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Kansas City evens it up, heads to San Fran with World Series immortality within reach. I know how they feel, I remember when I slapped that Spaldeen over the chainlink and forced a game three at the lot behind Murray's Wash N' Wax. Springsteen wrote a song about it.
The 110th face-off between baseball teams belonging to the American and National leagues begins tonight at 8:07pm. I'm a massive fan, fully embroiled in the match-up drama: Heartland versus West Coast, recent small money champ versus ancient small money champ, and of course, original rules versus the modern game. And yet I can't think of a better competition occurring today than three Resnais screenings going head-to-head-to-head. And I don't even like the guy. You want my job?
Over the course of the last month I've been fortunate to bear witness to both sides of the cinephile coin; the mean-spirited, self-aggrandizing misanthropes, and the genuinely welcoming and generous, in terms of both their time and knowledge. Film is a mass market industry still, but with much to be mined in its niche categories, just as the music industry still protects its classical and jazz legacy residuals.
Now that summer '14 has finally arrived for a day or two, I suggest you follow my lead; by which I mean slather on the sunblock, dig out all your loud tiki-themed clothing, and head to a nice, cool movie theater to beat the heat. Say what you will about my quiet desperation regarding the slow extinction of that unique phenomenon once known as a Manhattan summer. I'll take what I can get.
I am almost fully decompressed from my attendance at this year's New York Film Fest, the 52nd iteration of said and my first as member of the fourth estate. I am also, but not quite, finished bragging about the latter fact. Cut a Cinegeek some slack, making these kinds of memories is like discovering gold in the Andes to me and my folk. Thankfully one NYFF series has yet to conclude, what I fondly came and will forever refer to as the Mankrospective, the Film Society's career overview of one-time Hollywood titan Joseph L. Mankiewicz. It encounters today, however, competition most stiff, butting up directly against Film Forum's equally persuasive hosannah to filmmaker Frank Capra. Who will win this battle for my affections? Read on...
Ongoing series today include CAPRA! at Film Forum, Joseph L. Mankiewicz - The Essential Iconoclast at the Film Society of Lincoln Center, and Monsters on Main Street! at the Tarrytown Music Hall. Forward, the Light Brigade!
Synopsis: A neurosurgeon employs psychiatric solutions to a young woman's erratic, neurotic behavior. Once he discovers it's Elizabeth Taylor he's treating, he blames the whole mishegoss on matriarch Katherine Hepburn. Once she's banished, the two kids live happily ever after. I'm pretty sure, anyway.