i'm just back from new york (and boy are my arms tired).
last night i saw guy x at the fest but then forgot to blog about it when i got the chance later. it was solidly okay. a black comedy heralded as a sort of catch-22esque look at the absurdity of military bureaucracy. except that it only sort of worked. there were funny bits, but they appeared and disappeared like a light bulb that isn't screwed in all the way, or like a really lame simile.
tonight i'm giving the black comedy another chance when i see wristcutters: a love story, one of the few films at the fest that i'm not seeing completely blind. film critic harlan jacobson recommended it when i went to talk cinema last weekend. i'll tell you later if harlan is completely full of shit.
and then after that i'll be at drinking liberally. join me there, or at the film for that matter. actually, if either of my readers wants to see anything with me at the fest feel free to drop me a line. i really am making this up as i go along
