no
Kurusawa'ian retelling of Shakespeare, and it drags all to hell. Still, it's
got some interesting bits, and, well, they sing! By Bollywood standards, this
is, well, Shakespearian.
End of the Century: The Story of the
Directed by: Jim Fields, Michael
Everything you want to know about the Ramones, as told by
many of the people who were there to remember. Boring in places, but generally
holds together quite well. A nice compliment to last year's MC5