The Los Angeles Film Festival kicked off last night for ten merry days of independent film bookended appropriately with Woody Allen being a dick and Channing Tatum showing his. Seth and I will be intermittently covering what we see, so if you’d like to follow our exploits on Twitter you can at @LuvSpackle or @prisco. We’ll be posting reviews in our usual festival style — either in the wee hours of the next morning or seven months later.
The major films of the festival are Woody Allen’s To Rome with Love and Steven Soderbergh’s Magic Mike, as well Disney/Pixar’s Brave and other fest favorites Beasts of the Southern Wild and Seeking a Friend for the End of the World. I didn’t get a chance to see the Woody flick, but Seth texted to tell me I dodged a bullet. I would return the favor and tell him to avoid Seeking a Friend, but I’m not allowed to tell you that it was like choking to death on a chocolate layer cake filled with broken glass because I’m still under embargo. Also, a lot of you wistful depressive types will probably adore it. Get a cat.
As Seth has a real job, and I’ve actually managed to book a commercial, we’ll be there sporadically, but hopefully it’ll be as good a time as SXSW. Some of the films the both of us are looking forward to are:
Robot & Frank: Frank Langella plays an aging ex-con who develops a curmudgeonly relationship with his robot caretaker.
Crazy & Thief: Two young siblings set out with a homemade star map to find “something that’s better than anything anyone’s ever seen.”
Celeste and Jesse Forever: Lee Toland Krieger’s follow up to The Vicious Kind stars Rashida Jones and Andy Samberg as an LA couple trying to go through an amicable divorce. The script was written by Rashida Jones.
It’s a Disaster: Four Angelenos at brunch get so embroiled in their messy relationship issues that they fail to notice the end of the world happening around them.
Bunohan: Return to Murder: Part Shakespeare and part Malaysian martial arts film…I can just stop right there because holy shit.
Sun Kissed: A documentary about Native Americans coping with their children’s rare disorder that makes sunlight deadly to them.
There are so many more. I’ve already seen the astonishingly heartbreaking Call Me Kuchu, a documentary about the gay struggle in Uganda. My favorite documentary of last year, Make Believe won the documentary prize when it played LAFF. So I’m excited.
Again, you can follow our coverage here or on Twitter. Or in the newspapers after we get arrested for fondling Mangacock.