Sundance movie recap

So I went to Sundance, right? And what happens there is they show movies. In my spare amounts of time off when I wasn't sleeping or attending fabulous celebrity-filled parties (only the the first and fourth words of that last phrase are correct) I actually got to see some fillems, as the hoity toities pronounc "films." Anyway, I saw three, and now I'm going to tell you about them in case you were just slobbering for my opinion.

First movie: Sundance Opening Movie, Mary and Max. It's a stop-motion movie with the voices of Toni Collette and Philip Seymour Hoffman, and it was superb. Amazingly done (each animator completed 3 seconds of animation per day), touching, never boring, perfect run-time. I cried at the end. This one should definitely go nationwide and you will like it. Promise.

Second movie: Motherhood, starring Uma Thurman, Minnie Driver, Anthony Edwards and some bit part played by the hottest g damn man ever, whose name I have attempted to find and have failed. This one was shot right around the corner from Liz's apartment in the West Village, and it has all the cutesy W. Village scenery that the rest of the country likes to imagine all New Yorkers as being able to live in. It was a good movie, besides the moments when Uma's character, a repressed writer-type, would blurt out writerly phrases that just sound odd out loud. Like, "I love this song. It's so basic and spare." No one says that out loud. Basic and spare are just too close in the feeling they evoke to use together, in my opinion. Plus the fact that I'm supposed to believe that supermodel gorgeous Uma is a bedraggled mom just because she has brown hair and wears chucks is ridiculous.

Third movie: The Informers, based on a Bret Easton Ellis story. Holy hell this movie was bad, even with big names in it like Billy Bob Thornton, Winona Ryder, Kim Basinger, Mickey Rourke, Chris Isaak (rando, eh?) and Brad Renfro (in his last movie ever, and it premiered exactly one year after his overdose death which was kind of weird). It's set in the early 80s, young blonde things doing each other and copious amounts of coke, we're all rich and unfulfilled and isn't there more to this life and let's try really hard show our actorly struggle but really we're coming off as dull, empty, lifeless, fake and boring. There was no plot, and what semblance there was of a story was strung together by a few minutes of the characters all mentiong a band (The Informers, get it? The title! Ohhhh.) starring a blatant Iggy Pop/David Bowie ripoff called Billy Metro. However when it came time for all our boring hollow characters to come together at the show, no one was there and Billy Metro just ended up punching a groupie. Mickey Rourke showed too much of his plasticine chest, someone got AIDs, and Brad Renfro, in his titchy-twitchy blinking and sweating, no doubt a result of his heroin addiction, was the best part of the movie. Actually, this movie was so heinously awful, it was brilliant. Rent it someday if you feel like an eyeball gouging is in your future.

Now I'm heading home, in about an hour and a half, and I'm exhausted and tired and ready to just be in my bed in Brooklyn. See you there. I mean in NYC, not my bed. Of course. Ha.