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A Dream-Memory of Patti Smith and a Sharp-Edged Hollywood Farce

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The DVD era has been very generous to low-grade biodocs focused on culty, semi-obscure pop wonders — everyone from the Holy Moly Rounders to Roky Erickson, Benjamin Smoke, Townes Van Zandt, Gary Wilson, Joy Division, They Might Be Giants, Scott Walker, et cetera, have received their official, devotional, feature-length eulogy. Graveside homilies they are, too, there’s little point in denying it — for the aging musicians of the ’60s, ’70s and ’80s as well as for our long-lost younger selves, now only faint traces of remembered élan, hope and indestructibility. Of course, Patti Smith, like Leonard Cohen and the Ramones (so nicely requiem-ed in 2003’s “End of the Century”), is far from little known, but she still occupies that musty corner of pop legend-dom: more admired than listened to, known for her history more than her songs, aging into a kind of marginal retro-hipness but still not as well-known as she should have been or as many of her imitators actually were. Which is the nature of popular culture — many are called, few are chosen, and virtually none are remembered by a majority once the moment has passed.

I’ve never been a Patti-ite, but my rather picayune musical tastes have little or no relevance in relation to Steven Sebring’s doc “Patti Smith: Dream of Life” (2008), because it is a lovely, enrapturing and wise film that eschews a straight-on biographical timeline, and instead, with Smith’s obvious creative input, evokes a dream-memory of Smith’s life that skips and swoons and dawdles according to private whims. It helps that Smith apparently remembers everything, including the dates she first met people like Robert Mapplethorpe and Bob Dylan and Sam Shepard, and she has also apparently saved everything as well: a good chunk of the movie lollygags around Smith’s cluttered apartment as she unearths childhood dresses and old photographs and tattered objects imbued for her with totemic value (including a handmade Mapplethorpe tambourine). Filming took a solid decade (early on in the montage, Smith quietly declares a strike, and refuses to move from her chair), and reams of archival images are poured in, but what surprises most, and what keeps the film warmly glued together, is Smith herself, who despite her famous grim visage turns out to be a gentle mother, a devoted friend, a loving daughter to her elderly parents (still living in Deptford, NJ), a dedicated artist and a thoughtful person for whom remembrance and aging do not dampen the spirits of the impish girl inside the woman.

There is, always, a good deal of sensible love in the room — Smith off-handedly singing to her windowsill-lounging cat was a highlight of my documentary year. Throughout, life themes subtly emerge: Smith’s haunted relationship, mostly from afar, with Bob Dylan; her mourning the loss of Mapplethorpe and her husband Fred Smith; her hopes for her daughter Jesse, who Sebring reveals to us as a kid and then in one breathtaking cut shows us the young woman she is now, smiling into the camera. But the film will have us understand that Smith’s life is her own, and that the film is a kind of song composed of its parts, and if we’re kept at a certain kind of distance, we are at the same time so close to her that the impulse to brush her shaggy hair aside is almost irresistible. After seeing the film, it’s not surprising that Sebring and Smith decided to forget all about Smith’s 2007 induction to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame — there are no landmarks here, and most of the concert footage is recent, celebrating the present only.

01272009_thedeal.jpgIf Sebring’s film is shockingly cynicism-free, Steven Schachter’s “The Deal” (2008) is nothing if not pure, vodkal derision, a manifestation of Hollywood vapidity skewering itself. There’s no shortage of such satires (they date at least as far back as Tay Garnett’s 1937 “Stand-In”), and it’s not invalid to wonder if we need another on the heels of last year’s adaptation of Art Linson’s tell-all “What Just Happened.” (Someone agreed: despite its pedigree, there was no theatrical release for “The Deal” following its premiere at Sundance ’08.) All the same, there’s little else that can so fecundly attract the vengeful wit of industry screenwriters as the very Absurdistan that exploits them and underpays them for content. This bouncy, sharp-edged farce is all inside baseball; its target audience is, to some degree, its own cast and crew. Still, it’s difficult to resist when the purely idiotic is openly mocked by a sure-footed cast of line-readers, led here by William H. Macy (who co-wrote) as a has-been producer who’s saved from suicide by a life-affirming, devilish idea: set up one more impossible, absolutely wrong-headed blockbuster project by exploiting the industry’s own nearsightedness and vanity. “We’re in the entertainment business,” he says early on, “I’m entertaining myself,” and he does this by setting up a biopic of Benjamin Disraeli (using a script he won’t let anyone read, and which he’s constantly hiring writers to revamp) starring an African-American action star (LL Cool J) recently converted to Judaism. Meg Ryan gets a thankless role as an executive bamboozled into making the film (her inevitable romantic entanglement with Macy’s dead-end sleazebag adds to the ignominy), but the dialogue is fast and dead accurate, and of course, the target is a fat, awful, patronizing goldfish in a small bowl, begging to be shot.

[Additional photo:”The Deal,” Peace Arch Releasing, 2008]

“Patti Smith: Dream of Life” (Vivendi Visual Entertainment) and “The Deal” (Peace Arch Home Entertainment) are now available on DVD.

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The Best Of The Last

Portlandia Goes Out With A Bang

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The end is near. In mere days Portlandia wraps up its final season, and oh what a season it’s been. Lucky for you, you can watch the entire season right now right here and on the IFC app, including this free episode courtesy of Subaru.

But now, let’s take a moment to look back at some of the new classics Fred and Carrie have so thoughtfully bestowed upon us. (We’ll be looking back through tear-blurred eyes, but you do you.)

Couples Dinner

It’s not that being single sucks, it’s that you suck if you’re single.

Cancel it!

A sketch for anyone who has cancelled more appointments than they’ve kept. Which is everyone.

Forgotten America

This one’s a “Serial” killer…everything both right and wrong about true crime podcasts.

Wedding Planners

The only bad wedding is a boring wedding.

Disaster Hut

It’s only the end of the world if your doomsday kit doesn’t include rosé.

Catch up on Portlandia’s final episodes on demand and at IFC.com

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Your Portlandia Personality Test

The New Portlandia Webseries Is Going Your Way

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Carrie and Fred understand that although we have so much in common, we’re each so beautifully unique and different. To help us navigate those differences, Portlandia has found an easy and honest way to embrace our special selves in the form of a progressive new traffic system: a specific lane for every kind of driver. It’s all in honor of the show’s 8th and final season, and it’s all presented by Subaru.

Ready to find out who you really are? Match your personality to a lane and hop on the expressway to self-understanding.

Lane 10: Trucks Piled With Junk

Your junk is falling out of your trunk. Shake a tail light, people — this lane is for you.

Lane 33: Twins

You’re like a Gemini, but waaaay more pedestrian. Maybe you and a friend just wear the same outfits a lot. Who cares, it’s just twinning enough to make you feel special.

Lane 27: Broken Windows

Bad luck follows you around and everyone knows it. Your proverbial seat is always damp from proverbial rain. Is this the universe telling you to swallow your pride? Yes.

Lane 69: Filthy Cars

You’re all about convenience. Getting your car washed while you drive is a no-brainer.

Lane 43: Newly Divorced Singles

It’s been a while since you’ve driven alone, and you don’t know the rules of the road anymore. What’s too fast? What’s too slow? Are you sending the right signals? Don’t worry, the breakdown lane is nearby if you need it.

Still can’t find a lane to match your personality? Check out all the videos here. And see the final season of Portlandia this spring on IFC.

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Last-Minute Holiday Gift Guide

Hits from the '80s are on repeat all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC.

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It’s the final countdown to Christmas and thanks to IFC’s movie marathon all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, you can revel in classic ’80s films AND find inspiration for your last-minute gifts. Here are our recommendations, if you need a head start:

Musical Instrument

Great analog entertainment substitute when you refuse to give your kid the Nintendo Switch they’ve been drooling over.

Breakfast In Bed

Any significant other or child would appreciate these Uncle Buck-approved flapjacks. Just make sure you’re not stuck on clean up duty.

Cocktail Supplies

You’ll need them to get through the holidays.

Dance Lessons

So you can learn to shake-shake-shake (unless you know ghosts willing to lend a hand).

Comfy Clothes

With all the holiday meals, there may be some…embigenning.



Get even more great inspiration all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC, and remember…