UNSINKABLE: MY HEART WILL GO ON
dir. [Name of Director]
live score / video collage

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 19 – 7:30 AND 10:00 PM

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Even after two decades, [year of blockbuster] blockbuster [name of blockbuster] remains indelibly etched into the collective consciousness. Originally released to breathless acclaim, 14 Oscar nominations, and 11 wins including Best Picture, and endlessly repeat theater visits by teenage viewers, the movie lingers in the memories of many, accompanied a deep-seated shame at knowing every note in “[title of canadian soundtrack pop hit]”.

Join us on the twentieth anniversary of [name of blockbuster]’s debut for a live reconstruction of [blockbusting director]’s unsinkable creation. With visual processing by Sleepy Peopl and an improvised score by Cyrus, [EVENT NAME] is a 30-minute voyage into the unknown, a wreckage that will go on and on.

Cyrus is Maggie Drew Brennan and members of Tar Of. Maggie is a city-based visual, audial dilettante. Tar Of play experimental pop and electronic textures, and recently discovered a shared past obsession with a certain cinematic experience.

Sleepy Peopl piece together live video projections from found and created materials and one of them has still never seen TITA–[film in question].

DROID
dir. Philip O’Toole
USA, 1988

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 1 – MIDNIGHT
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8 – 10 PM
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 9 – 5 PM

For anyone who found BLADE RUNNER 2049’s perfume-ad gloss just a little too savory, DROID offers up a smokey, neon underworld of trashy dive bars, virginal sex robots, and trombone masturbation. Though it masqueraded as a sci-fi feature directed by “Peter Williams” upon its VHS release, the film is actually entirely comprised of footage form two hardcore porn films by Philip O’Toole, CABARET SIN (1987) and EMPIRE OF THE SINS (1988), but with anything explicit excised. Influenced by the likes of CAFE FLESH and LIQUID SKY, and with a plot lifted wholesale from BLADE RUNNER, DROID is some admirably audacious future sleaze even as it trips all over itself to cut to disguise the fact that it originated purely as a vehicle for sex, repeatedly cutting to some totally inexplicable images along the way.

The (discernible) story takes place in a future LA overrun by leather-clad, depraved police robots called Reformers. A human cop named Taylor, brought in for one last job and somehow sounding even more hungover and world-weary than Harrison Ford in his expository voicover, is pitted against them in the search for a stolen “decoder” (“where is the dee-coder?” Taylor frequently barks). Between the film’s countless lounge act interludes, there’s a perfectly enjoyable Vangelis-knockoff synth score credited to the grammatically suspect “Cinema Symphony’s.”

THE FLOWER THIEF
dir. Ron Rice, 1960
59 min, USA
In English

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 1 – 10 PM
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 3 – 5 PM
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8 – MIDNIGHT
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 16 – 07:30 PM

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Special thanks to the Filmmakers Coop!

Spectacle favorite Taylor Mead (NO SUCH THING AS GRAVITY, CANDY AND DADDY) stars in Ron Rice’s ode to meandering afternoons – THE FLOWER THIEF.

Mead wanders around the city getting in scrapes with kids, literally stopping to smell the flowers, and eventually kidnapped by cowboys all set atop the grain of surplus 16mm film – rumored to be leftover from the army’s ariel-machine-gun-camera stock.

Rice and Mead met in sunny/smokey San Francisco and together, sometimes along with Jack Smith, made a number of dharma-bum/beat pics before Rice’s untimely death at only 29. Parker Tyler compared Rice’s romps to that of the Marx Brothers. In a perfect summation Light Industry’s Ed Halter quips – “Today, Mead’s Flower Thief uniform—tight hoodie, button-down shirt, three-stripe tennis shoes, and beat-up jeans—can be seen on many an L-train habitué, en route to neo-Bowery facsimilies of post-war cafés, and so the parody has been reversed; such are our own meticulous restorations of the fantasies of other people’s youth.”

A BUCKET OF BLOOD
Roger Corman, 1959.
USA, 66 min.

MONDAY, DECEMBER 4 – 7:30 PM
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 10 – 7:30 PM
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 15 – MIDNIGHT

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Chump janitor Walter Paisley spends all day surrounded by beatniks, jazz musicians, artists and their groupies at hip coffee shop The Yellow Door. He desperately aspires to the life of an artist, but hasn’t got an ounce of talent. What he does have is an accidentally dead cat, a lump of clay, and a vague idea…. When Walter’s new ‘sculpture’ makes him an overnight sensation, all the rats come out of the woodwork to get a piece of the action, and Walter’s forced to find more ‘subjects’ for his art. It’s a fast-paced Corman classic that manages sympathy for its hapless murderer while skewering the art world around him.

BEAT GIRL
AKA Wild For Kicks
Dir. Edmund T. Gréville, 1960
UK, 85 min.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 3 – 7:30 PM
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 7 – 10:00 PM
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 12 – 10:00 PM
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 16 – MIDNIGHT

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Beat goes to England in this over-the-top tale of a poor little rich girl rebelling against her wealthy dad’s remarriage. Why does the local stripper seem to recognize her new stepmom? Will the strip-club owner (played with oily perfection by Christopher Lee) get his hands on the young wildcat? Are drinking and fighting really for squares? With plenty of music, kicks, and nihilism for the disillusioned kids who survived the Blitz.

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 17 – 10 PM **WITH DIRECTOR Q AND A!!**
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28 – 7:30 PM

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LIFEPAK
12 Min. 16mm
B&W, 1990

A night with an ambulance crew. A race between life and death.
“Lifepak” was chosen as one of ten works for the German Short Film Award.

PATH
13 Min. 16mm
B&W, 1991

A fixed brain is cut into slices like a ripe pineapple. Heads are opened and guts are prepared for the post-mortem examination. The preparator opens a body and a young female doctor dissects a fetus. The comments in the film are like guards, which lead you through the images. Early in their careers, the pathology workers reported having extreme fascination and at the same time emotional difficulty with their vocation. In many cases they lost their friend and were labeled “butchers” as a result of their chosen profession. The film gives a precise and clinical look behind the iron doors of a pathology lab. The pictures are shocking. They touch deep-set fears.

KILL THE ARTIST
40 Min. DV
Color, 2007

KILL THE ARTIST is a documentary about artists who got into trouble with the law because of their art-works.

Mike Diana was indicted in his home state of Florida for indecency. He was charged with three counts of obscenity in 1994, spent time in prison and was not allowed to draw for three years. In 2003, after fleeing to New York, Mike showed his artwork in a secret exhibition in Brooklyn. Diana says of the experience: “In a way it was almost flattering that they would feel so strongly. I felt that my artwork must have been effective.

In the film Richard Kern says, “We wanted it to be as hard as possible. The only restriction we had was, who would do what we wanted to be done.”

While in the western world violent life like re-enactments of rape and death on film thrive, investigative Journalist and author Yaron Svoray, explains in the film that the reality of sex crimes show how cheap life really can be. His investigation of snuff-movies leads him into the war in Bosnia. As Svoray explains: “Eventually two or three girls are pulled into a classroom and there is a communal rape. When it’s finished, one of the guys just says, ‘kill the bitches.’”

Kill The Artist reveals the extreme measures lawmakers and critics go through to censure avant-garde artists who walk the fine line between art, perversion, religion and devious sexual behavior.

Using never before seen footage along with rare films from Richard Kern, Nick Zedd and German filmmakers Jörg Buttgereit and Olaf Ittenbach, Kill The Artist takes a look at the ultimate power play – Sex and Death.

ALL MEN ARE LIARS
Dir. Gerard Lee, 1995.
Australia, 91 mins.

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 6 – 10 PM
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 16 – 10PM
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 1 – 7:30 PM
MONDAY, DECEMBER 4 – 10 PM

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The titular thesis of Gerard Lee’s 1995 Australian screwball – that all men are, in fact, liars – could be comfortably applied to most of Lee’s work with his lifelong friend and collaborator Jane Campion. Most recently Lee co-wrote both series of Campion’s TOP OF THE LAKE, which plumbs the depths of repugnant misogyny to its limits. ALL MEN ARE LIARS, produced six years after Campion and Lee’s breakthrough SWEETIE and just two years after Campion’s THE PIANO, has a considerably lighter touch.

Rarely ever screened in the US, this film also concerns a piano and an Australian teen boy’s desperate attempt to earn it back by cross-dressing and joining an all-girl band. It is entirely possible that this film is some sort of weird rebuttal to Campion’s Oscar-winner. A great deal of sexual confusion and musical performances follow as the leader of the group (musician Toni Pearen) begins to fall for their newest member, unaware of his charade and with the caveat that she recently vowed to kill the next man who lies to her.