LFM Reviews Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction

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By Joe Bendel. He has some of the coolest credits ever, including Alien, Escape from New York, Red Dawn, Repo Man, and Wild at Heart. However, appearing as himself is a role he is not so comfortable with. As a result, Sophie Huber’s documentary treatment, Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction is a rather impressionistic portrait that opens this Wednesday in New York.

Stanton is not the sort of fellow to sit down in front of a camera and commence name-dropping, but Huber, his friend and colleague, knew that coming in. Foregoing the conventional approach, she scored at least one coup. Up until now, Stanton declined offers to record his traditional vocals and harmonica playing, but she was able to capture many of his intimate performances. Frankly, that alone should constitute a respectable cinematic legacy for Huber.

Indeed, Stanton’s voice is truly mesmerizing on old time favorites like “Blue Bayou,” “Blue Moon,” “Just a Closer Walk With Thee,” and the positively eerie closing rendition of “Danny Boy.” Stanton’s clear affinity for songs of loneliness and loss marries up perfectly with Huber’s portrait of a haunted backwoods Zen master.

Unfortunately, the scenes without music lack the same quiet power. At times, Huber merely tries of soak up the ambiance of Stanton’s life, which gets a bit snoozy. The lack of any standard biographical treatment also occasionally leads to frustration, as when Stanton off-handedly comments on the unforgettable wildness of his years living with Jack Nicholson and hanging with Marlon Brando. Right, we can only imagine.

Huber incorporates some commentary from Stanton’s famous friends, perhaps most notably David Lynch, whom we see visiting with his chum. She also includes some film clips, relying heavily on Wim Wenders’ Paris, Texas, openly inviting audiences to conflate Stanton with his pseudo breakout role.

There are few outright scoops in Fiction, aside from Stanton’s disclosure (now widely remarked upon) that he once dated Rebecca De Mornay, before she made Risky Business and got involved with Hollywood’s favorite Scientologist. Who knew? One gets a sense Stanton guards a treasure trove of such revelations, but Huber never tries to dig them out. Still, the film has a stylishly evocative look, thanks to cinematographer Seamus MacGarvey’s striking black and white sequences.

Huber might leave many of Stanton’s fans scratching their heads, but at least they will know their man can sing. Periodically beautiful, Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction is for diehard fans of Stanton and those who appreciate Americana folk songs when it inexplicably opens this Wednesday (9/11, probably the last date anyone would want to go to the movies) in New York at the Village East.

LFM GRADE: B-

Posted on September 10th, 2013 at 12:34pm.

The Comic Book That Dreams Are Made Of: LFM Reviews Electric Man; Now Available on DVD

By Joe Bendel. Nobody opens a comic shop to make their fortune or impress women. The co-owner of Deadhead Comics in Edinburgh is doing particularly poorly on both scores, but his knowledge of early superheroes will help him navigate a caper involving an ultra-rare comic in David Barras’s Electric Man, which releases today on DVD, with a VOD launch to follow this Friday.

Jason “Jazz” Archer is the responsible one. His partner Wolf is the unlikely goofball ladies man. They were kind of sort of making a go of it with their comic shop, but now find themselves on the hook for 5,000 pounds worth of repairs. That sum is simply beyond their means, but they carry on hoping lightning will strike out of the blue, which it does.

Electric Man (a.k.a. Edison Bolt) predated the Man of Steel by one year. A gritty depression era hero (whose origin story is related in the cool motion comic opening credit sequence), his premiere issue regularly fetches 100,000 pounds at auctions. At their latest comic show, someone stashed a stolen copy of Electric Man #1 in their boxes. Hoping for a business-saving finder’s fee, Archer attempts to track down the rightful owner. The trail leads him to Lauren McCall, the mysterious daughter of a wealthy collector, her thuggish uncle, and a slightly cracked American Electric Man fanatic.

Electric is an affectionately knowing valentine to geeky cult culture, choked full of clever references and a generous helping of local Edinburgh color. Shot for pocket change, its cast is a bit of a mixed bag, but Toby Manley is engagingly earnest as Archer. Likewise, Jennifer Ewing (online host of Crazy Sexy Geeks) has the right look and presence of a comic convention femme fatale. As the scheming Uncle Jimmy, Derek Dick (a.k.a. Fish) looks and sounds like he could have stepped out of a Ken Loach movie, which is a good thing in this context. Unfortunately, Mark McKirdy is rather annoyingly shticky as Wolf, never convincingly realizing his supposed scruffy charms on-screen.

Despite the occasional limitations of cast and resources, Electric is a light hearted romp that consistently inspires gentle chuckles rather than gut-busting laughs. A refreshing respite from special effects, gross out humor, and grimy social realism, Electric Man should amply please its target ComicCon demographic. Recommended for comic readers and fans of understated indie comedies, Electric Man is now available on DVD and hits VOD this Friday (9/13), via FilmBuff’s platforms.

LFM GRADE: B

Posted on September 10th, 2013 12:30pm.