THE LANDLORD & NEXT STOP, GREENWICH VILLAGE
Tuesday, September 11
|12:30 4:55 9:30|
(1970, Hal Ashby) “You know what NAACP means, don’t you?” Whiter than white, richer than rich, callower than callow (“I’m 29!”) Beau Bridges tells the camera, on the impeccable lawn of his family compound as the black butler delivers him a drink, that he needs a home of his own – except his dream house is a tenement in the way-before-gentrification Park Slope! Think he’ll get the African-American tenants to move out? Think he can even get them to start paying rent? And bring back those hubcaps! First feature by Hal Ashby (Harold and Maude, Shampoo, Being There, Coming Home) is both a time capsule of 70s cinema – direct-to-the-camera dialogue, jagged editing, jarring bursts of music on the soundtrack, echoey on-location sound… and those bellbottoms! – as well as an edgy (before the term was coined), rope-dancing-on-the-razor’s-edge dramedy on race in America, with Bridges’ mom, Oscar–nominated Lee Grant, taking a break from nurse-maiding the Spinal Meningitis Ball to get down on pot likker with Pearl Bailey; Diana Sands painfully making a shocking admission to “Sioux Indian” hubbie Lou Gossett; Robert Klein’s turn in blackface; and the ‘N’ word, but not said by whom, and to whom, you might think. With camerawork by the great Gordon Willis (Klute, All the President’s Men, Annie Hall and all three Godfathers); screenplay by black actor/writer Bill Gunn (Ganja and Hess); and, as the good-natured jerk rich boy (“I’m a bastard!”), a could-pass-for-18 Beau Bridges, who surprisingly was 29 at the time. 35mm. Approx. 113 min.
“One of the funniest social comedies of the period, as well as the most human.”
– J. Hoberman, The Village Voice
“The Landlord deserves attention, and not just because it’s a terrific film. It is a chance for audiences to see a pivotal moment not only in the career of Mr. Ashby but also in the histories of American film and, coincidentally, of New York real estate.
– Mike Hale
“A wondrously wise, sad and hilarious comedy. Leaves an almost eerie tonic effect of truth and laughter, with some of the sharpest, funniest dialogue in a long time.”
– The New York Times
“There’s something really great about it, and it’s a film that I’d kind of fallen in love with. There’s something unique about the softness of the colors, about the way you can light things well but they’re not overly sharp and vivid. There’s just something more human about them, a more poetic way of capturing reality.”
– Alexander Payne
NEXT STOP, GREENWICH VILLAGE
(1976, Paul Mazursky) 1953: Lenny Baker’s Mazursky alter ego flees Flatbush – and inevitable Jewish mom Shelley Winters – for the artier pastures of lower Manhattan, but still hordes tokens for Brooklyn trysts with home borough girlfriend Ellen Greene. With an ultra-jaded Christopher Walken. DCP restoration. Approx. 109 min.