Clark has hit his stride with this one. Sort of aiming the camera and letting the story flow. It feels like that at least. It is getting a good ride here in Paris, where his films are very well known and admired.
One quibble, there is a scene where the new Metro line is going the wrong way for the story..... South Central is not at Redondo Beach... but that is small time.
He poetically captures the feel of the metro on the freeway, unique. He could have filmed a bit more when the kids head down into the new Supercamp Metro station at Hollywood and Vine.
The Oscars used to be handed out right there at the Pantages, and it is the last thing you see going down into the metro, if you turn around and look back across Hollywood Blvd, the first thing when you come up out the vast new metro system there, too.
In a way, this is Clark's homage to Hollywood, and all of that. If you want a quick study of L.A.'s many minorities, ride the new Metro lines. It is cheap cheap cheap and fun.
Loved the way the kids all corrected everybody about their origins, this is not after all a film about East L.A., which has been there forever, it is about the kids of the Central Americans maids, etc., who live in South Central, on the way to Long Beach.
The actor with the gun looked so much, sounded so much like the middle generation motorcycle guy of the famous Hollywood acting Dynasty famed for Grapes of Wrath, Barbarella, They Shoot Horses Don't They, that i was surprised to check the credits just now and learn that it was not Mr. Peter in the role of the man with the gun in his back yard. Maybe it really was Mr. Peter, but too shy to admit it.
Do not go to this film expecting to find a story out of the Garden of Earthly Delights, which Hollywood now knows about, after so many day trips to the Prado. A Kellerman story, complete with gay friendliness, this definitely is NOT. On the other hand, there is no Gay Unfriendliness either. Enjoy............
One quibble, there is a scene where the new Metro line is going the wrong way for the story..... South Central is not at Redondo Beach... but that is small time.
He poetically captures the feel of the metro on the freeway, unique. He could have filmed a bit more when the kids head down into the new Supercamp Metro station at Hollywood and Vine.
The Oscars used to be handed out right there at the Pantages, and it is the last thing you see going down into the metro, if you turn around and look back across Hollywood Blvd, the first thing when you come up out the vast new metro system there, too.
In a way, this is Clark's homage to Hollywood, and all of that. If you want a quick study of L.A.'s many minorities, ride the new Metro lines. It is cheap cheap cheap and fun.
Loved the way the kids all corrected everybody about their origins, this is not after all a film about East L.A., which has been there forever, it is about the kids of the Central Americans maids, etc., who live in South Central, on the way to Long Beach.
The actor with the gun looked so much, sounded so much like the middle generation motorcycle guy of the famous Hollywood acting Dynasty famed for Grapes of Wrath, Barbarella, They Shoot Horses Don't They, that i was surprised to check the credits just now and learn that it was not Mr. Peter in the role of the man with the gun in his back yard. Maybe it really was Mr. Peter, but too shy to admit it.
Do not go to this film expecting to find a story out of the Garden of Earthly Delights, which Hollywood now knows about, after so many day trips to the Prado. A Kellerman story, complete with gay friendliness, this definitely is NOT. On the other hand, there is no Gay Unfriendliness either. Enjoy............