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August, Austin Chick’s summer 2001 tech bust period piece and one of the easiest objects of derision at the most recent Sundance film festival, has become the latest B-list actor-fueled title to land distribution long after the emptying of Park City. Co-producer and star Josh Hartnett––who says “fucking” in the trailer, so you know he’s working hard––plays the cocky douchbag behind a dot com startup called LandShark, with an inflated public value but no discernible product to peddle. He gets to spout of a lot of awesomely empty futurism, like “LandShark is not a vehicle––LandShark is the road itself!” and “What the net is supposed to do … is increase freedom!” It takes place in New York in August 2001 and the tagline, at least at the point when this trailer and this poster were put together, is “August. Comes before the fall.” Get it? September 11 and the crumbling of nerd babylon: two tragedies we must never forget.

Anyway. First Look bought it. The Hollywood Reporter says they’re going to release in July, but First Look hasn’t been the most reliable distributor of late, so Web 1.0 nostalgists may have to wait. In the meantime, check out the ridiculous Sundance Channel segment about the film above. My favorite part is when Chick comments that he and his actors are dressed casually for their premiere. Industry veteran Hartnett responds, “It’s Sundance, you can get away with it here.” Co-star Adam Scott agrees: “That’s the way it is at the ‘dance.”

Under discussion:

Old School  (2003)

The 15th edition of the New York Underground Film Festival opens tonight with a film we’ve covered extensively since its Toronto premiere, Suroosh Alvy and Eddy Moretti’s Heavy Metal in Baghdad. The fest runs through April 8, and when it’s over, it’s over: though co-directors Kevin McGarry and Nellie Killian are said to be working on mounting a new event with a similar spirit, the NYUFF as we know it will cease to exist after this run.

Ed Halter ran the festival for ten years, taking it over for co-founder and future Old School director Todd Phillips (yes, seriously). Halter has an obit of sorts at the Village Voice, in which he makes it clear that NYUFF isn’t ending because it has to financially. “It’s a conscious decision: There’s no rent hike to point to, no defunding agency to blame…True to its indie-rock genealogy, the NYUFF has always functioned more like a band than a traditional arts organization…Sometimes, a band just decides to call it quits—and hopes to go out in style, while it’s still got the knack.”

That said, NYUFF may not have worn out its welcome, but––to extend the indie-rock metaphor––this fest ending in 2008 is sort of like Pavement shutting down after Terror Twilight: things haven’t become embarrassing yet, but the enterprise has started to drift somewhat from what its core audience fell in love with. The way Halter describes NYUFF’s glory days, it’s apparent that it’s an event that was pegged to (and helped disseminate) a zeitgeist that may no longer really exist:

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Karina will be AWOL for most of Wednesday and at least part of Thursday. While I’m gone, you need to go to Hollywood Elsewhere, because Jeff Wells has obtained the script for the movie adaptation of Peter Biskind’s 90s indie film expose, Down and Dirty Pictures. I mean, I think he has––technically, he posted scans of pages on April 1, but he groveled for a copy of the script several days before, so it’s likely legit. Anyway––the pages he’s scanned are…something to behold. They appear to be the first four pages of the screenplay, and they set the film up as a decony film-within-a-film, wherein Bingham Ray and Jeff Lipsky argue over the portrayal of their own foibles. Read, and talk amongst yourselves. Wells says they’re hiring “name actors” for a Toronto shoot beginning in the fall. Um…casting ideas, anyone?