This upcoming weekend is weekend two of the French Film Festival. I attended two movies this last weekend, which is indicative of the fact that there are hardly any good shows, or that I am now no longer following current music (or camping much). Every year when the FFF happens I usually can't make it to any of the movies. Oh well. I like going to it. It seems to be doing very well.
I saw House of Pleasures at the late night. It's loooong, with no plot, and a ton of nudity, oh yeah, and a panther on a leash that acts like a kitty. You'd think it would be perfect for me, but in the last 45 minutes or so it gets pretty darn stupid. It's set in a fin d'siecle brothel in Paris. Lots of good stuff but by the scene when all the girls are crying and slow dancing because one has died of syphillis and the strains of "nights in white satin" (I shit you not) are ringing out, it pretty much lost me. Still fun.
The next evening I went to Hotel Du Nord, a classic, and they had a very old print and the sound was fucked. More than the sound has been fucked in any movie I've ever seen. There was constant crackling insterspersed with heavy WHOMP noises. I heard that it was so back that the projectionists upstairs were turning the platters by hand. The movie was not stopped and no announcements were made about what was going on. I can't believe how many people stayed! I made it about 40 minutes and when it just got worse I tried to get one refund for my mom (I didn't ask for one) and we couldn't get one. Amateur hour! I know it would have sucked to give people a refund but it was insane. They should have just offered people passes to next week's festival.
I haven't heard a single rave about Moonlight Kingdom. Even people who love him seem to not be able to find much good to say.