Piņero (2001) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
When I started to watch this movie, I didn't know anything about the "NuyoRican" poet/playwright, Miguel Piņero. I have now watched the movie and I still don't know anything about him except:
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I think Piņero's spirit is in the film somewhere. It's probably a lot like a film that Piņero would have made himself, or like a film of him reading his poetry. It is free-form, jumping from time to time. It never stays with anything long enough for us to get a good grasp of what it wants to say. It is unfocused. It used rhythmic and photographic devices for no reason other than to create a unique look and sound (for example, it switches from color to B&W with no special logic). It uses digital video to give it a grainy hand-held look of immediacy, as if it were a live web-cam. Benjamin Bratt plays the role like a street con artist with an especially creative gift for blarney, flattery, and humor. |
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As the man himself seems to have done, this
impressionistic butterfly of a movie flutters back and forth between
arty self-consciousness and jivey street-rap, maintaining an episodic
aloofness from structure, alighting only briefly here and there to mark
one of the milestones of Piņero's life. And death. It reminded me of those beatnik movies from the New York underground film scene in the mid sixties. Maybe that was the feeling it meant to convey. I didn't much care for that whole film movement, and I guess I still don't. Can there be a good movie with bongo drums? |
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I liked Bratt, and I liked the character, but when it was over, I thought to myself, "Why did they make that film?". I still haven't been able to answer that question to myself. I have some impressions of Piņero, but I don't know why people thought he had talent. I don't know why some people even thought he was "great". I don't feel that I know him. He's just a guy I saw performing on the street. I get the feeling that one could make a great movie about Piņero, starring Benjamin Bratt, who seemed to slide beautifully into the part. Regrettably, this isn't it. |
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