Don't get me wrong, I like to punk out on more than a few occasions, but it's interesting to look back at a time in which the talent was getting commercial promotion, because in this day and age, you have to go either underground or, well, bona fide prog - rock to find real quality music, though not
necessarily quality film.
Not exact matches
Special Award: Brattle Theater, on its 100th anniversary, «for maintaining the tradition of revival
film programming in the Boston area and for its commitment to
quality prints and projection» (the Globe's language, not
necessarily the BSFC's) Special Award: The Coolidge Corner Theater Foundation and Friends in Support of the Somerville Theater, «for their efforts to preserve historic theaters as sites for alternative
film programming» (ditto) Best Discovery or Rediscovery: The Great Rock»n' Roll Swindle (Temple), The Dybbuk (Waszynski), Coonskin (Bakshi), restored Lawrence of Arabia (Lean), Carnival of Souls (Hervey) Best
Film Series: The West Rides Again (Museum of Fine Arts), The Films of Carl Theodor Dreyer (MFA), The Boston Jewish
Film Festival (MFA), The Films of Anna Magnani (MFA), and The Films of John Cassavetes (Harvard
Film Archive)
Black
film, and black music, and black art tend to generate in a black audience the strong urge to show support, and that has made sense to me more often than not, and driven me to both financially support and sometimes rigorously defend finished products that aren't
necessarily of the highest
quality.
Granted, quantity doesn't
necessarily equal
quality, but there are several high - profile
films out today that, although they're not all winners, should still find an audience if they haven't already.
The
film's final stretch is shocking regardless of how much pre-knowledge the viewer may have, and that's not
necessarily due to any surface
qualities; a lot of it has to do with the intensity of Shiina's performance, and even more has to do with Miike's masterful command of his material, which swings from two tonal extremes, and quite credibly at that.
This doesn't
necessarily mean he was always ahead of his time: one of the best things about Eyes Wide Shut — evident in such artisanal
qualities as the old - fashioned sound track, the grainy photography, and the exquisite color balances (such as the dark blue lighting of a bathroom behind one of Kidman's monologues)-- is that it isn't a
film of the 90s in most respects but something closer to what movies at their best used to be.