Showing posts with label STEVE WEISS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label STEVE WEISS. Show all posts

Friday, April 4, 2025

I SAW DESIGN

Check out my quick preview, online at Phoenix Magazine, of the Arizona Architectural Film Showcase 2025...

...playing at a couple of different downtown venues August 9, August 13 and August 17. It's the latest from my pal Steve Weiss, the man behind the indie film series "No Festival Required."

Friday, July 14, 2023

IT TOOK A VILLAGE

Happy July everybody! The July/August issue of Phoenix Magazine, now on the stands...

...features the 2023 edition of "Best of the Valley." Your Humble Narrator is proud to be one of the authors/arbiters; see if you can guess which of the dozen or so entries I composed.

One entry I wrote was devoted to China Village, a venerable restaurant on East Indian School where I loved to get lunch, often meeting my pal Steve Weiss (of the long-running Valley film series "No Festival Required"). It does not appear in the magazine because, alas, China Village permanently closed its doors between the time I wrote it and the time the issue went to press. So as a fond posthumous tribute, here it is:

BEST THROWBACK CHINESE JOINT

China Village Restaurant

A quick lunch or dinner at this long-standing wok-ery gives you more than just good eats. The blessedly un-updated décor and atmosphere, and the old-school entrees, can give you the uncanny sense that you’ve stepped into 1973. The prices feel like a welcome throwback, too.

2710 E. Indian School Rd., Phoenix

Tuesday, March 14, 2023

RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARC(HITECTURE)

Check out my short article, online at Phoenix Magazine...

...about the upcoming Arizona Architectural Film Showcase. It's the latest from Steve Weiss and his "No Festival Required" film series.

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

DANCING AND DINNER

Available now from "No Festival Required":


Can You Bring It: Bill T. Jones and D-Man in the Waters--You probably shouldn't miss this excellent, absorbing performance documentary from Kino Lorber. The focus is on D-Man in the Waters, choreographed by Bill T. Jones for the Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Company in New York in 1989, and regarded as a masterpiece of modern dance. Directed by Rosalynde LeBlanc in collaboration with the veteran documentary cameraman Tom Hurwitz, the film skillfully traces both the original production of the piece--a desperately leaping, strenuous response to the AIDS crisis--and a new production of it at Loyola Marymount. This new mounting is directed by LeBlanc, a former Jones/Zane Company member, with a cast of kids who don't remember the epidemic.

Talking heads, including Jones, from back in the day narrate the evolution of the Jones/Zane Company and of D-Man; at the same time we see LeBlanc struggling to get her young dancers of the social media age to generate some of the sense of anger and urgency that informed the original. Jones visits some rehearsals and gently offers input which LeBlanc and her cast deferentially accept.

The dancing we see, from both productions, is soulful and beautiful, but the people and their stories are probably even more engaging. The tone of the film is quietly joyous; still it's sobering to note that the days of the AIDS plague at its rampaging heights, which seemed so unforgettable at the time, are gradually being forgotten.

Link to it here.

On VOD...

An Exquisite Meal--A trendy Chicago couple invite several of their trendy friends over for dinner. At least two strangers crash the party. One's an electrician whose working-class status makes everybody uncomfortable; the other is an academic with a foreign accent, so he's treated like a rock star. 

Despite the host's elaborate promises of the culinary delights to come, dinner is maddeningly delayed. While they wait, the guests discuss absurdly trendy projects like yoga in war zones and artificial insemination not for fertility reasons but to allow conception with no "connotation" of rape. Before long, violence and sexual treachery are afoot.

Written and directed by Robert Bruce Carter, this indie satire on class has attractive actors and some intriguing ideas, but it doesn't come together satisfyingly. It's only about an hour long, but by the end you may be as impatient for dinner as the guests.

Friday, May 15, 2020

BIG EASY LISTENING

For many years my friend Steve Weiss has been the impresario behind the No Festival Required film series in the Valley; in these times he's trying to prove that No Venue is Required, either. Available for at least a week, starting today, at the NFR "virtual cinema" is...


Up From the Streets: New Orleans: The City of Music--Trying to cram the story of music in New Orleans into slightly over an hour and a half is the sort of thing that could make the head of Ken Burns explode. But producer-director Michael Murphy (not the actor) follows the great trumpeter and jazz composer Terence Blanchard as he wanders the streets of his beloved home town and gushes about the African-American, Cuban, Native American and even classical roots of jazz, blues, rock, funk and hip-hop, and the NOLA giants who guided these styles.

Fellow talking-head gushers include Wynton Marsalis, Irma Thomas, the Nevilles, Allen Toussaint, Dr. John, Harry Connick, Jr., Keith Richard, Robert Plant and Sting, among many others. The movie is at most a quick overview, of course, but it's slickly made, the enthusiasm of the participants is infectious, and the music is obviously irresistible. Indeed, as with many music documentaries, there are times when you may want to say to the interviewees "Shut up so I can listen."

Also playing, in the virtual sense, at Tucson's The Loft Cinema...


Clementine--The beautiful Cuban-American actress Otmara Morrero plays L.A. artist Karen, who, dumped by her older artist lover, impulsively travels to Oregon and breaks into the woman's lovely lake house. While staying there, she gets involved with a mysterious, much younger woman (Sydney Sweeney)--a girl, really--from across the lake.

This very quiet, laconic, subtly tense drama, the feature debut of writer-director Lara Gallagher, seems like an idyll about emotional resiliency and renewal after heartbreak. Then, in its last quarter, it takes a turn into thriller territory. The major theme seems to be that age and experience offer little protection from the stings and bruises and social awkwardness of love and attraction. This won't come as breaking news for most of us; still the performances are touching, Gallagher's direction is assured, and it's hard not to like a film that so clearly recognizes the healing power of dogs.

Friday, March 8, 2019

THIEF OF ARTS

Happy Friday everybody!

Check out my "Friday Flicks" column, online at Phoenix Magazine, for my review of the visually fascinating (and sexy) animated feature from Hungary, Ruben Brandt, Collector...


...as well as my review Michael Winterbottom's noir thriller The Wedding Guest and a preview of the March 23 screening of the flamenco documentary Impulso; the latter is part of a new series called Truly Independent Films from Steve Weiss of No Festival Required fame. At least 35 tickets (at $14 each) must be sold for the screening to take place. All I can say is I thought the movie was worth that much.

Have a great weekend everybody!