I wasn’t very. I think a lot of guys my age had about an 8-month romance with wrestling when they were kids. It was during the “hulk-a-mania” craze. I went to one match at Madison Square where Hulk was the bad guy. He was against Tony Atlas, and I remember the Hulk trying to throw Atlas, but missing, giving Atlas the opportunity to pull Hulk’s pants off. I was so excited I lost my voice for about three months.
Certainly the most ambitious film to have its United States debut at the New York Film Festival, Che has been a dream project of director Steven Soderbergh for many years.
The festival kicked off on Friday night with the Palme d’Or winning The Class by veteran Laurent Cantet. The Class is a low-fi, brilliant, slice-of-life that teased expectations of greater cinema to come.
The thrill of meeting Marjane Satrapi reminded me of being 6 years old at Disney Land when I met the living, breathing Cinderella. Except Cinderella was an actress with a blond wig and Marjane is the real woman behind her autobiographical graphic novel, turned movie, “Persepolis”. The distinctive mole on her nose and her dark sultry eyes rose off the page and appeared in front of me, smoking and speaking with a French accent.