Woodstock Film Festival: The Second Day

Woodstock Film Festival: The Second Day

Movies are fables, each one pointing to a certain "evil."  Sometimes we dislike the movie because we disagree with the author's sense of evil.  (I know one doesn't typically speak of movies having authors, but believe it or not, someone wrote each one of them.)

Yesterday, the audience was violently polarized by "Neal Cassidy" (directed by Noah Buschel).  The author's theory was that narcissism is inherent in bohemia.  And who wants to hear that?  Certainly I don't.

The acting was pretty good, in that mumbling-and-bobbing style of modern young actors, and the music was great.  There's one scene, towards the end, where Cassidy visits his sleeping family in San Francisco.  He's crept into their house, after abandoning them.  And as he watches them in their beds, an ecstatic Pharoah Sanders song plays.  A certain sadness one never hears in Pharoah Sanders suddenly appears.