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July 18, 2008

Real Girls Elude Me

There's a David Gordon Green retrospective going on at BAM, for which I've written a remembrance of All The Real Girls over at Hammer To Nail:

"The film is an ode to first love, wrought with all the eager preciousness of a young dude trying not to step on his new ladyfriend’s toes. It’s set in an old Mill town where folks don’t work, where they gather in bars and on the banks of rivers and whisper nonsense secrets into the rolling Appalachian foothills. Green once again plumbs the depth of the South for all the half-wit lyricism it has to offer, but All The Real Girls takes place in a different North Carolina than did George Washington. Those deep green hills have turned orange, and their mystery and wonder is peeling like old paint. "

I watched the film the night before last on the airplane back to Texas. Surprisingly, my faithful in-flight truism - that I always cry at movies on airplanes - failed me.

And now to grab a few hours of sleep before setting out for Austin at sunrise. There's an old house on the highway that I've been meaning to photograph for over six months now, so I figured I'd leave early and get it while the light's good. Which means I'll probably wake up late, spend thirty minutes getting coffee, find the house wherever it is along that rural stretch of 35, pull over, pull out my camera and then discover that I've forgotten to charge my batteries. Either that, or the house has been torn down. I think I'm just trying to convince myself that I don't need to get up so early.

Posted by David Lowery at July 18, 2008 3:58 PM