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Friday, June 3, 2011

For the sake of not having to write the same intro a million different ways throughout the rest of time, just know that this column avoids the overly long and sometimes dull process of full film reviews and instead opts to break things down based on what I thought going in, what happened while I was there and what I learned at the end of it all.  Thanks for reading!




The Breakdown - Blank City

The Impression:


I’m new to the idea of the No Wave film movement, but I love a good talking head documentary where directors dig in to some fascinating subject with a slew of brilliant people lending their ideas and stories. The subject involves Jim Jarmusch, John Lurie and Steve Buscemi? Even better.


The Reality:

Blank City doesn’t push the boundaries of what a documentary can do, but it doesn’t strive to,. Celine Danhier’s focus on breaking down the creation, the existence, the end and the reasons behind the No Wave film movement in the late 1970s in New York is like a laser, and it becomes more than just a story about a fascinating niche of cinema history. It becomes a blueprint for the sort of creative revolutions that time-and-time-again define the artistic bent of our time. The No Wave movement started out of nothing, a group of artistically minded people ended up in the same place (The Bowery) by coincidence and the yen for artistic freedom. This group of like-minded people coalesced, started creating, and exploded in to a fully functioning school of though complete with music, film, and art. Danhier isn’t here to just heap praises (though she does do a grand deal of that) she’s here to map the entirety of No Wave, and the rise and fall is suitably depressing. Drugs and HIV and the evil of money all slip in to the picture, and eventually the flashing brilliance of the scene dims to almost nothing. The picture seems to say speak to the point that this is the nature of a scene, and the importance, in hindsight, becomes the influence it passes forward.


The Lesson:

I’m a sucker for a talking head documentary. About anything.



- Noah Sanders -



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