Did anyone happen to notice the (literal) rainbow that stretched over the Village yesterday? Very appro. Happy 40th anniversary, NYC Pride!
Prom Night in Mississippi is showing at 6:30 p.m. Friday at BAMcinemaFEST. Although the film is slated for HBO at some point this summer, the BAM premiere could be New Yorkers’ only chance to see it on the big screen.
I was lucky enough to catch the film at Sundance 2009 and to have the privilege of getting to know Jessica Shivers and Chasidy Buckley, the film’s two charismatic leading ladies. What follows is my own brief, very lo-fi doc of the events directly before and after the film’s debut.
For more on Prom Night in Mississippi’s Sundance premiere, check out my Jackson Free Press blog.
It all started when I met Jody, randomly taking pictures in Yazoo County. The people, so many of them, were casually hanging outside of Jody’s “Snack Shop,” so I stopped, and he pointed out the Blue Front Cafe. Well-known from Bentonia music lore, the unobtrusive shack, blocked over in concrete and painted half blue, hovers between railroad tracks and an old cotton gin.
As cinema about cinema, Irma Vep is a self-aware work populated with characters that ironically lack awareness, even as they play themselves.
“It’s very important to be simple. Just be yourself,” real-life director Jean-Pierre Leaud, as fictional director Rene Vidal, tells real-life actress Maggie Cheung, as scripted actress Maggie Cheung.
Maggie tugs on her latex bondage suit, her costume for the remake of the 1915 film, Les Vampires, which is the film within the film. “It’s kind of hard in this,” she responds.
I’m getting a late start with this one.
Bushwisk’s nebulous art scene has been gestating for roughly two years, and now graffitists and members of the ADHD Kids crew, Avoid, Bloke and Faro, have created their first joint installation at Factory Fresh. It closes in four days, so the time to hop the L is now, folks—at least if you want to preview the next decade of art-in-Brooklyn. (Although the show’s very premise, 2012–based on the Mayan calendar’s apocalypse–seems to question if we even have a decade…) Continue reading