It took me a while, but I’ve finally come to see that Gus Van Sant’s Last Days (Picturehouse, 7.22) is some kind of great film, and maybe even a masterpiece.
About five weeks before I first saw Last Days at the Cannes Film Festival, I showed Michelangelo Antonioni’s L’eclisse (The Eclipse), a stylishly profound piece about alienation and spiritual drainage among the aspiring classes in 1962 Rome, to some UCLA students in a class I was teaching.
Michael Pitt (l.) as the Kurt Cobain-like Blake, with Kim Gordon (wife-partner of Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore) in Gus Van Sant’s Last Days.
I told the students this was a movie in which almost nothing happens, and that they may feel bored or frustrated by it initially. But I promised them they would never forget it, and that if they didn’t stop being film buffs (i.e., really paying attention to movies) they would eventually understand its greatness, although probably, in most of their cases, not until they hit their 30s or 40s.
I acknowledged that it’s essentially a movie about, in a manner of speaking, “nothing”…about a couple of attractive people toying and flirting with each other and having a bit of sex here and there, but otherwise doing and saying relatively little, without anything resembling a story between them and certainly without any pronounced conflicts or resolutions of same in the third act.
But it has an emotional seep-through effect. There’s a torrent of small things in L’ecclise that stay with you — dispirited looks, hints of eros and emotional voids, meditative moments, intimations of ennui and pointlessness. It doesn’t “say” anything but there are echoes all through it.
Anyway, I showed L’eclisse because I know it’s one of the most sophisticated art films of the 20th Century, and because the students would probably never see it on their own (it had recently come out on a spiffy new Criterion DVD) and because, as I said to them before showing it, no one in the commercial or semi-commercial realm is making films like this any more.
And then, super-observant guy that I am, I went to Cannes and saw a direct descendant of L’eclisse in Last Days, which has a lot of similar chops and attributes. And I didn’t even see it.
Even without the Antonioni analogy, Last Days deserves your obeisance and then some.
L’eclisse costars Monica Vitti, Alain Delon
The idea of it being masterful has been kind of sneaking up on me since my second viewing about three weeks ago here in Manhattan. I don’t expect most of the readership to agree. Some will hate it or find it frustrating, and others will be half-and-halfers. But that’s the usual drill with bold-ass art of any kind.
After the Cannes screening I knew it deserved respect for the way it was shot and cut, for going once again with that story-free verite thing that Van Sant used on Gerry and Elephant .
I wrote that “ten or fifty years from now people will watch [Last Days] and say, “Weird movie… what was that? But you know something? It’s got something.”
I also said that “compared to Shane Black’s Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and Atom Egoyan’s Where the Truth Lies [which I had seen the same day], Last Days is the least formulaic and the most out-there. Unlike the other two, it feels like it was made in the 21st Century.”
So I respected it but at the same felt a bit underwhelmed. I wrote, “Nice chops but the emotional content is zilch.”
A hot and sticky crowd in front of the Sunshine theatre on East Houston Street for the New York premiere of Last Days — Tuesday, 7.19, 7:20 pm. That’s Maria Full of Grace star Catalina Sandino Moreno being interviewed at lower left, Michael Pitt
(wearing T-shirt with hole in the back) standing to right, Gus Van Sant (in blue) closer to theatre entrance.
That was my inner middle-class suburban guy who used to get B’s and C’s in high school talking. I like movies that make me feel something that I want to feel — shoot me. What this means is that when a film makes me feel something I don’t want to feel, I recoil and complain.
I also thought Van Sant had pushed his deconstuctionist aesthetic a bit too far this time.
Watching Michael Pitt, in his performance as a Kurt Cobain-ish junkie musician called Blake, mumble and shuffle around and occasionally nod out didn’t seem as involving to me as the happenings in Van Sant’s Elephant, about some banal activities among kids at a high school on the day of a Columbine-like massacre. That film, at least, had a kind of ticking-clock suspense element.
My basic beef, in short, was that not enough happens in Last Days that’s worth caring about…unless, that is, you’re a big Cobain/Nirvana fan and any movie that sheds even a shard or two of light about Cobain’s 1994 suicide is therefore worth the price of admission.
Last Days should really be called Last Hours. The use of “days” in a title implies at least three 24-hour cycles, and it didn’t seem to me as if what happens in the film takes place over more than two days. It could be occurring in a 36-hour period…not that this matters a whole lot.
Screenwriter-producer L.M. Kit Carson and Picturehouse chief Bob Berney at Last Days after-party at Piano’s — Tuesday, 7.19, 10:40 pm.
Pitt (last in The Dreamers and Murder by Numbers ) gives a much better performance as Blake than you might appreciate at first. He’s very into the stupor, the lack of anything emotive…the heroin-fog personality. He convinced me he’s really into the same nihilistic space that Cobain was apparently caught up in just before the end.
Remember those long unbroken shots of kids walking through school hallways in Elephant? Same deal here, except this time the subjects are spaced-out, half-articulate heroin users hanging out inside an unheated home and doing stoned musician-type stuff…talking about music, cooking up macaroni-and-cheese in the grungy kitchen, having sex, listening to the Velvet Underground in their living room, etc.
The film is mostly about Blake, of course, who plays a tune at one point and is shown taking an overnight camping trip through the woods early on. Mostly, however, he avoids the phone and runs away whenever someone knocks on a door and spends a lot of time sitting around like a zombie and nodding out, even when a Yellow Pages salesman comes to visit.
Cobain had a heroin problem near the end of his life and it’s obvious Blake is using big-time in the film, but Van Sant chooses not to show him hitting up. I thought at first this was a tad dishonest, like a film about a man dying of cancer in a hospital that doesn’t show any scenes with doctors or nurses or chemotherapy.
But now I don’t know. Without syringes and tying off and blackened spoons, there’s a metaphor to consider. Don’t ask me what it might be because I’m still toying around with ideas. But it has something to do with showing us what’s being missed and slept through and thrown away. It’s about the sin of not being able to see beyond your own shit.
The more I think about it, the more of a really effective anti-drug movie this seems to be. It isn’t just life-like, but life-affirming.
After the Cannes screening I wrote that the juiciest scene in Last Days is when one of Blake’s bandmates (amusingly played by Scott Green) goes into the living room and puts on the Velvet Underground’s “Venus in Furs”– that plodding, screechy, oddly hypnotic cut from their 1967 banana album in which Lou Reed sings, “I am tired, I am weary, I could sleep for a thousand years.”
I was rocking in my seat last night when this scene played — it’s a great musical moment — but I wasn’t focused on it as much as before. Instead I was getting off on almost everything in the film in different ways.
This isn’t just a movie about states of mind. It’s about “wow, man…whew….the world out there…keep it out, don’t let it in.”
I really like the dispassionate artified way that Van Sant and his cinematographer, Harris Savides, capture the squalor. Everything they show is painterly, perfectly framed…almost serene. And I love the drugginess of it. There hasn’t been a film that has felt this exotic and ultra-believable about a fairly familiar subject (the star of a rock band having difficulties) in a long time.
Michael Pitt, Last Days music consultant Thurston Moore during latter stages of after-party at Piano’s — Tuesday, 7.19, 11:55 pm.
For what it’s worth, Last Days really knows the heroin-user mentality. I used to hang with guys who were into smack when I was living in Boston in my early 20s, and the way they sat around and talked and basically did very little…that’s this movie, all right.
It’s no small thing for a film to be observationally fascinating (the third viewing was just as watchable for me as the first two) but at the same time relatively banal-seeming and tension-less in terms of story. Last Days isn’t playing the precise same tune that L’ecclise did, but it’s certainly playing with a lot of the same instruments and a vaguely similar attitude.
Do it right — rent L’eclisse this weekend and see it before going to Last Days, or vice versa. I’d really like to hear some reactions by Sunday night.
What Happened Was…
I didn’t know (i.e., nobody told me) I needed to renew ownership of the domain name of “Hollywood Elsewhere” on or before 7.19 so the site came to a sudden grinding halt Wednesday morning. I fixed the error at 8 a.m. but it took about twelve hours for the renewal of the domain to promulgate around the world. I don’t know about anyone else, but I love spending time on this shit. Talk about fulfilling.
This isn’t hard to identify. Shall we let it go at that?
Hustle & Flow
“It’s too bad that Hustle & Flow‘s trailer seems to be turning more people off than on. This, at least, is what a couple pals said after the Saturday sneak preview. They said it’s not very good at portraying the real rhythm of the movie. I’ve seen it myself and agree wholeheartedly.
“Hustle & Flow is going to make a whole lot of money, whether in theatres or on DVD. Sneaking it was the smartest thing Paramount Classics could have done, to dispel some bad vibes people have, thanks either to the trailer or the attachment of MTV’s name to the piece.
“Whether or not Terrence Howard gets a big awards push for this role, it’s going to take him to the A-list for sure. DJ Qualls finally gets a decent part to work with, along with Anthony Anderson and the rest of the cast.
“A genuine, smooth-flowing script and a note-perfect cast makes this one more worthy of your six to twelve dollars than most films of the last few years.” – Moises Chiullan
“I enjoyed your piece on The Last American Hero. Odd that it isn’t available on DVD because I’d always heard great things about the movie. Odder still that your Fox contact didn’t realize the movie was one of ‘ours’? The film has been shown a number of times on FXM (Fox Movie Channel) over the past six months. I’ve caught it twice, I think. Are all the p.r. guys at the big home video distributors this knowledgeable and on top of it?” — Darth Presley
Wells to Presley: I think they’re just over-burdened…too many balls in the air, too much on the plate.
Tarnation director-producer Jonathan Caouette and two pals whose names I didn’t get (sorry) at Last Days after-party at Piano’s — Tuesday, 7.19, 11:10 pm.
based upon famous “Lunch on a Skyscraper, New York City 1932″ photo, sitting on some kind of towable platform in Soho — Saturday, 7.16, 10:10 pm.
Original “Lunch on a Skyscraper, New York City 1932″ photo, shot roughly 55 stories above Rockefeller Center.
New York City photographer-painter-clothing designer Sequoia Emmanuelle (www.sequoiaemmanuelle.com ) posing for Hollywood Elsewhere photographer while waiting for Brooklyn-bound L train last Saturday afternoon, 7.16. Rainbow-rasta hair styling by Dana Ferrullo ( href="http://www.thegoddessmaker.com">www.goddessmaker.com) who says she’s created this hair style to roughly 30 or 40 people so far on both coasts.
with a Canon A95 digital camera — Saturday, 7.16, 1:25 pm.
Greene Street near Broome Street — Saturday, 7.16, 11:20 pm.
“For fuck’s sake, Wells — stop it already with the attack against Christians.
“Don’t you realize that this vehement anti-Christian rhetoric you’ve been spewing all these years is now coming dangerously close to hate speech? How is it possible that you don’t understand that you’re exhibiting the same kind of (closed-minded) behavior towards Christians that you claim ’95%’ of them exhibit towards others?” — Mark from Boston
Wells to Mark: I just took issue with the notion of “cool hip Christians,” which I believe to be an oxymoron. The things I wrote about the Christian socio-political agenda drew on impressions that are pretty widely shared, I think.
Mark-from-Boston replies: “This anti-Christian stuff has become an obsession with big-city, left-leaning hipster types (I see it in Boston daily), and it’s got to stop. I’ve never met a single Christian who was anything but honest and kind and genuinely well-meaning. They’re responsible for a great deal of the good that’s being done in the world on day-to-day, ground-level basis (feeding the poor, housing the homeless, etc.). You see a few of them on TV spouting anti-gay rhetoric and you think that’s representative of the entire culture? That’s called prejudice.”
Wells to Mark: My impression — the civilized world’s impression — is that a fair number of Christians out there — the vaguely wacko kind — seem to be xenophobic homophobes who, in their heart of hearts, want to smite the wicked and roll back the clock.
Mark-from-Boston replies: “And so what if a good deal of them seem to support Bush? You’re welcome to disagree with them. Just please stop hating everyone that disagrees with you for moral reasons. This kind of crap makes you look juvenile. Christians aren’t the evil empire you’d like them to be. They’re individuals, just like you and me.”
Wells to Mark-from-Boston "I agree in part with your response to Sharon Waxman's article on Monday, and I disagree in part. There's no doubt that a lot of the antipathy towards Christians in the blue states stems from the fact that many of their leaders (most notably the notorious Jimmy Dobson) seem to believe that the society would be a lot better off if homosexuals were all ejected from America, and the behavior of the religious right during the Terry Schiavo countdown was rather perverse and duplicitous.
"But I can't agree with your later conclusions. The reason the religious types are so gung-ho about Iraq is because, despite the manner in which we got into this war, America is currently fighting so-called 'insurgents' who ultimately would like to see Christianity, Judaism, etc. wiped clean from the planet (ironically enough, many of these insurgents would like to do to Christians what Christians like Dobson would like to do to homosexuals!)
Ruins of Roman collisseum, called the Flavian amphitheatre in its day.
“And since many of these guys see abortion as a civil-rights issue (i.e., the civil right of the unborn child not to be terminated), there’s no way they’ll vote for people like Gore and Kerry regardless of their positions on deficit reduction, etc.
“And your comment that Christians can’t dress and all smile strangely? Come on, Jeff. You would never say that about any other religious group.” — D. Tucker
Wells to Tucker: But c’mon….middle-American Christians do dress horribly for the most part and some do smile like pod people. Shouldn’t the truth count for something?
“So Mark-from-Boston sez, ‘I’ve never met a single Christian who was anything but honest and kind and genuinely well-meaning.’ Is this guy kidding?? Give me a fucking break!!
“Apparently he’s not willing to acknowledge how the Christian right-wingers are in our current U.S. political landscape are really overstepping their well-meaning boundaries…it’s driving me absolutely CRAZY! Keep stickin’ it to ‘em, Jeff, and if guys (and gals) like Mark don’t like to read it, they can go elsewhere…just not Hollywood Elsewhere.” — Bryan from L.A.
“Those 6.9 million copies of the new Harry Potter book being sold last weekend is probably the main reason why Charlie and the Chocolate Factory experienced that Friday-to-Saturday 8% falloff.
“Say a million of those kids were interested in seeing Charlie last weekend. At an average kid ticket price of $7 (and I think you’ll agree the price is low), that adds an additional $7 million to Warner’s coffers for the weekend, sending Charlie over the $60 million mark for the weekend.
“At the music festival where I work, it seemed like four out of five kids entering the park were carrying around a copy of the book last weekend while exactly half the mostly college-aged employees in the accounting room were reading it as well.
“The Potter effect is very real. That’s not to say you’re wrong about kids about kids not reading much these days. There’s a ton of kids my age (I’m 19) who couldn’t tell you who Truman Capote, John Steinbeck or Nathaniel Hawthorne were, but they’ve read each of the Potter books five times. This isn’t so much a literary phenomenon as a cultural one that sits alongside the iPod and the Xbox joystick.” — Kyle Dickinson
Big celebration at Fanelli’s (neighborhood bar at Prince and Mercer) following bridal-shower party — Saturday, 7.16, 10:40 pm. (It’s been my experience that women who are very close to getting married are more approachable and even seducible than when they were single and unattached. I’ve gotten lucky in this respect twice, and the reason, I’ve concluded, is because the women said to themselves, “This is my last shot before tying the knot — I don’t want to break my marriage vows so if I’m going to bed some guy I’m attracted to, now’s the time.” The reason I’ve mentioned this is because the expression of the woman with the veil seems to be expressing…vaguely suggesting?…this attitude on some level.)
L train to Brooklyn — Saturday, 7.16, 12:25 pm.
Two girls and a guy looking for tickets to a show at the B.B. King Blues Club on 42nd Street — Tuesday, 7.20, 6:50 pm.
Breakfast at El Brilliante on Montrose Avenue in East Williamsburg — Sunday, 7.17, 9:25 am. Check out those prices…$6.50 for a skirt steak?
Bathing suit designs by Keiko (“…by far the most innovative bathing suits in the American market,” according to fashion-icon.com) at 62 Greene Street.