Hub tonight, Mantles. Wet Illustrated. Squidz.
I loved that movie at the Crocker last night. I never thought that a 2 and a half hour reading of an essay by Marsden Hartley about a family he was in love with could have been so engrossing. He lived with a family in Nova Scotia for a time near the end of his life, a simple fishing family as he probably says a few too many times because he totally idealized them, and he loved them all, and obviously lusted after the sons. And then during a storm the two sons drowned. Hartley pretty much fled because he couldn't deal and then for the rest of his life obsessively painted the family and wrote this long essay about the experience. That's a painting of his favorite son, above. The coolest thing was that on the 3rd floor of The Crocker there's a Hartley painting of the whole family!! What a thrill.
Olivia and I joked we'd have dueling posts about this today because the over-the-top theatricality of the director's portrayal of Hartley drove her fucking insane. I can see her point, but it didn't bother me. We definitely had very different experiences during this movie. Don't ever rent it, that's for sure. I would recommend reading the essay if you're interested.
The screening room at the new Crocker is ridiculously swank. Not as nice as our setup at The Verge, but pretty nice.