"We don't care if you have more fun in Sunday School, cuz who invited you?" - The Donnas, Who Invited You? (Spend the Night)
So, when someone invites you to go see a movie by saying, "Wanna go see Molesting Clowns in 3D?" I encourage you to go.
The HSW and I made our way to the NuWilshire theatre on Wednesday to see Capturing The Friedmans. After the film, I didn't know how I felt about it. It felt awkwardly paced and maybe a bit redundant in parts but as I thought about it over time I'm here to say that Andrew Jarecki (yes, that "Felicity Theme Song Stealing Away From the Very Cute Former Power Ranger" Andrew Jarecki) makes a very fine documentary that seeks to present as many sides as possible of quite the intriguing child molestation case.
It features pianos, computers, a dirty game called leapfrog, Larry King, a west coast brother whose full of surprise revelations, a mother whose just over it all, some terribly obnoxious children, the #1 birthday clown in New York City, and, apparently, intentional quiet.
We sat in the second row as they announced that the film would begin. Except it didn't.
The HSW: Is this part of the movie? Me: Yes, the uncomfortable silence part.Capturing The Friedmans is fine documentary filmmaking. Go see it in the theatres or wait for the next season of America Undercover on HBO as I'm sure it will end up there sooner rather than later. It also reminded me of one of my other favorite America Undercover pieces (one that they didn't play nearly enough) - Just Melvin, Just Evil.
I'm also throwing no rotten tomatoes at Personal Velocity. Maybe because Parker Posey plays a character that seems so familiar to me or because Kyra Sedgewick's Delia feels like such an honest, raw, real person or maybe just because it's a short film that feels important and powerful like good short stories are supposed to feel. I don't know. I just absolutely loved these stories. And Fairuza Balk is, per usual, so choice in a crazy goth way. Rent it ya bastards.