saw the beautiful losers program tonite at cinefamily. it was going pretty well until the last couple of shorts, most notably the harmony korine finale mac and plac, which was probably the most nauseatingly atrocious, masturbatory piece of absurdist drivel i’ve ever seen. i’ve heard such glowing praise recently of this korine fella, but haven’t gotten around to watching julien donkey-boy or mister lonely yet (though i did very much like (as much as you can “like”) Kids).
admittedly, this probably was not the best re-introduction to his work (the master of ceremonies aaron rose admitted that he “wasn’t sure mac and plac even counted as film”) and boy oh boy, was it not a crowd-pleaser. half the audience got up and left before we finally surrendered, too.
it takes a lot to get me to walk out of a film. i think i can count on one hand the films i’ve walked out of (mr. deeds, state & main, nurse betty), but man was i grateful when laura began giggling next to me and eagerly agreed it was beyond time to leave. i exited the theater half-laughing, half-sighing “whaaaat tha faaaack” and the stupidly beautiful frankie rayder was out in the lobby, too, betting someone else a million dollars it wouldn’t be worth it to go back inside for the ending.
in other news, is anyone else totally still hungry after they eat (vegetarian) pho? granted, i didn’t finish the seven pounds of vermicelli noodles at the bottom of the bowl, but broth & tofu doth not a sated stomach make. no wonder asians are so thin. thank gad megan brought canter’s ruggelach into the theater. just like my gramma used to do!
