The theme of today was long and slooow…this morning we did our typical once-a-trip alarm clock bumble and for the second day in a row I had a half hour to take a shower and run out the door. I jumed a cab up to the Varsity for BROOKLYN LOBSTER, starring an older but no less intense Danny Aiello as a fish monger about to lose his business and an older but unfunny Jane Curtin as his wife. I still love Jane though.
Maybe it’s all the reality television and documentaries in my life lately, but narrative film doesn’t seem to be moving fast enough to keep my brain interested. I perked up with a walk over to the Royal Ontario Museum for 50 WAYS OF SAYING FABULOUS, a New Zealand coming-of-age film that takes too long to build, but is charming with its 1970 style camera work and editing.
Back at the Varsity, WINTER PASSING promised a glimpse of Will Farrell’s serious side, which turns out to be almost as funny as his silly side. Zoey Deschanel is brooding but charming and Ed Harris is brilliant as usual and nearly unrecognizable as her aging novelist father. Despite good performances, the film still seems somewhat pretentious.
After a quick bite, I met up with Matthew for Philip Seymour Hoffman as CAPOTE. Hoffman exquisitely captures the author’s mannerisms and ego. The Clutter murders become even more disturbing than In Cold Blood and it is evident why Tru never completed another book. His relationship with Harper Lee (a plain jane Catherine Keener) is a large side story, as it was in his life. Just as powerful as the book and the 1967 film, this bio-pic should stand the test of time as a definitive work.
Roger and Don (our booker out of LA) joined us for a self-indulgent look at Cameron Crowe’s ELIZABETHTOWN. Don’t be fooled, nothing else of interest was playing at the time, so this one was just for us. Before the film began, we were informed that it was a work-in-progress and Mr. Crowe would be doing some more editing. At 135 minutes and with a few bad reviews out of Venice, it didn’t seem like a bad idea. Don’t get me wrong, Crowe is great, and although it did seem a bit long and disjointed in places, this one ranks right up there with his others. Besides, anyone that can make Kirsten Dunst not seem so annoying is truly an artist…
The four of us had dinner and talked shop. Then after some computer troubles, here we sit in the lobby of the hotel at 1 AM planning our day tomorrow…
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