Minneapolis International Film Festival
Went to Minneapolis for the ACRL conference. We were quite happy to realize we had landed right in the middle of the Minneapolis International Film Festival. First night there, we didn’t know this yet, and we headed out to one of Minneapolis’ two Landmark theatres (sigh) to see Melinda and Melinda. I liked it a lot, thought it was one of the best Woody Allen movies of recent times, but the framing device in this one bugged me.
While there, we saw the promotional materials for the festival and were able to catch two of the festival films while we were in town. There were lots more we wanted to see but we’d either already missed them or they were slated for after our departure.
We saw Eros, which we really liked. I loved the Wong Kar Wai segment, even though it was certainly similar to some of his other works. I also thought the Steven Soderbergh piece was amusing. I didn’t think the Michaelangelo Antonioni piece was great, although I didn’t hate it like most critics seemed to. I didn’t get the myth angle, although the case made by my husband sold me on the interpretation (see his entry on Eros at his blog).
We also saw Seventh Heaven, which is an older film made by Benoit Jacquot. We didn’t realize it wasn’t a new one, but we’d never seen it. Jacquot was actually there, as he was the featured director of the festival. He introduced the film by saying he’d made 7 or 8 since then and he couldn’t really remember it clearly. He told an amusing, rambling anecdote about the lead actors marrying after making the movie, although they had since divorced. At the end, many people were waiting in their seats, apparently expecting him to comment or something. One of the organizers ran down the aisle to announce that Jacquot had already left to go back to his hotel to go to sleep (the showing began at 9:40, so maybe he was justified). This became even funnier when my husband mentioned he himself had been sleeping during most of the movie. It was not the most compelling of films. Very subtle. Too subtle, perhaps.
Overall, this looked like a very strong festival. May have to go back sometime for it. Made me also very nostalgic for the French Film Festival held at the Cable Car Theatre in Providence each year. Much happier out here in the west, but I do miss having access to a large number of international films.
While there, we saw the promotional materials for the festival and were able to catch two of the festival films while we were in town. There were lots more we wanted to see but we’d either already missed them or they were slated for after our departure.
We saw Eros, which we really liked. I loved the Wong Kar Wai segment, even though it was certainly similar to some of his other works. I also thought the Steven Soderbergh piece was amusing. I didn’t think the Michaelangelo Antonioni piece was great, although I didn’t hate it like most critics seemed to. I didn’t get the myth angle, although the case made by my husband sold me on the interpretation (see his entry on Eros at his blog).
We also saw Seventh Heaven, which is an older film made by Benoit Jacquot. We didn’t realize it wasn’t a new one, but we’d never seen it. Jacquot was actually there, as he was the featured director of the festival. He introduced the film by saying he’d made 7 or 8 since then and he couldn’t really remember it clearly. He told an amusing, rambling anecdote about the lead actors marrying after making the movie, although they had since divorced. At the end, many people were waiting in their seats, apparently expecting him to comment or something. One of the organizers ran down the aisle to announce that Jacquot had already left to go back to his hotel to go to sleep (the showing began at 9:40, so maybe he was justified). This became even funnier when my husband mentioned he himself had been sleeping during most of the movie. It was not the most compelling of films. Very subtle. Too subtle, perhaps.
Overall, this looked like a very strong festival. May have to go back sometime for it. Made me also very nostalgic for the French Film Festival held at the Cable Car Theatre in Providence each year. Much happier out here in the west, but I do miss having access to a large number of international films.