One of these days it's gonna feel once and for all that Summer '16 has finally arrived. Yes, the local Icee man has bellowed 'bout his wares, desirable all. Yes, baseball is entering its second do-mester, and I don't care if that's not a word. And yes, outdoor screenings are afoot, and they arrive now earlier and earlier it seems. But really, we need a sweltering, macadam-liquidifying heat wave for it to really feel like a NYC summer has taken hold of us. Most likely this is to come, but til then these 55 degree evenings are just throwing me off my clock. You hear me, climate change! I blame YOU!
Avast Ye Mateys! Here be the first daily post of June 2016! I promise to get back on the horse proper and make sure I script 3-4 of these a week like the old days! I don't know why I chose pirate-speak to make this pronouncement, perhaps it's because I felt a sense of lawless empowerment when I chose to write it. Or maybe it's the rum. History will write its own opinion.
Ballyhoo & Ballyhey, Stockahz! We have arrived at the magical month of June, the 30 day span that culminates in the Summer Solstice, that day that marks the halfway point in the Earth's journey round the precious yellow ball of fiery gas we lovingly refer to as the sun, provider of light and heat for our clime as third stone from its surface. As ever we have lots to look forward to over the next few months, including beach weather, backyard BBQ's, and baseball galore. For film lovers we have not merely the usual round of popcorn megaplex blockbusters, but outdoor screenings, the annual Criterion sale at B&N, and of course repertory film fests by the dozens, for which we, the aforementioned NYC Cinegeek, remain eternally thankful for. Yes, we have rats the size of Grumman buses. Yes, we boast subway platforms that could melt polar ice caps. And yes, we're all starting to feel a little like Wayne at the end of THE SEARCHERS when new civilzation takes root and makes little room for those who civilized it to begin with. That's the end of that comparison, we're not racists like Ethan Edwards, we just feel like we're standing in John Ford's doorway and it's about to close. But most importantly, we are the lucky recipients of one of the finest rep film circuits the world may offer. Which has recently been augmented by Bushwick's Syndicated and the LES's Metrograph. Later in the year we have the re-opening of the Quad to look forward to, as well as the ever=looming opening of Brooklyn's iteration of the Alamo Drafthouse. Til then. let's focus on the goods at hand, shall we? Once more into the breach!
Stockahz! Sorry I been so remiss! Real life intereferes occasionally and prevents me from providing the humble near-daily missives some of you have come to enjoy and rely on for your NYC rep film circuit delight. Back today, and I should be diligent for the remainder fo the month, and once more thanks for your patience and loyalty. It's an honor to be the bridge between some of you and the ever-growing rep film scene in NYC! So let's get to it, shall we?