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I saw this at MIFF the other night also. It's a documentary about New York City’s No Wave scene of the late 1970s and its evolution into the Cinema of Transgression of the early 1980s. A recollection of a cultural rebellion, it ecounts how the artistic denizens of the bombed-out Lower East Side spawned both punk rock and what came to be known as “independent film.” Peppered with rare clips and home movie footage, as well as outrageous anecdotes from such key players as Jim Jarmusch, Debbie Harry, Amos Poe, Steve Buscemi, John Lurie, Susan Seidelman, John Waters and Lydia Lunch. It was truly inspiring so don't be surprised if you see me out with a super 8 from now on. It may be a wank but god damn, I just don't care!
Francis Ford Coppola flexes his muscles and reminds folk who's boss.
I saw this the other night for MIFF. It was stunning. An aesthetically breathtaking black and white epic with splashes of surreal ballet sequences in the mode of Michael Powell's The Red Shoes, drenched in colour. Vincent Gallo's performance was undeniable as was young gun Alden Ehrenreich who plays the protaginist, Bennie. It deals with fathers, sons, blood ties and artistic accomplishment yet for all of its plot, depends on characters in service of their emotional turmoil to really bring it home. Frustrating and fitfully compelling, Tetro may not be a return to former glories, but this is Coppola through and through, an over-ambitious effort about thwarted ambition, full of ideas and passion, and smitten with cinema. Do yourself a favour.