Proving its mettle with studio preems, SXSW will open next March with the world premiere of John Hamburg's "I Love You, Man" starring Paul Rudd as a man with only women for friends, desperate to find a best man for his wedding.
Pic follows a growing line of studio preems the fest has launched -- "Knocked Up," "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," "21," "Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay."
The film also stars Jason Segel, Jon Favreau, and Rashida Jones whose father Quincy is giving the keynote at SXSW Music.
Let's pepper the world & the world wide web with our "Smoking Joint" poster, which may soon become a limited edition piece.
See if you can find ways to show off the smoking joint poster. This will turn out to be win-win as both a way to stick it to the "man" and also a way to promote the film, a task in which we need all the help we can get.
Let's not do it because the smoking joint poster is necessarily that much better than what ultimately might replace it (we have a brilliant designer who I'm sure will come up with something equally amazing), and let's not even do it because it's all that reflective of what Humboldt County the picture is all about (we're never 100% comfortable emphasizing the pot element of the film so much anyway). Instead, let's do it because it will be our own shared source of amusement, and perhaps a source of mild irritation to the powers that be.
"Crawford" played on a 50-foot outdoor screen at the football field Sunday night because the one-stoplight town had no movie theater. About 300 people sat on blankets and lawn chairs on the warm, windy night and munched on $2 bags of popcorn sold at the entrance.
Professional reviews and expensive advertising in the national media centers matter less. Internet buzz and the folkways of a flourishing festival culture now count for more.
“It’s a cumulative effect,” [SPC's Tom] Bernard said. Critics in the big media centers, he argued, have generally gotten into the habit of writing for one another more than for movie viewers. Meanwhile, audiences in regional centers like the Texas cities he has in mind for “Baghead” have become well informed about films thanks to the widespread availability of information on the Web.
And the studio can generate excitement, for instance with an open-air premiere planned for “Baghead” in Austin, word of which will presumably spread to Dallas and Houston.
However, every Texan knows that Austin is not an accurate reflection of the state. Ask many Austinites and they'll claim to be from Austin, not Texas. After all, what's the local news filled with? Branch Dividians, Texas Militia, polygamists, the mass arrests of the black population in Tulia, and outright murder in Jasper.
With such fertile contradictions surrounding Austin, it's natural that great art and music is coming from it. But beyond its liberal leanings - on a very basic level - Austin is the closest place to escape Texas. It's an oasis, with a front row seat to miles of fantastic and tragic drama.
But the rest of the state looks on the city as the weird sibling who never fit in. They tolerate Austin. "Baghead's" opening will be a unique test. Will they tolerate Austin's exports as something more than the weird kid's new project? As a Texan, I hope so. But I'm not holding my breath.
Still, "Nights and Weekends" reps Swanberg's most straightforward project yet, showing a subtle evolution in style and form. Although many scenes still unfold within a single, handheld shot, lighting and technique have improved, and a number of the compositions are striking.Full review here.
by Phil Gallo/The Set List
One item I did not have a chance to slip in. A performer was near the end of set and when she was told one, she started talking about her last number of the night. The person holding up the single finger corrected her, shouting "one minute." She regrouped, walked to the step ladder at the side of the stage, reached back into musical theater history and started singing "the sun has gone to bed and so must I" from "The Sound of Music's" "So Long, Farewell" as she lowered herself down the steps.
The sun has set on yet another festival and here's a rundown of our coverage.
Overall, the 22nd edition of South By Southwest was a success thanks to a lack of overly hyped bands and an abundance of acts making music on their own terms.
Day Four was a spin through international sounds.
Day Three found winners in Kate Walsh and Billy Bragg and impressive sets from Duffy, Lykke Li and Laura Marling.
Day Two's revelation: Some bands attract audiences who actually know the music and the charm of Jens Lekman.
Day One was old-timer's day: Daryl Hall, Joe Ely, Daniel Lanois and Van Morrison.
A photo gallery is here
Notes on parties: New West Records, Guitartown and the Ponderosa Stomp.
When all was said and done:
INTERVIEWS: 18, 16 of which are on video
PERFORMANCES: 36
HOURS LISTENING TO LIVE MUSIC: 35
SPEECHES ATTENDED: 1
PANELS: 0
REGRETS: Not taking the RMAT trivia test; missing the Lou Reed tribute; having to pass on the Rolling Stones movie in IMAX;
FAVORITES: Talking residential architectural styles in the Northeast with Daryl Hall; Billy Bragg's "Old Clash Fan Fight Song"; everything about My Brightest Diamond in conversation and performance; Torchy's trashy trailer park tacos; Kate Walsh's "Tonight"; four days of never hearing the word "ringtone"; Van Morrison singing about drinking wine; the elk at Jezebel restaurant; the remarkable interplay between the members of Abigail Washburn's Sparrow Quartet; a big band playing on a rooftop around 6 p.m., a glorious brass sound cascading over 2nd Street and masking uneventful hard rock from several blocks away.
The Ponderosa Stomp, with a more eclectic and trimmer lineup, rocked the Continental Club on Friday night, previewing the annual multi-stage, weekend version to be held in New Orleans on April 29 and 30. While portions of the show featured New Orleans artists, there was also vintage Philly soul, rockabilly and East Texas garage rock.
Barbara Mason, a Philly soul pioneer, delighted the packed house with her impeccable phrasing and lush delivery of her classic hits, "Yes, I’m Ready", "Sad, Sad Girl" and a killer female version of the Billy Paul hit "Me and Mrs. Jones." The Flaming Arrow Mardi Gras Indians donned full headdresses and robes for a rhythm-driven, chanting set.
The self-proclaimed king of New Orleans "gut bucket blues," Little Freddie King, was 60 minutes of primal energy full of stripped down, ragged guitar playing and Chuck Berry-inspired stage antics. The influences of his cousin, Lightnin’ Hopkins, John Lee Hooker, and, of course, Texas blues giant Freddie King were evident throughout.
New Orleans’ Michael Hurt and the Haunted Hearts followed King’s set with a dozen vintage rockabilly tunes. Kenny and the Kasuals, a Dallas-based, regionally popular garage rock band from the 1960s, concluded the evening, mixing popular early rock n’ roll tunes with a few originals, including their one mega hit, "Journey to Tyme."
The Stomp began with three southern soul artists: Wiley and the Checkmates from Mississippi, Herman Hitson from Atlanta, and Ralph "Soul" Jackson from Birmingham, Ala. They excelled in gaining audience participation for their dance numbers; all hands were in the air as Jackson concluded the party with a pulsating version of "Sunshine of Your Love."
by Dana Harris/The Knife
I questioned the wisdom of Lamberts' motto: Fancy Barbecue. I was wrong to do so. Lamberts is exactly as billed and, as such, I would like them to open a Los Angeles outlet as soon as possible.
This is what we ate:
Green-chili queso (Fancy defined: Velveeta free.)
Fried green tomatoes topped with greens and crab remoulade.
Pork ribs. Hanger steak with chili butter. Brisket with homemade barbecue sauce. Homemade jalapeno hot link. Green-chili cheese grits.
There were also some smoky ranch beans and collard greens on the table, but by the time I got around to those, I was in no position to appreciate them.
Also noted: A bottle of Pinot Meunier from Mendocino's Domaine St. Gregory. Like a Pinot Noir (and it's related), but with a stronger fruit flavor.
How good was it? We took a friend and said friend is returning this evening, solo. Plan to do likewise; as much as we ate, there's more to be had and the idea of waiting until SXSW next year is depressing.
Lamberts Barbecue, 401 W 2nd St., Austin. (512) 494-1500.
by Phil Gallo/The Set List
It was a bit of old timer's day on Wednesday's opening of the 22nd edition of SXSW. Long-time visitors were wondering how they might having to set up at Stubb's three or four hours early to catch R.E.M.; Daryl Hall opened DirecTV's Convention Center club; and chit-chat nearly always got around to the quality of Van Morrison's performance on Tuesday.
For this reviewer, here was the breakdown.
HOURS SEEING SHOWS: 4 p.m. to
PERFORMERS SEEN: Seven
ACTS INTERVIEWED: Eight
TIDBIT OF THE DAY: Lubbock native and longtime Austinite Joe Ely is working on a documentary on C.B. Stubblefield, the barbecue cook from Ely's hometown of Lubbock, Texas, whose Stubb's Barbecue is a staple of the Austin music scene. Ely started in October and has been rounding up footage and blues performers to record for the indie documentary, which he figures should ready for screenings this time next year.
DARYL HALL'S SET LIST:You Make My Dreams / Everything Your Heart Desires / Cab Driver / Can't Stop Dreaming / Someone Like You / It's Uncanny / Maneater / Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood / Sara Smile / Kiss is on My List
ONLY IN AUSTIN MOMENT: Jimmie Dale Gilmore and his son Colin waiting outside a restaurant for his daughter and grandkids.
BEVERAGES CONSUMED BESIDES
MEALS EATEN WITH SILVERWARE: 0
...the warmly poetic festival entry "Medicine for Melancholy" examines the aftermath of a breakup and finds some semblance of hope. At a packed screening earlier this week, one of the audience members asked during the Q & A session whether director Barry Jenkins' first film could be deemed mumblecore. In this case, the label would seem like condensation. A fiercely intellectual story about two San Francisco residents hanging out the day after a one night stand, "Meloncholy" is too streamlined, or coherent, to justify the title.Check out the trailer: