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Aug. 6th, 2005 07:53 amSo, I dreamed I met Campbell Scott. Even in a dream he refused to give me his autograph. That bastard. No, he was generally very agreeable and seemed to enjoy listening to me babble about how much I like his work. Then he went ice skating on the surface of a swimming pool.
There's a film with him in it called Duma that's playing only in Chicago (and by "only in Chicago" I mean nowhere else in the world). It's from the director of Fly Away Home and it's about a kid who has a pet cheetah...still, I think I should go.Maybe I'll meet him and he can refuse to give me his autograph.
As was hinted in my previous post, I saw Broken Flowers yesterday. I guess a spoiler cut for a Jarmusch film is kind of stupid because...nothing ever happens. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Not since the Philly Film Fest have I enjoyed a new film this much. Briefly, the story's about a man who receives a letter saying he has a nineteen-year-old son. He decides to revisit his old girlfriends in an attempt to figure out which of them could be the mother (and he's looking for clues! like pink paper! and a typewriter!). The dialogue is dry and understated and hilarious. Murray's utterly perfect for the part, which he should be, since Jarmusch wrote it for him. I sincerely doubt another actor could have done it so well. He spends most of his time looking near-catatonic, but when he revisits the women there are little flickers of emotion that cross over his face. All of the actors did an excellent job. Whenever he revisits one of the women there's a tremendous sense of history that's not being shared with the audience. Most of his conversations with the women are about the same subject matter, but there's a radically different sense of underlying meaning just from the way the actresses and Murray interact. I loved the moment of recognition, when each of the women realized they knew Murray. Especially the first one. Her entire demeanor changed, and for his part, Murray showed some emotion for the first time in the film. Then he took what she was carrying, she said, "What are you doing here?" and he wordlessly tried to offer her the flowers that were tucked under his arm. I want to see it again. It made me very happy. I also bought the soundtrack, and if I'm going to waste $16 on a CD, I'm sure as hell going to share.
There is an End-The Greenhornes
There's a film with him in it called Duma that's playing only in Chicago (and by "only in Chicago" I mean nowhere else in the world). It's from the director of Fly Away Home and it's about a kid who has a pet cheetah...still, I think I should go.
As was hinted in my previous post, I saw Broken Flowers yesterday. I guess a spoiler cut for a Jarmusch film is kind of stupid because...nothing ever happens. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Not since the Philly Film Fest have I enjoyed a new film this much. Briefly, the story's about a man who receives a letter saying he has a nineteen-year-old son. He decides to revisit his old girlfriends in an attempt to figure out which of them could be the mother (and he's looking for clues! like pink paper! and a typewriter!). The dialogue is dry and understated and hilarious. Murray's utterly perfect for the part, which he should be, since Jarmusch wrote it for him. I sincerely doubt another actor could have done it so well. He spends most of his time looking near-catatonic, but when he revisits the women there are little flickers of emotion that cross over his face. All of the actors did an excellent job. Whenever he revisits one of the women there's a tremendous sense of history that's not being shared with the audience. Most of his conversations with the women are about the same subject matter, but there's a radically different sense of underlying meaning just from the way the actresses and Murray interact. I loved the moment of recognition, when each of the women realized they knew Murray. Especially the first one. Her entire demeanor changed, and for his part, Murray showed some emotion for the first time in the film. Then he took what she was carrying, she said, "What are you doing here?" and he wordlessly tried to offer her the flowers that were tucked under his arm. I want to see it again. It made me very happy. I also bought the soundtrack, and if I'm going to waste $16 on a CD, I'm sure as hell going to share.
There is an End-The Greenhornes
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