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Weekend Report, May 3-6

The thing that frustrates me about Atlanta sometimes is that there are are so many cool things going on that nobody shows up for.

Case in point: Cineprov!, a little home-grown homage to MST3K that happens every week at Sketchworks Theater. I found out about it at BaconFest and decided to go on Thursday and check it out.

The film of the evening was Spiderman, as a sort of nod to the third film coming out this weekend. I hadn't seen it before, since I had no real interest in seeing it in the first place, but I figured I'd come out and see what these guys could do with it.

Before the show, I got there early enough to chat with the folks who were doing it (whose names I have all completely forgotten--do forgive). One of them had actually been Spiderman recently--he was an actor, and he'd been hired to do a personal appearance at some store where they were rolling out the new line of Spiderman toys. Marvel actually sent him--I kid you not--a training video on How To Be Spiderman. What to do, what not to do, how to handle things that may come up, including things like being propositioned by chicks who dig the costume. (Which actually happened to him, by the way.) He also talked about the time he was hired by MTV as a last minute fill-in on a "reality" dating show. They gave him lines. Yeah, my illusions were shattered.

The way Cineprov! works is pretty straightforward, and familiar to any MST3K fan--they play a movie, and three people make comments throughout. Unlike MST3K, it's improvised rather than scripted, making the style a little different than the guy-and-two-robots format. There were fewer obscure cultural references and more poking at the cliches and inconsistencies of the film. They are pretty sharp, though, and I laughed very loudly throughout. It was indeed a film I wouldn't have tolerated otherwise, and I'm glad they were there to make it entertaining. I'll probably be making a point of pimping these shows to all my Atlanta friends, because they really do deserve to be seen by more than eight people.

Friday, I wanted to go to Eyedrum to see the screening they were doing of some Andy Warhol films. I really, truly, did. Alas, I flopped on the bed for a 'quick nap' and ended up sacking out until after midnight, at which point I woke up and mucked about online for a bit. (I know my Second Life ramblings are for the other blog, but I must say--there is something pretty groovy about being able to wander around an art gallery at 2:00 AM in your pajamas.)

Saturday was usual errands and some more online muckery. That night, they were doing a second round of Warhol films at Eyedrum and I was damned if I was going to miss those. I made my way down to Eyedrum, got there a little before the screening started and nabbed a glass of wine and the comfiest chair in the house.

The program consisted of two films. One was a series of brief silent films that came to be known as the "Screen Tests". Basically, Warhol put people in front of the camera, set up the shot, started the camera, walked away, came back three minutes later, and shut the thing off. Some of the subjects were so still it was like watching people pose for daguerreotypes. Others were fidgety and even vaguely disturbed. Some would start still and then start to crack up. It would take, I think, a very patient mind to really appreciate them, which is probably why there were less than twenty people in the room.

The second film was Beauty No. 2 which is another film that required patience to really unfold. There's no plot as such. The camera (which never moves) is pointed at a bed with Edie Sedgwick and a guy named Gino. (Gino Piserchio, actually--I had to look it up.) Offscreen, Chuck Wein (no, I'd never heard of him either--I had to look that one up, too) is heard but never seen. And they talk, and Edie and Gino smoke and drink and it seems like a big sort of nonevent, and then we get to a rather odd stretch where Edie and Gino are making out while Chuck reads a goofy story from John Lennon's A Spaniard in the Works and the whole thing sinks into a weird sort of psychodrama. And then it cuts off in midsentence. The End.

If you do get a chance to see these films--they're not commercially available, they can only be seen on sacred 16 mm prints circulated by the Museum of Modern Art, apparently--I do recommend them if you dig that sort of thing. They're not precisely entertaining but they are fascinating.

On the way home, I realized I hadn't actually eaten much beyond the cheddar popcorn and Sweetarts that the gal sitting next to me was handing out, so I stopped by Taco Cabana for some chips and queso. Bad idea. I spent most of Sunday in bed with a sick stomach. Feeling better now, thanks. (Memo to self: Waffle House is open 24 hours, too, and is much less likely to do that to you.)

I did swing by the parents' house this evening to pick up a tomato plant that Mom has given me. It's now ensconced on my patio. The hope is I'll be able to supply myself with proper tomatoes this summer. Wish me luck, or something.

Today I took pleasure in Organic Strawberry Lemonade from Trader Joe's.

Today I learned the Binders on the way home closes at 6:00 on Sundays. Darn.


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May. 7th, 2007 07:45 am (UTC)
I am big fan of Warhol's (and am writing a critical analysis research paper on him ATM, coincidentally) but have never liked some of his more experimental films. Some, like the one shot of the Empire State Building, or the one shot of a feller sleeping (I'd have to look him up, too; one place to do so is at WarholStars online), last for hours. Like, eight or nine or more. And nothing much happens. Which is sort of the point. He also shot softcore porn. Woo, it's art!

I loved that crazy little man, but I won't sit through eight hours of somebody I don't know sleeping unless I can bring a book or three, a comfy recliner, and some snackies. :)
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