Kr©B'S FILM FARM presents.... The legendary director's finest concert pictures all day long at The Castro Theatre!
JONATHAN DEMME is best known for acclaimed feature films such as SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, PHILADELPHIA, and RACHEL AT THE WEDDING, but he’s also had an equally important career as a concert filmmaker, documenting such music icons as Talking Heads, Neil Young, Robyn Hitchcock, and the late monologuist Spalding Gray. Kr©B’S FILM FARM presents these performance films in reverse chronology, spread out over two great double features at The Castro Theatre – in 35MM.
‘Plus — Toshio Hirano, The Mighty Wurlitzer, Extra Action Marching Band, Kr©B & more!
Tickets can be purchased @ The Castro Box Office on the day of the show (9˙21˙2013) only.
NEIL YOUNG: HEART OF GOLD (103 min. 2006)
A touching concert film shot in Nashville during a time that Young was facing his own mortality, in the form of both his own father’s death and his own (successful) battle with a cerebral aneurysm. The A.V. Club says of the film, “[Young] sounds simultaneously wary of death and newly aware of how sweet life can be. It’s hard to film icons like Young as anything but icons, but Demme’s film gets past the legend, zooming in on Young’s aged, heroic face and finding an artist as human as the rest of us.” (2:40pm)
"HEART OF GOLD" will be preceded by the short documentary “WAITING FOR A TRAIN: The Toshio Hirano Story” (Directed by Oscar Bucher | 20 min. 2009) about San Francisco’s own yodeling Jimmie Rodgers acoltye Toshio Hirano, and a short solo set by Hirano in person.
STOREFRONT HITCHCOCK (77 min. 1998)
The ever-adventurous English singer-songwriter Robyn Hitchcock performing a riveting solo concert in a (literal) storefront in New York. Salon calls STOREFRONT HITCHCOCK “so compelling a concert film that it’s easy to forget the chances [Demme] took in making it.” (4:40pm)
SWIMMING TO CAMBODIA (85 min. 1987)
The first — and greatest — filmed document of Spalding Gray, as he tells mostly true tales of barely surviving the filming of Roland Joffe’s THE KILLING FIELDS, with a brilliant score by Laurie Anderson. Roger Ebert commented, “This is a monologue that has been polished during many hundreds of hours on the stage, and although he makes it sound fresh, he is so familiar with it that he can gallop through a tricky passage with the confidence of an auctioneer. Like a good preacher, some of his power comes from the sheer virtuosity of his speech.” (7:40pm)
STOP MAKING SENSE (88 min. 1984)
Our Feature Presentation… Talking Heads at the top of their game! It’s been declared by Rolling Stone and countless others, as “One of the greatest rock movies ever made.” — and from the moment David Byrne says “I’ve got a tape I want to play,” you’ll understand why. Beautifully shot by Jordan Cronenweth. (10:00pm)
"STOP MAKING SENSE" will be preceded by the Extra Action Marching Band short film “THE BURNING WIGS OF SEDITION” (Directed by Anna Fitch & Simon Cheffins | 10 min. 2010) , followed by a live performance by the marching punk-rock marauders themselves.
Kr©B has been called "San Francisco's Best Audio and Visual Collagist" by SF Weekly, describing him as "a man following his vision so tenaciously that San Francisco ought to be famous for housing him." His Film Farm series has brought strange and usual movie programs to unpredictable places throughout the Bay Area since 2003.
TOSHIO HIRANO is a time- and continent-jumping troubadour. He grew up in Tokyo, coming of age when the American folk revival was also hitting Japan, but a chance listen to a Sunday afternoon radio program introduced him to the sound of southern Appalachia. Fast-forward through moves to Nashville and Austin, to marrying an American woman and starting a family, and Hirano is now a popular proselytizer of country legends — particularly his yodeling hero, Jimmie Rodgers — at various venues throughout San Francisco.
THE EXTRA ACTION MARCHING BAND is a collision of big band and ecstatic turmoil. Despite their name they rarely march, but rather shimmy, crawl, mob and charge. Trumpets pounce like eagles and tubas drip ass-bouncing blurps from fat fingers. Drums shudder under wild eyed and white knuckled drummers, and through it all winds the flag team; glittering and sinuous creatures who masterfully pulsate pom-poms in a hypnotic fantasy. The listener is hoodwinked, soaked, and savaged into giddy abandon.