Rooftop Films just filled us in on its Summer Series’s opening weekend, along with its shorts lineup and more. If you didn’t make it down to SXSW and missed TV on the Radio’s Tunde Adebimpe winging Jason Schwatzman in 7 Chinese Brothers, good news: the film will be screening May 30, with Schwartzman and director Bob Byington doing a q&a after, and some free-flowing vodka after that.
Sup film lovers? We’ve got some new things and old things for you this week, as usual. But this time around even our new film selections have a heavy gaze toward the past, whether it’s a 93-year-old woman who still reigns as a style sultan for women of all ages or a Mexican film that looks like it could have been made by Jean Luc Godard in 1968. Time is elastic y’all we know but stop wasting it sitting in front of your laptop and shell out a few bones to support your local independent Cini Mini and see reels on the big screen. It’s worth it, believe us.
Things are looking pretty bleak on Earth right now. We can’t say we’re surprised, but we’re certainly not happy about it. Let’s hope you’re either doing something about it or saying something about it preferably beyond Facebook status updates. In recognition of our fraught existence on Planet Doom, this week we’ve included some films and film series that seek to remind us that humans can do cool stuff sometimes, or they can simply succumb to horrifying diseases, tyrannical powers, and/or depravity. It’s up to you, sort of.
Welcome back to another week of exciting film picks by us. Again, you ask? Yes, again. Relentless? Perhaps. Hint: it will never end. So get used to this undeniable brilliance mixed with essential despair because based on what the stars are telling me, this will never subside. That is unless of course Waka Flocka Flame actually does win the Presidency. In that case, the revolution will have come and gone and only a perfect utopia will remain. At that point I can’t make any promises. Until then, we have each other.
Sup guys? Stuff got a little out of hand last week with all those space films and so this time around we’re bringing you back down to earth. Though as always we’re keeping it weird. This week we’ve got surreal takes on film strips that have been sliced, diced, and “inappropriated.” Also in our lineup (which doesn’t include this week’s standout Tribeca Film Festival screenings; click here for those) is an account of the cray stuff that can happen when IRL begins to reflect art. So welcome back to hell, we’re glad you could join us once again.
This week, there’s a host of spacey weirdness happening across screens through the city’s cinemas. Maybe it’s the changing of the seasons, maybe the stars are aligned at weird, or perhaps it’s the fact that, as residents of the Northern Hemisphere, we’re statistically overdue for another great comet. While we wait for news of flying fire balls to streak across the sky, we’ll just have to settle for those freaky weirdos turned laser terrorists who’ve been trolling commercial airline pilots for, like, no good reason. Or we can set our sights on these strange galactic, sci-fi, alternate Utopian or Dystopian reality films.
Do you sneer at the Iron Man franchise? Do Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey provide you with positively no ironic pleasure? Did you feel that Boyhood was just another celebration of the magic of white male experience? Well, perhaps underground film is more your thing then. And if there’s one thing we can never get enough of it’s avant-garde art and experimental work because, like, isn’t that what living in New York City is all about? Well, maybe it used to be. But let’s make it that way again.
The sun will come out tomorrow y’all, but that doesn’t mean our black-as-black hearts have grown any less cynical. We’ll never be wary of shutting ourselves inside and “catching” what I’ve heard people call “flicks,” as opposed to having face-to-face human interactions. Those are never as good as movies anyway, and the only thing you can “catch” from people are diseases. Am I right or am I right? That’s why we’re gracing you yet again with at least a handful of excuses to avoid that horrible social anxiety otherwise known as talking to people, particularly like a date or something. Imagine the horror! Hell is other people and movies are really the only thing that, once in a while, might trick us into thinking that’s a bunch of bull.
It’s a great week for experimental weirdness. I’ve been on a kick since I saw Hard To Be A God a couple weeks back at Anthology, which definitely isn’t a movie for everyone. Like seriously, if you brought your grandmother to it, she’d probably keel over and die. So be warned. Attendees from the earlier screening exited the theater as I walked in and I heard one mutter, “Definitely not a first date movie.”