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Son of Rambow Greg Nickels: SIFF 2007 Opening Night
posted by on May 25 at 13:20 PM
Everybody I spoke to seemed to love the opening-night selection Son of Rambow, a movie about Will and Lee, two British kids in the ’80s respectively afflicted by smothering or neglectful home lives, who overcome all sort of obstacles (from falling in an oil pit to being crushed by enormous steel pillars) to premiere their adorable prequel to Rambo: First Blood in a theater showing Yentl. Whew.
The movie must overcome an initially forbidding level of cutes, which it does mostly through supersize but not wholly cartoonish violence. It also takes some ill-advised detours into social commentary: Will’s fundamentalist Christian mother shucks her veil to symbolize a newfound freedom. But mostly, it’s lovable. Son of Rambow will open theatrically sometime in 2008 and will not play later in the festival.
Before the movie, there was an awkward VIP reception, where topics included the best parties last year, Greg Nickels’s wayward son, the most promising parties this year, Greg Nickels’s wayward son, the picked-over fishbones at the party occurring right now, and—did we mention? Greg Nickels’s wayward son. Greg Nickels did not put in an appearance, though a wild ‘n’ whiskery Tom Skerritt did.
The only thing notable that happened during Carl Spence/Deborah Person/Gary Tucker’s famously long intro was that Stranger Genius award winner (and Academy Award nominee) James Longley was given an award by the city—something about bringing attention to the film infrastructure available in Seattle. Longley dutifully gave some shoutouts to the great postproduction facilities here—Alpha Cine, Modern Digital, Bad Animals, 911 Media Arts, etc.
And then, the gala.
There were blue drinks supplied by Bombay Sapphire:
There was delicious fried chicken supplied by Ezell’s:
There were crowds and long lines and cupcakes and projections of John Hughes movies on the walls. Much to Greg Nickels’s entirely imagined relief, topics of conversation shifted from Jake Nickels to the best Madonna song. Despite the copious free alcohol, this is the closest anyone came to debauchery atop the white tablecloths:
And then we all went home.
(Photos by Tim Wind)
Uh, I'm glad I saw this film last night because you've included a couple of signifcant plot spoilers (sans alert) in your "review". Lame.
Oh, please. Not all plot points are spoilers. And none of these things would ruin anyone's enjoyment of the film in the least.
Are there any people we would have heard of in any of the pictures? I am just curious?
@ 3: NO! there isn't! but anthony hopkins will be making an appearance (check your guide), and i am pissing myself, tittering in anticipation. piss, piss, piss!
@2: The biggest applause of the night came when the mother shucked her veil. If the audience had known ahead of time that sooner or later the character was going to stand up for herself, the reaction would not have been the same. THAT'S a spoiler!
Well, the biggest round of applause of the night proved many, many audience members are complete idiots. That was the most embarrassing, reactionary scene in the film, and I'm not afraid to call it out.
Tom Skerritt is the biggest celeb that SIFF could attract.... AGAIN? Honestly, I'd be more excited about spotting Duct Tape Guy.
The Ann & Nancy Wilson tribute at EMP last night had Kate Hudson. And Dale Chihuly, but he's practically the Tom Skerritt of the art world. Dude would go to the opening of a paper bag.
TIM WIND HOLLA!
Geesh, annie, mellow out.
If you actually knew who people are, you'd have seen tons of celebs at the parties, but I don't like drawing too much attention to them, as it can be a real drag having everyone glom onto you.
And if you want a fun party, it's always way more fun at the less than VIP party. True at SAM, true at Cannes, true at Venice, and very true at SIFF.
But I love not standing in line for munchies - the only real bonus for the VIP parties.
The Ezell's guys were the best (see the pic above). Not only did they bless us with their smiles as they dished out their crispy goodness, but they were bopping to "Rockit" the whole time. That said, I had to yell over the too-loud music all night. My throat still hurts.
True about the throat hurt, but mine was from the ad montage before the main flick.
@9: Well, I didn't bother with the VIP room at the after-party; I understand there were local politcos (but not Greg Nickels) and various minor celebrities there. I do not pretend to be exhaustive!
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