As I emphasized at the end of my City Talk column today, it’s remarkable that the SCAD-sponsored Savannah Film Festival has reached such a level of prestige and quality in just 15 years. But the festival could be better, and that’s what this post is about.
I found his brief remarks genuine and gracious. He dedicated the award to a friend who died just a couple of days ago — Leonard Termo.
ELLE: Are you reminded of how lucky you are?
GS: It doesn’t remind me of how lucky I am, but how much I’ve worked for it.
I suppose one could criticize the lightheartedness here as discordant with the horror already occurring across Europe. But I’m not going to. When the king refers to the fascist assaults on Spanish civilians, the grim present and grimmer future are right there on the surface. Hyde Park on Hudson is similar to many films about distant families and friends gathering for awkward weekends, but in this narrative the participants also have to worry about saving the free world.
On view at The Porch this Friday will be Cherchez La Vérité an exhibition of multimedia work of six seniors from the fine arts department of the Savannah College of Art and Design.
We know there’s going to be some redemption (it’s Denzel Washington, after all) but we don’t need to see it happen over and over again.
Is Dean Moriarty an overgrown boy still looking for his father? An intoxicant-starved addict? Rough trade who will do anything for a buck? A charismatic sociopath?
Just a note to those hoping to launch new ventures on the weekend closest to Halloween and to those hoping to get exhaustive press coverage even though they’re up against a huge array of other offerings: there are 51 other weekends during the year that you might want to consider.
We probably won’t know which student-made bumpers will be played before screenings at the upcoming Savannah Film Festival until a week from now, but lots of links have been crossing my desk(top).
Walking into Muse Arts Warehouse for The Collective Face production of Suddenly Last Summer, one is immediately struck by the sprawling decadence of the set — a garden next to a crumbling old greenhouse filled with several dozen plants. It’s a “well-groomed jungle,” according Dr. Cukrowicz.
Ben Brantley: “There is something Victorian, as well as Gothic, about his presence — and his sentimental embrace of darkness. As was evident in his earlier “East 10th Street: Self Portrait With Empty House,†staged in New York three years ago, Mr. Oliver has made pets of the ghosts of loneliness, fearfulness and loss that most of us do our best to keep at bay.”
Terry Ork (played by Johnny Galecki in “CBGB”) is hardly a household name — he doesn’t even have a Wikipedia entry! — but he was one of those figures who just made things happen.
