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You think it's perverse of me to advise you to spend this perfectly awesome June day, occuring at September's unfold, within the darkened confines of a movie theater? Wait'll you get a load of the exact screening I'm pushing. I have no shame.
Anybody wanna tell me what time of year it is right now? Hm? HM? I mean the whole post-BBQ back-to-work no-whites thing seems to have arrived on schedule, and yet July '14 seems to have suddenly bloomed in full. I want answers, people...
Welp, seems like the Yankees are missing the playoffs a second year running. A bitter frankurter to swallow indeed, and the end note to Derek Jeter's long and storied legacy. On the plus side an Alamo Drafthouse may yet open in Manhattan, the Quad Cinema's set to be renovated with an eye bent toward rep film, and I'm still hopeful that director's cut of MAGNIFICENT AMBERSONS might still be languishing in a Chilean insane asylum closet or under Val Lewton's pillow. Granted that would be some musty pilllow, but I can dream, no? I stand a better chance of the latter ambition than the Yanks do of making the playoffs this year ba dum I'm here all week try the foot longs!
I trust Labor day '14 has left you all sufficiently sated, spent, and snoozed, ready to embrace a new workweek, another falling of the leaves, a changeover from one American sporting pastime to three others, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Eve, death and oblivion. See, ya didn't realize the signifigance of yesterday's BBQ, didj'ya? No matter! We have a brand new fall program of classic repertory film screenings to harmonize our whistling past the graveyard, upcoming splendiferocity including tribs to awfteurs John Waters and Edward D. Wood Jr., a retrospective of the films of Taiwan New Wave titan Hou Hsiao-hsien, and a most anticipated embiggening of one of Sergio Leone's greatest epic films! Lots to get excited about, but for the moment let's focus on today's doings. Ongoing series this September 2nd include The Great War: A Cinematic Legacy at MoMA, Classics in HD at Symphony Space, and Screenwriters and the Blacklist: Before, During and After at Anthology Film Archives. The lowdown be thus;
Last day of August '14. As fast as the season seems to have whizzed by it also gifts us with a fully stocked memory locker. SORCERER and A HARD DAY'S NIGHT at Film Forum. NETWORK and THE GREEN BERETS at the Nitehawk. 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY in 70mm at Museum of the Moving Image. And, although it doesn't quite fit within the site's timeline parameters, the specialty flavored ice cream at Brooklyn Bridge Park's unspooling of FANTASTIC MR. FOX. I believe it was bespokenly monickered Cuss-Yeah custard. Ah Brooklyn, twee capital of the globe.
I feel like Robert De Niro in MIDNIGHT RUN, and the month of August was Charles Grodin giving me the slip. Except I seem to remember enjoying that flick and even being on Grodin's side in that film. Now I'm grumpy De Niro chain smoking and pissed off and divorced with a daughter who hates me okay maybe I'm making too much of this anxiety over Autumn's inevitable approach. But I can't be the only one who remembers the Polar Vortex. Brr.
Good Gawd awmighty, another summer seems to have slipped by, with nary a footprint, however seemingly permanent, planted to mark its passing. Seems like just yesterday we were showing up at Memorial Day BBQ's, whether we were invited or not; taking our first jaunt out of town for a much-needed breather in June; accepting a challenge to watch all 9 seasons of the U. S. THE OFFICE on Netflix; catching SNOWPIERCER on the big screen the night of July 4th; anticipating an annual Jersey Shore Clamfest; spending some quality time on two separate occasions with friends and fellow film fanatics from nearby and faraway; and saying a sad farewell to the likes of legendary makeup artist Dick Smith, filmmaker Paul Mazursky, and the indelible onscreen likes of James Garner, Richard Attenborough, Robin Williams, and Lauren Bacall. It was also the summer of Columbia Crime and Sam Fuller at MoMA, Alec Guinnesss and Femmes Noirs at Film Forum, King Hu and Luis Buñuel at BAM Cinématek, and the glorious experience of 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY in 70mm at Moving Image. The summer gaveth mostly, as is usually the case, and it's going to be missed incredibly. Not that it's over yet, mind you, but the mere prospect of September is a grim one. So let's celebrate the last 4 days of this month, and check out the remaining classic film shenanigans.
One more August comes slowly rolling to a stop. It hasn't quite felt like summer, these last three months, but it's been summer enough. We've had warm days, blue skies, baseball and popcorn tomfoolery. The rep circuit has rewarded us with a pair of killer noir series, tributes to Luis Buñuel and Kenji Mizoguchi, and outdoor screenings providing awesome cinematic glory and beautiful views of our city. Memories were made this summer of 2014, and it's not over. August may be waning, but there's much left to indulge in. Let's have a peek.