"O empathy's a bitch
once you feel it
you can't get rid
of that itch
The incredibly callous, callow laughter from parts of the Metrograph audience tonight... Fuck hipsters, man.
For my part, I think the glib, disassociative contempt that’s often shown onscreen characterizations of weakness and helplessness is nothing short of moronic, especially in contrast to the awed respect that’s gladly afforded to showy displays of violent psychosis. . . When thinking about Le Rayon vert, I’m always oddly put in mind of lyrics from an emotionally irresistible artist who’s also dared to treat…
Someone brought their ~9 year old (!) daughter to this screening. Judging by the throaty giggles that erupted from the front of the theater during Julie's magicienne-burlesque parody act, I'd say she not only "got it" but was 100% on its wavelength. That is righteous parenting, folks.
Go read the first two pages of Farber's Kitchen Without Kitsch for the dope.