On Rick Prelinger’s “Lost Landscapes…”

I’ve just finished a really fun feature in Experience magazine on Rick Perlinger’s “Lost Landscapes…” films.

Far more than just a movie screening or local history talk, the event is an alchemical spectacle, in which old images — traces of light, etched on scraps of celluloid ages ago — are re-awakened to recall our urban past….

Thanks so much to my editors at Experience, Joanna Wiess and Erick Trickey, as well as Rick Perlinger for spending time with me to talk about his work, as well as Sharon Harlan at Northeastern, who added some thoughtful comments to the piece. (Click here for the article.) Enjoy!

ps: Be sure to notice the 1918-era pandemic masks on the guys in the streets in the short video illustration….!

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Mayors on Film

For my latest column in Planning Magazine, I discussed a number of recent mayors on the big (and small) screen, including thoughts on Fred Wiseman’s City Hall, David Osit’s Mayor, and the latest NBC sitcom starring Ted Danson, Mr. Mayor.

And, of course, I couldn’t resist including a shout-out to the unforgettable Mayor of Amity Island from Jaws, portrayed by Murray Hamilton…

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Nomadland (Chloé Zhao, 2020)

I had a lot of fun reviewing Chloé Zhao’s Nomadland for The Arts Fuse, which was nicely paired with a commentary from Peg Aloi.

In the same year you got your license, you saw Easy Rider at the drive-in and were turned on by Canned Heat singing “Going Up the Country” at Woodstock, followed by a steady diet of “Going Mobile,” “Going to California,” and counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike. The highway was calling and you rose to answer — but then life intervened, with a husband and a mortgage and a job at the gypsum plant and shopping lists and gutters to clean and 1,001 other daily responsibilities and hassles, and being on the road was just something Willie Nelson would sing about on the jukebox.

And then like that, decades later, with a whoosh of the undertow and a great sucking sound, the plant closed and the bottom dropped out of the world and everything that was once stable evaporated – husband, job, house, community – and all that was left was you and the road again….

To read more, see The Arts Fuse — and be sure to also read Peg’s commentary on the site as well. (And for fun, check out this Nomadland “filmerick”, too.)

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Herself (Phyllida Lloyd, 2020)

Now out on the Arts Fuse, my review of Herself, Phyllida Lloyd’s new feature produced in partnership between Amazon Studios and Screen Ireland.

Through this classic cinema framing, we come in for the close up: by watching Sandra’s story — by attending to this particular life, as lived and experienced slowly, by this individual — we may hope to understand a more general story playing out elsewhere.

Sadly, this “elsewhere” is more accurately an “everywhere,” as there are loads of Sandras not just in Dublin, but in Dayton, Durban, Dallas, Dubai, Delhi, and Da Nang — as well as right here in Boston and its suburbs. Based on a true story and reminiscent of too many others, Sandra is a mother fleeing an abusive spouse, hoping to find a safe home for her children in a world where even something this simple would seem to require a miracle.

To read the full review, click here. To watch this film, head to Amazon Prime.

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Nimic (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2020)

A big thanks to mubi for releasing Nimic, the latest work from Yorgos Lanthimos (The Lobster, The Favorite).

This delightfully-eerie short combines Matt Dillon (who can pull off “clueless and confused” like no other actor working today) with a devilish Daphne Patakia (who quite literally steals the show from the more senior actor), capturing all the End-of-Empire fear of a host of recent offerings in the “stalker/imposter/body-snatcher” genre (It Follows, Goodnight Mommy, Get Out, Us, Under the Skin — and even Lanthimos’s own The Killing of a Sacred Deer) and distills this anxiety down to its purest essence in a 15-minute package. (Also worth noting, as with a number of these other films, there’s some subtle race and gender subtexts at play here; one only need do a quick search for “you will not replace us” to discover the real ugly fears at the heart of so much of the current cultural divide, explored in these collected works: far more threatening than serial-killing maniacs or flesh-eating zombies is the terror of being usurped.)

Dillon plays a middle-aged father of three, a cellist who gets up like any other day, boils an egg for breakfast like any other day, and heads off on the subway for rehearsal — just like any other day. But returning home, something is off — a glitch in the matrix, perhaps — and he finds himself followed by a doppelganger: the sweet and sly Patakia, who — strangely, mysteriously, intriguingly — looks nothing like Dillon (just roll with it). As she follows him home, Diego Garcia’s deft cinematography provides the perfect “stalker-cam” viewpoint: we find ourselves at once both in pursuit and pursued, as the fish-eye lens bends the very streets of the city around the characters. (The score — starting, stopping, on-screen, then off: strings whining, bending, screeching, humming, all at once — heightens the pace and the sense of tension and pursuit.)

As the circle bends back on itself, we begin to question even more of the reality we’ve just seen. See it once, and then watch again to truly appreciate how much mystery, confusion, fear, and dread a great director can pack into a short.

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