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Snorer pie with yawn sauce

By September 18, 2009No Comments

SnoreguyThe thrill­ing tale of Jeffrey Wells and the snor­ing guy (there he is at right; my cap­tion would have been, “Man, SImon Pegg has really let him­self go!”); advice on how not to fall asleep at film fest­ivals; how long you need to sit through a film before you can pro­nounce it as awe­some; the reviv­al of an out­moded bit of homo­phobic hate-speech; bei­ge­ness; ebon­ics; and Dave Eggers’ pecu­li­ar and ever-growing powers; all this, and a little more, in this week’s laugh-a-line (I wish) Topics/Questions/Exercises Of The Week, at The Auteurs’.

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  • Tony Dayoub says:

    I’m glad you owned up to fall­ing asleep once, your­self. Last year, I went to my first press screen­ings for the NYFF. Of course, I wanted to make a good impres­sion, and I mostly did. But by the end of my time there, I fell aslepp at one of my favor­ite dir­ect­or’s screen­ings, Wong Kar Wai’s ASHES TO ASHES.
    I was mortified.
    Glad to hear it hap­pens to the best of us, though.

  • Glenn Kenny says:

    Hey, man, sleep hap­pens. And I’m sure it’s happened to me more than once. One is espe­cially sus­cept­ible to it in Toronto, where you can go from dark room to dark room pretty much all day with nary a break. So, iron­ic­ally enough, the nearly non-stop access to films can work against you. At fest­ivals where screen­ings are more spaced out, it’s easi­er to reju­ven­ate, provided you can find a place to relax or are close enough to your hotel to grab a nap. That was/is a great thing about Cannes. Of course, at Cannes it’s so sunny, and on a par­tic­u­larly hot day it would be a tempta­tion to snag a free Stella Artois or two at the con­ces­sion in the Palais. Which could be your undo­ing, as it happened; there’s such a thing as being too relaxed.
    Tony, I believe you meant “Ashes of TIme Redux.” Unless there’s a Kar-Wai movie out there I’m not aware of!!!

  • Sam Adams says:

    At least that guy was out cold. Wells did­n’t have the excuse of uncon­scious­ness for loudly sigh­ing all the way through the first 4/5 of Todd Solondz’ LIFE DURING WARTIME when he was seated two seats to my left. We get it, Jeff: You no like.

  • Tony Dayoub says:

    No shit. You’re right… I must be tak­ing a hell of a snooz­er now. Yes, I meant ASHES OF TIME REDUX.
    But Wong adapt­ing Bowie would be strangely fas­cin­at­ing would­n’t it?

  • christian says:

    Wells has approached levels of insan­ity and unpro­fes­sion­al­ism that would make Glenn Beck blush. Stop cod­dling him. He needs medication.

  • The Siren says:

    My friend fall asleep dur­ing Bullet in the Head at the old Cinema Village. How is that even pos­sible? Kiarostami makes quiet films so your nap is some­what under­stand­able, but Woo does NOT.
    When I had nosebleed bal­cony sea­son tick­ets to Carnegie Hall, one way my girl­friend and I amused ourselves if we did­n’t like a par­tic­u­lar piece was by look­ing at the men in suits below us fall asleep soon after the lights went down. And yes, it was always the men…

  • Tom Russell says:

    Only time I fell asleep dur­ing a movie was Ron Howard’s west­ern with Tommy Lee Jones, which My Otherwise Amazing Spouse dragged me to.

  • otherbill says:

    Since we’re shar­ing sleep stor­ies: I went to see METROPOLIS at the Brattle in Boston at the tail end of being up for 42 hours straight. It was winter and I com­poun­ded my error by sit­ting in the balcony…where it’s warm­er. The first five minutes looked great on the big screen.
    I’ve also zonked out dur­ing the two most recent Godards. I’ll post my address if any­body wants to come take away my cinephile card.

  • Cadavra says:

    As someone who suf­fers greatly from sleep apnea, fall­ing asleep in movies (or worse, plays) is a con­stant frus­tra­tion for me. I even have pre­scrip­tion pills that are sup­posed to keep me awake, but even they fail at times. But at least I don’t snore.