Photo: Andrew Lucre
Don't have any sad Sunday movies (yep, 'course I do but that's not fare to Santa;)). I mean the real SANTA. Whaqt! XMas is over! U mean no more Patrick Stewart! Or is that Jimmy Stewart.
Feeling like Susie, the agent, in The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel. The only gig my deer friend 'Cassie' (the limping deer from my garden) might get now is the 'Jon Stewart X-Mas' special. Wangled her a job on Santa's sleigh this year (well last, now) and she loved it. Well 'pissed off' the 'MeToo' deer (mostly female …hmmm on the red gravy train) who were just plainly jealous of her tiny success. "U got a problem with Jewish reindeer! Bring it on!" Her words were a little more 'cherry ripe' than that though. Then there was the 'bucks' party. Oh dear.
NO !!! says Ricky Gervais. Hope is a delusion. Save her! Money from criticizing hope is REAL!
OK: Cassie's A/C is *****0007***** :)
Here's a couple of flics that might not change a life but certainly maybe re-orientate one:
Tully (as if writer Diablo Cody would premise her whole movie on a conceit that she didn't believe in and hoping millions of others would)- hello critics..those ..who've not scene/seen/experienced….
Leave No Trace seems like a real 'lefty' movie. It's actually about a guy who most probably believed in the simple SOMETHING yet when he experienced and learned of the realty just couldn't believe the complication of consequences! A really beautiful movie about belonging, disenchantment, hope. Should anyone ever belong to anything, of course there is no 'should' in belief, happiness is one's experienced beliefs. But then..'interrogate' in a nice way..if your own offspring don't/can't interrogate you then really what is the point or the reality?!
Easy Living, director Adam Keleman’s directorial debut. Seems like all sodden 'indie fare'. Hmmm. Think agin. Oil painting is not dead nor are indie films in the vein of Cassavetes! Live and let die! The feature film world should see much more of Caroline Dhavernas (Sherry). Easy Living deploys every cliche in the film book. Yet every Adam Keleman cliche is the origin of cliche. Reality is palpable.
And everyone's seen The Good Place, right? And the exquisitely moving Loving Vincent. The power of animated reality! And a murder mystery to boot.
The Commuter didn't fare that well critically but so adroitly directed/scripted and Liam Neeson doesn't take on 'crap' (well rarely) It's 'Philp K. Dick-ness' totally plausible to me- only one character element, but I would have to check that again as I had just imbibed a few too 'cherry ripe'.
Wouldn't this make a bizarre movie double-bill: Lean on Pete and Margin Call? Which would program first?
A great nuanced weathered/patina'd performance from Kevin Spacey in that formidable ensemble cast of Margin Call. No-one can deny that. Lean on Pete really needs a big screen such is its enveloping visual finesse. A familiar story made all too familiar by director Andrew Haight even if such realm had been for some forever foreign.
Writing to Furtwängler and the Beethoven 9th..not his greatest recording but nothing he did was not …! …Inimitable energy even when things seemingly grind to almost a halt. I remember being the guest of conductor Giuseppe Sinopoli at Taormina when he conducted same under Mount Vesuvius. One needs at least a stroke if not a strophe of madness to conduct this symphony…..
Orson Welles: !!! pre pre Jean Luc Godard?
What is so salient nowadays, as if it ever wasn't, are the totally similar versions of Welles' Othello. Both the same reality yet both so very different! Re-voiced, re-edited. Who does that now? Want to read Michael MacLiammoir’s book now about the shooting saga, Put Money in Thy Purse?
Was the VERY last day to see Congolese artist Bodys Isek Kingelez: City Dreams at MoMA. A must not miss show of recent years. "He transformed paper, commercial packaging, and other everyday materials into dazzling, intricate sculptures that suggest utopian possibilities for global urban sites." There's even a virtual reality goggles tour of his 'city'. "The artist’s first retrospective and the first substantial monographic presentation of his work in the US."
u know- seeing Martha Rosler in the flesh does nothing for the reproduction. I wouldn't say she was the WARHOL of her time 'cause there was no Warhol except Warhol. But she was the one of the few (hedge aginst feminist outrage) who fashioned words, the every day, nay the banal, into memorable ART. Found objects (though sometimes just photos of such) become enormously political through virtue of their banality.
Her kicking (dancing prosthetic) leg could easily be admired on the international art fair circuit for the next generation if not further.
tbc after all that ….?
'they wish i's don't get around much any more…..'
dream on….
as they say in the seaward, tomorrow is another pearl.
Long live The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel!
