If you needed more proof that squatter kids and a lot of the people you see at protest marches
are a bunch of self-absorbed, self-righteous, humorless children of privilege, look no further.
The shot-on-video Exist tells the story of a group of kids forced out of their squat by the
cops. One squatter was a Harvard dropout, another a cop’s son. After they all scatter to various
parts of the city, Mr. Harvard is involved in a scuffle that ends with a cop getting shot. Whether
or not he’s responsible is unclear, but he’s sought as a cop-killer. Now the other kid faces a dilemmadoes
he track down Mr. Harvard and rat him out to save several other squatter buddies? Does he track him
down to try and protect him? Or does he ignore the whole mess because he’s always hated this guy? Indie
film hotshot Esther Bell describes her second film as (ahem) “a cinematic ode to activism and the
humanity behind it.”
Yeah, I suppose that’s one way of looking at it. I’m not saying that it isn’t
realistic. I’ve known plenty of self-righteous squatter kids, and the movie’s dead on. I just happen
to find these characters insufferable, is all. The only character I had any sympathy for was the
abusive alcoholic cop father. But maybe that says something about me. Two Boots Pioneer Theater,
155 E. 3rd St. (betw. Aves. A & B), 212-591-0434; 9, $9.
The Passion of Joan of Arc
Sat., December 3
The story behind director Carl Theodor
Dreyer’s 1928 silent masterpiece about martyr torching is as strange as anything you’re likely
to find in film history.
After the film was completed, the master print was destroyed in a warehouse
fire, forcing Dreyer to reconstruct the picture using rejected scenes and outtakes. Not long after
this second version was completed, it, too, was destroyed in a fire. After that, it was simply assumed
that the filmhailed as one of the greatest movies ever made by those few who had seen itwas
gone forever. Then in 1981, 13 years after Dreyer’s death, a pristine print of the original version
of the film was discovered in a janitor’s closet in an insane asylum in Oslo. It’s the kind of thing
that makes you go “hmm,” ain’t it?
Maria Falconetti, in her first and last film role, gave a legendary performance
as Joanand in an unmistakable bit of typecasting, insane writer and theorist Antonin Artaud
plays a mad monk. Even after almost 80 years and a whole lotta hoo-ha, the film remains breathtakingespecially
on the big screen. Rubin Museum of Art, 150 W. 17th St. (betw. 6th & 7th Aves.), 212-620-5000
ext. 344; 7, free with museum admission ($7/$5 st. & s.c./under 12 free).
18th Annual Independent and Small Press Book Fair
Sat., December 3Sun., December 4
An oral history of underground filmmaking
on the Lower East Side? What the hell is Random House’s marketing department supposed to do with
that? This question is why these days more than ever it’s small independent publishers
who are releasing the most interesting titles around. They’re releasing a lot of crap, too, surebut
also the more obscure, riskier titles the larger houses won’t touch. This weekend, 100 publishers
are getting together to throw a few seminars and sell a few books. Most of the biggies of the small-press
industry will be thereSeven Stories, Akashic, Soft Skulleven Manic D Press (I
didn’t know they were still around). And there’ll be seminars and talks about all sorts of things,
from an interview with renowned plagiarist Luc Sante to the ubiquitous roundtable discussion
about blogging. And there’ll be books, toolots and lots of strange little books. The
Small Press Center, 20 W. 44th St. (betw. 5th & 6th Aves.), 212-764-7021; Sat., December 3rd:
10 a.m.6 & Sun., December 4, 11 a.m.5, free, for more information go to smallpress.org.