PARK CITY, UTAH - And so, the Fest continues, and the weekend arrives. Not a minute too soon.
In other words, thank Harvey Weinstein (or, if unavailable, Quentin Tarantino will do just fine), for all things bright and (maybe you have to be here) beautiful, for being so right on time.
In still other words, there's nothing quite like a cold, crisp, high in the Utah mountains morning after moment (or two) before the next full-day of film storm arrives to maybe have a one-on-one with Chloe Sevigny (no, not that kind!; find out what really was up with Elliot Gould, George Segal and Danny McBride during an all-nighter at Winnie's Pankcake House; and/or dream up a a good reason as to why you woke up late in the morning, face down on the floor of what sure seems like your hotel room, wearing nothing but a scarf, while an Emerson College intern sits nearby (with the window wide open) already well into the process of sharing your large fluffy complimentary bathrobe with some guy who claims to be a rising young CAA stud (or was it the second tier online critic from the Boston Globe?) who, at the moment, keeps insisting on telling us the backstory of every film clip on "Showbiz India," as it blasts from the rather impressive flat-screen.
But then, what are new best friends for?
Meanwhile, here are three more, soon to be out there films, well worth your future viewing pleasure. And, as usual, a little bit of something special, for everyone's whole lotta taste going on:
PAGING MR.LONE STAR
Who knew the clearest eyes and keenest ears into the wayward heart & mix-ed up zeitgeist soul of America were as close as San Antonio?
Well, apparently Robert Rodriguez did, which is why he teamed up with Ian Gomez to bring to the screen the real life tale of an otherwise full-service family man who leads a double-life of sorts that finds him being the go-to source for so much Hollywood and/or political world scuttlebutt, that even TMZ, the Drudge Report and the Huffington Post would cease to exist if this deep in the heart of Texas window to the WTF world decided to deep-six his connections, and thus, deprive an ever-anxious world his legendary, pitch perfect takes on what gives with the stars of today and the headlines they're seemingly so determined to deliver to the masses tomorrow.
Besides the always irascible Gomez, others in the top shelf cast include Elizabeth Pena, Sara Ramirez, Luke Wilson, Danny Trejo, and, for some unknown reason (at first), Pauly Shore.
"MINNESOTA I TOLD YOU SO"
What happens when an otherwise totally busy, seemingly 24/7 put upon wife/mother/full-time employee unexpectedly gets snowed in somewhere way the off the main highway deep in the heart of Minnesota, miles away from all those who need her?
Well, first and foremost, her mission is to stay warm. But, rather than torch her vast collection of unfinished novels, short stories, screenplays, and poetry, or, her rather bottomless pit of joke ideas for Louie Anderson, that she insists on carting around with her wherever she goes, this very determined accidental superwoman heats up her surroundings, and then some, by set out to, for once, finish something she started.
And, before you know it, she's fiendishly working like her suddenly all too trapped like depended on it. And, in many ways, it does. But don't tell that to her, because after several years of false starts she's finally just now getting to the good part.
In other words, in a race against time, that, in a perfect world would hopefully also include her rescue, this gal has only the fictitious "The End" in her sights and/or on her mind, while an assortment of emergency rescue teams fan out in the blizzard to find that special someone to make things nice and fix dinner for a family of four, currently in desperate immediate need of more than just the standard set of who, what, when, where, how, and why questions answered.
Meanwhile, Catherine Keener never looked more confident. Helping to keep things somewhat lively and cozy at the family cottage on the lake where she's trapped are two, more or less, nut job escaped cons from down Iowa way, Ashton Kutcher and Tom Arnold. And, well, let's just say, Jules and Jim they ain't.
At first glace, not the kind of film director Nicole Holofcener would otherwise seem to gearing up for after all these years, but once your in, your in for good, and, oh boy, what a strangely illuminating duration it turns out to be once the spring thaw begins to kick in.
"DETROIT CITY, MON AMOUR"
Apparently, big time blockbuster director of the moment, Sam Raimi, hasn't forgotten where he came from. Or, else why would he be so all over this anything but flashy cinematic Valentine to his once upon a time hometown?
Sure, it may be a little far-fetched, what with the no shoot-outs, no factory closings, and, little if any in the way of obvious racial and/or social unrest. But, maybe that's the point of what it really means to go back to the rust belt garden in order to properly restart your engines, so to speak.
In any case that's what it's all about, Alfie, when Bruce Campbell takes his immediate family on their once a year holiday time pilgrimage back to see the many fine folks left behind in metro Motown, hopefully before all the once proud bright lights get turned out for good.
Helping to add a definite sizzle to the mix is: Christine Lahti, Jeff Daniels, Patti Smith, Wayne Kramer, Bob Seger, Iggy Pop, local TV newsman Bill Bonds, current Detroit Mayor Dave Bing, and Detroit Piston broadcaster George Blaha.
So many films, so little time. But, as long as we're here, it's pick and chose, and catch as catch can. And, luckily, so far the aces keep turning up right before our collective eyes.
Meaning of course, since we're here for the duration, here is where we'll be, until the sad but true end of this new, bold, daring, and oh so adventurous beginning, taps out accordingly with a whole new crew of go-to legends in the making.
Cut, print it!
(Next: Part 5 - I'm not saying, I'm just saying.)