Film
The haughty, witty Gore Vidal, my role model, was never happier than when going against the madding American populace.
Lift explores so many divergent issues that it would have been easy for the filmmakers to only give lip service to problems it raises. Thankfully, that is not the case.
Even given the over-the-top wish-fullfillment of the film’s plot, Escapement’s weak dialogue and lack of subtlety proves to be its ultimate undoing.
The Grand Seduction has some mawkish moments, but it’s still a very sweet movie, skillfully made and charmingly told.
Alive Inside, the winner for Best Documentary at the Festival, had the audience gasping and in tears.
What’s not to adore about this super-friendly, hedonistic, 24-hour street party, what summer resident John Waters celebrates as “a gay fishing village,” and what I might label, oxymoronically, a “queer New Orleans.”
The beauty of this documentary is that even as it makes you laugh, the story’s essential sadness remains. Though it is very fast-paced, the film makes you stop and think — it’s as unsettling as it is charming.
By the end of the documentary, you’re in no doubt that Whitey Bulger was beneath dignity. Though not in his own eyes. There’s even vanity left in a crook who trims his white beard so scrupulously.
Ida proffers a cinematic experience that is austere and mesmerizing.
Unlike Sundance, where “independent” has been stretched to allow for expensive non-studio movies with slumming Hollywood stars, the films we watched at Seattle were mostly low budget.
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