While Pete and Andrew McClennan must think I’m stalking them, I’m having a ball at MIFF this year. I’ve seen about seventy-three films so far, and most of them have at least been endurable, if nothing to write home about. I’ve got two up my sleeve that I’ve not reviewed yet, because they’re not that good, and I’m working up a fine head of vitriol for them. I’ve also got a couple that I’m not supposed to review, but you can’t stop the signal, man.
(if you don’t get it, I’m sorry)
Anyway, below this post, MIFFs 1,2 &3 – my contributions to The Program thus far. Tomorrow, look for me to dazzle with nastiness and a review of Steve Buscemi’s latest film.
The first thing I wrote. Again, before the festival, but these films I really liked. Particularly Hamlet, which is still something of a novelty to me. Huzzah, Redding! I shall endeavour to make everyone see your film! Heh. Horatio. Heh. (more…)
These films I saw before the festival, yes, actually saw – Aims will have seen these ones already, since I asked her to have a look at them before I sent them to Lisa – I thought I might have been just a little nasty to poor old Ethan Hawke. Then I thought, well, if you make self-indulgent tripe, that even I can’t bear, having a go not just at a relationship that’s nearly twenty years old now, but also altering the novel you wrote to try and make Uma look bad? Well, I should have been nastier, is all I’m saying. (more…)
The third of what I sent The Program, this one has Yo, Dog Bite Dog, and Yella – all films I actually liked, which is cool. Have a look-see, but mostly, marvel that I posted this one first, so that when you look at the actual site, it’s gone 1,2,3 in order! Goooo thinking! Note especially Dog Bite Dog, which I loved, but I was tempted to call the review “Crouching Tiger, Hidden What The…?” (more…)
Hidey-ho, random family members who have yet to give up on me.
I’ve been horribly neglectful of this space, I know. I could make excuses, but you’ll all call “bullshit,” since you all know me, and stuff.
The most important thing to impart, though, is that I’ve got the whole Media thing going ON at The Program for the Film Festival (and I’ve picked it up. they can’t take it back!), so there’s going to be something of a glut of reviews.
I’d like to get the ball rolling by wondering what the FUCK happened to my copy of The Hottest State. I think I remember the girl being a kindergarten teacher. I don’t recall her name being Sarah. I don’t think that the book imparted such a sense that William was not to blame; I think that comes as part of Ethan Hawke’s defensiveness post Uma-divorce.
You know how I would be able to check that out?
If I had the book.
Oh, sweet hardcover teeny Ethan Hawke book, where have you gone? I yearn for you! You know, in that “get me out of trouble with my editor” way.
Anyway, a story to tell and reviews to come – sorry I’ve been sucking on this. On the bright side, though, I’ve totally won a hundred dollars on Wimbledon and ripped a bunch of my cds onto my ipod. Huzzah!
