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NYFF 07 Review: Go Go Tales

Go Go Tales
Written and directed by Abel Ferrara
NYFF public screenings: Friday, October 5th: midnight and Sunday, October 7th: 4:15pm
Abel Ferrara’s new film Go Go Tales takes place almost entirely in a seedy New York City strip club called Ruby’s Paradise and will likely be cause for some controversy due to a scene involving a dancer who compensates for her lack of talent with an act involving her affectionate Rottweiler. While the look of Ferrara’s film is reminiscent of the Cassavettes 1976 cult classic, The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (both involve strip club owners who must come to terms with their gambling addictions) the comparisons end there. While the cast of misfits in both pictures have created makeshift families where they work, Bookie is far darker in both look and tone (Go Go Tales is apparently a comedy) and the former film is… well… better.
Photo: Willem Dafoe (middle) as Ray Ruby in Go Go Tales
Directed by Abel Ferrara, US, 2007; Photo Credit: Wild Bunch

With a colorful cast, including Willem Dafoe as club owner Ray Ruby, Matthew Modine as his silent partner & brother Johnie, Bob Hoskins, Sylvia Miles in yet another memorable role, and various dancers, bouncers and club patrons, a mostly entertaining 96 minutes transpires but the film is far from great. Bad Lieutenant or The Funeral are two far superior Ferrara films. However, whatever the film lacks was more than made up for by the press conference which followed. Here are a few of the highlights.

NYFF Opening Night Pix: Clooney, Miles…and me!

The black tie opening night screening and party of the New York Film Festival brings out some of the glitterati and glamerati of the NYC film world, along with a sizable contingent of the NYC indie film crowd. It’s a fun time for all, although for something like the 8th year in 10 I missed out on the seared tuna at the after party held at New York’s Tavern on the Green. Note to the Film Society of Lincoln Center: Next year, more tuna!
The NYFF opening night is a rare chance for those of us in the independent film community to really dress up to the nines. As far as “black tie” goes, Oscar night, Cannes and this event are the big three for the tux. That said, in terms of sartorial display, this year was the worst that I have ever seen. On display at the screening of George Clooney’s Good Night, And Good Luck were jackets over t-shirts, jeans and (gasp!) sneakers! A brief instruction…when the invite reads: Black Tie, Wear a fuckin’ tux and if you’re not going to do that, a suit and tie are mandatory!
Mo’ pix after the jump:

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