Well, the one and only Maury Maverick, here staring at a pen as if it were a fecal sample, greets you this AM on the ever-so-early day of the writer. Since we live a little bit of distance from C’quest, it’s time to suit up and fight the traffic but we’re sure to miss a smidgeon of the 5 hours of talk for writers and them who want to be one; especially to see Terry Zwigoff weigh in on loads of topics at 1pm at SJSU-UT, that is to say the San Jose State Univerisity Theater.
So we’ll make it brief this morning. Let’s work backwards: tonight is Strigoi at midnight for those uncertain on the difference between landlords and vampires; life in the Bay Area has already made that abundantly clear.
Two programs of shorts, 4-5; seen The Spine yet? That’s at Shorts 4, and it’s murderously good. Moreover, there are several other worthwhile cartoons on the bill. It’s 7pm at Cam 3. And that too is concurrent with The Student Prince at Old Heidelberg, 7 at the California Theatre. So, another scheduling conflict.
Let’s scan over the titles: Kill the Habit at noon, Cam 12, one of your dump-the-dead-body-in-time-for-the-briss films. Today, because time presses, we shall rely on “bullcrit,” the science of relying on someone else’s reviews, in this case MSG: “Lili Mirojnick (if I say she was in Cloverfield, will you remember which one? I don’t) plays Galia, who gets her recreational drugs from a particularly obnoxious dealer. After an argument about money, Galia clobbers the dealer with his favorite mineral specimen. What do to with the body? Galia enlists the help of her fried Soti (ditto, The Hangover), but the arrival of the dealer’s mouthy ex-wife, Cardamosa (the names are all exceedingly quirky), complicates the operation. Director Laura Neri provides some mild laughs as the trio wrestles with smuggling the dealer’s body past clueless onlookers—most of them coming from Maria-Elena Laas’ Rosario Dawson imitation as the uninhibited, sassy Latina Cardamosa. An interesting layer comes from the revelation that Soti has a lesbian crush on Galia. The film, however, suffers from an excess of small-camera jitters.”
The one I was a mite curious about, Cummings Farm runs, wouldn’t you know it, concurrent with Mr. Terry’s talk, so we’re going to miss that. You don’t have to: (1:30, Cam 12). Sounds like Humpday with a dozen people in it.
Desert of Forbidden Art has some kind of rhyming scheme with a movie I was about to sit down and watch, The Art of The Steal. It’s about the ultimate salon des refusees: a museum of modern art constructed in Uzbekistan to house the paintings of decadent western surrealists and so forth who declined to paint the USSR’s favorite types of art. Ben Kingsley, Sally Field and Edward Asner got involved in the mess. Intressant.
Say, here’s a title made for the cineaste: Love Life of a Gentle Coward (C12, 2pm). Maybe if it were “Gentle Maverick Coward”. Guy Maddin put it nicely, when describing the plot of The Unknown: “the cowardly way to win a woman’s heart is something we’ve all tried at one time or another.” It is a Cockey pick, and if you’re only going to see one Croatian film this year, etc.
Got to run, more shortly.