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<-- back "[...] I don't like geographic license. It's hard to make a theoretical argument against it. After all, in a fiction film, a real space becomes fictional. Why shouldn't a car chase jump from the Venice Canals to the Los Angeles Harbor thirty miles away? Why shouldn't the exit from a skating rink in Westwood open directly onto Fletcher Bowron Square in Downtown Los Angeles, fifteen miles east? But one fiction is not always as good as another, and like dramatic license, geographic license is usually an alibi for laziness. Silly geography makes for silly movies. The best Los Angeles car chase movie is stubbornly, even perversely literalist. Director Toby Halicki realized Dziga Vertov's dream: an anti-humanist cinema of bodies and machines in motion. His materialist masterpiece was the first manifesto for a cinema of conspicuous destruction, centered in the South Bay, the unglamorous southern coastal region of the Los Angeles basin, stretching from Long Beach to El Segundo, that would later become the domain of William Friedkin, Quentin Tarantino and Michael Mann, who would accidentally rename the most familiar icon of South Bay movies, the Vincent Thomas Bridge. Vincent Thomas was San Pedro's representative in the state assembly for many years, but he hasn't been canonized yet, not even in Pedro. Accidents happen, but some lies are malignant. They cheapen or trivialize the real city. [...]" There really isn't much we have to add to Thom Andersen's praise for "Gone in 60 Seconds" (see www.piratecinema.org/trailers/#20150906-01, from "Los Angeles Plays Itself", itself coming to Prⅳate Cinema in the not-so-distant future) -- the film is really that good, once it picks up speed. What we can add however is Walter Hill's "The Driver" (Isabelle Adjani's first Hollywood movie, still pre-"Possession", even though she claims that this was the role that ruined her career), mostly for comparison, and Claude Lelouch's "C'était un rendez-vous", not as famous as "Trafic" or "Week-end", but certainly the most convincing eight minutes of reckless driving in the history of French cinema. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- prⅳate cinema berlin u kottbusser tor sunday, september 6, 8:30 pm 9 pm the driver walter hill 1978 87 min 10:30 pm gone in 60 seconds toby halicki 1974 97 min 12:15 am c'était un rendez-vous claude lelouch 1976 8 min 12 seats, rsvp first come first serve location in separate mail -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- () >< prⅳate cinema berlin www.piratecinema.org <-- back |