La Fin du Monde

April 6, 2009 at 4:34 pm Leave a comment

Or maybe not the monde, but the PFF/CF, anyway, which for you plebians has been part of your life for just under a fortnight but for us journos has been going on since early March. And with the finale comes the star-studded indie that could, but likely won’t.

So late to the game it almost feels fresh, the long-in-the-works Lymelife (C+) is an evils-of-the-suburbs number that’s not as studied as The Ice Storm, not as glib as American Beauty but not distinctive enough to even warrant existing. The good Culkin — that, of course, is Rory, of You Can Count on Me — plays a glum Long Island teen whose father (Alec Baldwin) is cheating with the mother (Cynthia Nixon, shrill) of the girl on whom he crushes (Emma Roberts, daughter of Eric and niece of Julia). Meanwhile societal decay is symbolized by a rash of Lyme disease, which has claimed Roberts’ father Timothy Hutton. Also, there’s a gun. And remember what Tolstoy said about those. Superfluous it may be, but it has its moments, including a believably meandering deflowering scene, plus strong turns from Culkin the Youngest, Roberts and Hutton, who looks convincingly hollowed-out by his metaphorical malady. (7:15pm, Prince Music Theater)

The rest of the day is devoted to Festival Favorites, of which I can more or less recommend the Afghani Kabuli Kid (5pm, Prince Music Theater), the amusingly loopy Argentine bonking pic Don’t Look Down (9:15pm, Ritz East) and the umpteenth appearance of I Sell the Dead (9:30pm, Ritz East), in which graverobbers Dominic Monaghan and Larry Fessenden run afoul of the undead, aliens and Ron Perlman as a monk.

And of course, there’s the closing night hootenany at G Lounge, @ 111 S. 17th St. I’ll be the one passed out on a table, whiskey in my hand.

Tomorrow (or maybe Wednesday), I’ll be back with closing summations, any leftover reviews, further splutterings as per my exhaustion, etc.


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