a seemingly random journey through cinema's heart of darkness. so to speak.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Inevitable Disillusionment at Cannes

Recently resigned from Time Out New York, of late derided by many for being too selective, Mike D'Angelo -- Our Man in Cannes -- claims exhaustion at this year's Big Fest. Comments have dwindled, ratings are improbably low for such a production, Michael Moore's latest hand grenade has been awarded a "40." Sad, if not downright pathetic, that Wong Kar-Wai's potential disaster is our last hope. (That is if MD'A is to be trusted, which, at least to a point, he is. Kiarostami's 10 on Ten, for one, sounds so horrifying that I can't wait for the kneejerk praises.) Does two floppy years in a row mean the death of cinema? Surely not. As we all know, and must constantly remind ourselves, the South-of-France-event isn't necessarily the arbiter of cinematic quality.

Anyway. This week's Weekly is up. So, time for shameless plugs. A piece on Arthur Penn's Mickey One (penultimate one down), reviews of the re-assembled Godzilla and (no, really) Breakin' All the Rules* are up, as is the usual song and dance.

*The printed grade is a "C-"; this site says it's a "C". The reason: grades are, when you get down to it, arbitrary. As I was wavering between the two, that represented that moment's mindset...it won't happen again.


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