Posts Tagged ‘Aaron Katz’

The Great SXSW 2010 Preview Dump: Spotlight Premieres, Part 1

March 10, 2010

It may lack the glamour of Cannes or the smell of Venice, but really, is there a friendlier place to premiere your film than SXSW? Probably not and the surfeit of alcohol and food can even make up for the most disastrous debut. The Spotlight Premiere category boasts cherry-picked features and docs making their bows. The first part features everything from porn stars to hip-hop nobodies, intergalactic personality crises to one man’s ongoing battle with his Internet service provider. Who couldn’t relate? Click on the titles for trailers.

Read our SXSW Film Festival: Headliners preview here.

American Grindhouse

For years, cinematic shit like I Spit On Your Grave and Frankenhooker was the sole province of videostore geeks with nothing left to watch. Then Quentin Tarantino changed everything. Elijah Drenner’s doc chronicles the homegrown exploitation films which used sex ‘n’ violence to part a rube from his buck and somehow became art with the passing of time. Without John Waters, amazingly.

Barbershop Punk

The title sounds like the worst film since Young @ Heart, but please come back and read the rest of this. Sure, Robb Topolski loves his barbershop quartet music. He’s the baritone in his own group. Where the punk comes in is when he butts heads with his Internet provider. Georgia Sugimura’s documentary watches how the brawl comes to involve Ian MacKaye, Janeane Garofalo and other free speech advocates.

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Trailerama: Cold Weather

January 6, 2010

An amateur sleuth discovers strange goings-on when he returns to his Portland hometown. What plot there is seems buried beneath writer-director Aaron Katz’s nimble command of atmosphere. Like many Portland filmmakers–Oldjoy‘s Kelly Reichardt comes to mind–he’s as fascinated with work and how it defines us as he is with an antagonist nature. This looks like it could be very special. Screening at this year’s SXSW Film Festival.

The New Yorker on Mumblecore

March 11, 2009

mumblecoreWhile the Duplasses’ Baghead suggested that it was time for mumblecore to get off my damn couch, move on, grow up and get a job, David Denby provides an eloquent appreciation/requiem in the New Yorker:

“The young people in the quickly made Godard movies of the sixties dreamed of becoming gangsters, thieves, revolutionaries—characters, so to speak, in a movie. The studs and the female “superstars” of the Warhol films played at Hollywood glamour while enacting the ceremonies of decadence and self-destruction. Mumblecore disdains flamboyance; its reigning mood is diffidence.”