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France | Poland | USA, 2006, 179 minutes, Dir. David Lynch
I haven't done enough transcendental meditation for this. Inland Empire, David Lynch's three-hour low-res jerk-fest from the mid-2000s, is one of the driest Lynchian artifacts in existence. Some sicko who has astral-planed more than I have definitely enjoys this thing, but I cannot. I was drawn to it because it's filmed on a handheld Sony, which I thought was kind of funny. But it's not funny. It's like a one-man show, and one-man shows are never good.
The vacant plot centers around a rich lady (Laura Dern) who lives in a mansion with an abusive husband, and she lands a role as an actress, and then it sorta, well, I'm not sure. Dern didn't seem to know either. "The truth is I didn’t know who I was playing—and I still don’t know," she said at the Venice Film Festival when it premiered. "I’m looking forward to seeing the film…to learn more.” I love her spirit.
Lynch has responded to confused critics by saying: "Every film is like going into a new world, going into the unknown. But you should be not afraid of using your intuition, and feel and think your way through." He added: "It's supposed to make perfect sense." Lol.
To really round out the weirdness, Lynch brought the film to Seattle during self-promotion, screening it at Cinerama and peddling DVDs at Scarecrow Video. I think it's so funny that Lynch brought this nightmare shit to Scarecrow. You're welcome! Rent a copy! CHASE BURNS
USA | Germany, 2007, 85 minutes, Dir. Gregg Araki
I had Abbi and Ilana on my mind as I watched Smiley Face. And I'm not saying Anna Faris as Jane, an actress and pothead who gets epically stoned one day after eating a whole batch of weed cupcakes, is the pinnacle of Girl Stoners, but watching her zany, surreal Arakian adventure unfold makes a lot of stoner sense. When I first watched the film as teen, I thought it was candy cotton fluff that just melted in your mouth—and it is—but watching it again as a jaded Late Twenties Stoner I didn't realize how STRESSFULLY accurate it was. The panic of getting waaay too high and having tasks? Using public transportation? Paying back your drug dealer? Going to an audition? Dealing with your "skull-fucker" of a roommate? The Worst. This film—jam-packed with guest appearances—is a sweet, surreal nugget of hash sprinkled on top of your bowl. And there's not a Girl Boss™ in sight. JASMYNE KEIMIG
USA, 1957, 172 minutes, Dir. Edward Dmytryk
After complaining that I don't have enough patience for Lynch's three-hour Inland Empire, here I am recommending Edward Dmytryk's three-hour Raintree County. Patience is a fickle thing and I have a double-VHS fetish.
Raintree County is a James Cameron-sized epic from the '50s notable for starring Elizabeth Taylor alongside Montgomery Clift and having spectacular Walter Plunkett-designed costumes. Plunkett, like many costume designers of the '50s and '60s, was known for putting the color palette of his era onto the shapes and gowns of older eras. Raintree County is set in the mid-19th century, right before and during the Civil War, yet Liz Taylor's gowns occasionally have the color and flair of the 1950s.
The film is often problematic and criminally boring. Clift plays an abolitionist and Taylor plays a racist Southern belle. It's nearly saved by Clift and Taylor's acting, but it's mostly an artifact that reflects Clift's almost deadly automobile accident—which Taylor rescued him from.
In May of 1956 while filming Raintree County, Clift drives into a telephone pole after a party. Taylor rushes to help him, and pulls a tooth out of his tongue before he chokes on it. He severely fucks up his face and has bad plastic surgery. The buzz around Clift's accident—and how his face looks puffy and stiff in some scenes and regular in others—led to increased attendance.
So, if you're bored, stay for Clift's face. That's what the original moviegoers did. CHASE BURNS
USA, 1985, 100 minutes, Dir. Rob Reiner
The rest of the film is a charming, mild affair. When Gib is set up with a girl in LA whose desire to bone is Sure (Nicollette Sheridan in her first role), he ends ups on a fraught cross-country road trip with his uptight English tutor Alison (Daphne Zuniga) who is headed the same way to spend time with her similarly uptight boyfriend. You can guess what all that confinement does to these horny college undergrads. Honestly, Alison sort of reminds me of me. So does Gib, for that matter. Watch The Sure Thing. JASMYNE KEIMIG
Available for rental on DVD at Scarecrow Video and Netflix DVD.
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