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Abel Ferraraby Nicole BrenezUniversity of Illinois Press January 2007, 210 pages, $19.95 by David SterrittStrangest of all is the fan-club enthusiasm of Brenez's approach.
Oh, come on! The guy is not overlooked because he’s some brave visionary, pushing back the aesthetic and thematic frontiers of contemporary cinema (though his best work certainly does this); he’s not ranked in the same leages as Scorsese and/or Tarantino (and, what, this is the yardstick, now?) because the sad truth is, he’s an addict, and as anyone who’s dealt with him on even a cursory basis will tell you, his work, his career, and his physical health has suffered - badly - as a result of his substance abuse. One look at New Rose Hotel reveals, not some inspired deconstruction of narrative cinema, but a guy so out of it that he could produce nothing more than an assembly-print. Also, it’s a little disengenuous to overlook the contribution of screenwriter Nicholas St John in this equation, doncha think? The guy did write most of Ferrera’s best films, and bought a consistent set of themes, motifs and obsessions to the table, so fully fleshed-out and eloquent, that not even though the haze of whatever he on that day, could Abel mess them up. Comment by Sean from Boston — April 19, 2007 @ 5:31 pm
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nice book. I read it.
Comment by smith from athens — April 19, 2007 @ 5:23 am