This week, we’re thinking a lot about the past — either our own not-too-far-gone experiences of high school or, like, deep historical stuff. But the films this week invoke a strange sort of nostalgia because none of these experiences are exactly our own, they’re either twisted, seriously intense versions of teenage-hood, fantastically horny imaginings of centuries past, or some vision of a lost young adulthood spent with Vincent Gallo. (Unfortunately, it’s true that we’ve never hung out). But who knows, maybe these films will strike a chord in you somewhere. You might not have been stuck in a school for the deaf in small-town post-industrial Ukraine and forced to help run a prostitution ring involving your fellow students, but maybe you had a similarly cray experience with young love. No? Well, whatever — that’s what movies are for.
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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.
The Caribbean Gremlins Cart is definitely going to want to post up outside of this one: Saturday, Anthology Film Archives is screening Gremlins — and as if that weren’t enough to whip you into a mohawked, reptilian frenzy, the classic will be presented by original cast members Dick Miller, Zach Galligan, and Phoebe Cates (sorry, folks, no Corey Feldman). If you’re fresh off of the Breakfast Club reunion at SXSW, this is almost too much, too soon.
It’s that time of the week again– bow down to our illustrious cinematic picks for this week or risk choosing something embarrassing for your first attractive Tinder date in ages. It’s nothing but slim pickins in February. Everyone’s already paired off in anticipation of the big 1-4, otherwise known as vom. Yes, this is unfortunate and disgusting at the same time, but we know you just want in on the V-day fun. But we promise you that you will literally be alone forever if you continue to insist on dragging your love interest to see yet another installment of Taken. Oh, wait– sorry about that. But nevermind what we do, this is about you and your love life.
We’ve made a list of films worth checking out this week, because you definitely don’t need another person to tell you to go see Birdman.
Check out our list of films we’re excited to see this week.
French filmmaker Pascale Ferran hasn’t made a film in over a decade, but she returns with this strangely set movie. Bird People takes place entirely inside a Hilton Hotel next to the Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. An unremarkable American businessman (aptly named Gary) checks in and embarks on a nervous breakdown-fueled series of disastrous F-ups. Instead of returning home to his wife, he stays in the hotel only to cross paths with Audrey, a French maid and hotel employee. We’re guessing love results, but whether that happens before or after the film spirals into surreal oblivion, we’re not so sure. Friday September 12th through Thursday September 18th at IFC Center, various showtimes; tickets $14
Today elected officials put out a joint statement complaining of the “pattern of tenant harassment” that has caused landlord Steve Croman to be investigated by the State District Attorney. But if you think Croman is a lousy landlord, wait’ll you Crawlspace, one of a dozen Klaus Kinski films that Anthology Film Archives is screening in the next week.
Welcome to Reel Psyched, our weekly rundown of movies we’re especially excited to see.
Escape from New York
Get served Greenpoint brews and an array of appetizing plates while watching Snake Plissken (Kurt Russell) save the president from a dystopian “future” (1997) Manhattan.
Wednesday, June 11, 7:30pm at Nitehawk (136 Metropolitan Ave); $65 for four-course meal and beer pairings as part of the Film Feasts series; also showing Saturday June 14, 12:15am (minus the booze and food)
Part one of Lars Von Trier’s much ballyhooed NC-17 tour de force, Nymphomaniac (NSFW trailer above), will finally make its NYC debut at Nitehawk Cinema on March 28 (we’re going to assume “LaBeouf in the Buff” will be one of the special Nympho-themed cocktails). Yes, that’s a whole month from now, but there are plenty of ways to stimulate your appreciation for strange, sex-crazed cinema in the meantime.
We love you, Anthology Film Archives, but that doesn’t mean we want to see your old porn. Ok, maybe.
On Friday, the East Village theater launches a steamy new series dedicated to the “porno chic” age of adult cinema, when legit actors starred in top-notch skin flicks whose plots went beyond just someone ordering a pizza.
As with all good porn-related titles, the name of the series, “In the Flesh,” is a double entendre: each screening will be accompanied by an in-the-flesh appearance by a director, actor, or crew member who made the magic happen. Grab your trenchcoat: the first installment, this weekend, features a quartet of NYC-based films.