I saw posters for Take Over BAM whilst wandering around Brooklyn last weekend; the words “Lindsay Lohan Mid-Career Retrospective” caught my eye but, alas, my attendance was expected at a different affair that evening. Teaches me to make plans in advance. Michael Tully has a full write-up on the glories I missed:
Could someone really have their cake and eat it too, delivering one of the most impossibly perfect so-bad-it???s-incredible movies that I have ever seen? Is that really possible? It doesn???t even matter, to be honest. That said, if it was intentional I would be in greater awe than I was while watching the opening shot of Silent Light, or the entirety of No Country For Old Men, or the long one-takes in Children of Men. I firmly believe that I Know Who Killed Me is a rare gift to the world on par with those recent achievements.
It???s somehow fitting that this was the exact same theater where a few months ago I experienced another of my all-time great movie-going experiences, surviving Bela Tarr???s staggering seven-and-a-half hour Satantango in one sitting. However, if I had to pick which event of the two was the more perfect, amazing, and momentous, my objective verdict would have to be???
Miss Lohan: 1, Mister Tarr: 0.
Much, much, much more at the link.
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