First, apologies to anyone hoping to read a thoughtful assessment of where precisely Oliver Stone's filmmaking stands. I don't have one. His second installment of "Wall Street" premiered this morning. "Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps" is the full title. And that may be true, but this morning I had to. My phone is missing. I stood up last night to ovate and photograph Manoel De Oliveira (no, I can't get enough of him; and were you here watching him pretend not to be ancient, it'd be just as hard for you). When I sat down, the phone was gone. I'm convinced the theater -- la salle Debussey -- has swallowed it whole or that it's lodged in my seat. I plan to call every night until someone is annoyed enough to answer. Feel free to do the same. But it's beginning to feel like a hopeless cause. In any case, I'd been using the phone as an alarm clock in addition to everything else. So today I had no one to say to me, "Dude, money never sleeps!"
I did manage to catch a little of the "Wall Street" press conference as well as the ongoing stress of the hardworking camermen: "Shy-uh! Shy-uh!" While it's true that Shia LaBeouf has the best crypto Judeo-French -- or is it Franco-Jewish?) name in the history of movies ("Monsieur Labuff, over here!"), today he had only the third best facial hair at his press event. Josh Brolin has great brownness growing big around his mouth. That only sounds unappetizing. It was the color of toast. Oliver Stone, meanwhile, was arrived with a sharp aqua suit and fetching grey mustache. It was simple, tasteful, and extremely elegant -- exactly what we don't want from his moviemaking.
Although, if "Money Never Sleeps" is half as good as what I was on my way to see before running into Shia and the family Stone, then hello, Ollie! Welcome back to form! If not, I urge him to see more Romanian movies, especially those by Cristi Puiu. Pure cinema is many things to many people. It's many things to me. This morning "pure cinema" was a reduction in which a filmmaker -- Puiu -- distilled a movie to its essential formal elements. The Romanians are superb reductionists. How pure is their cinema? There's very little shot-reverse shot business and zero-tolernance policy for hand-holding -- no soundtrack music, no narration, no frills or frippery. Only what is necessary to produce the most gratifying possible moviegoing experience.
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