|8:30PM||Live Music by Howth|
|10:30PM-12:00am||After-Party courtesy of Red Stripe and Bulleit|
73-50 Little Neck Pkwy Glen Oaks, NY 11004
A nuanced and powerful post-modern Western romance from one of independent cinema’s bold young visionaries, Rooftop Filmmakers’ Fund recipient David Lowery.
Join us at the Queens County Farm for a special sneak preview of Filmmakers' Fund grantee Ain't Them Bodies Saints. Here's how to get to the screening:
Take the Long Island Railroad from Penn Station to Little Neck on the Port Washington Line. A free shuttle will take audience members from the Little Neck LIRR stop to the farm from 6pm to 2am. The total trip from Penn Station to the farm should take about 45 minutes.
Take the E or F Train to Kew Gardens/Union Turnpike Station | Q46 Bus (eastbound on Union Tpk.) to Little Neck Parkway Stop | Cross Union Turnpike and walk North on Little Neck Parkway 3 blocks to Museum Entrance. Or take Hempstead Line to Floral Park Station or take Port Washington Line to Little Neck Station.
Ain't Them Bodies Saints (David Lowery | USA | 90 min.)
There is a hypnotic power in David Lowery’s films, as with his debut feature, St. Nick (Rooftop 2009, leading to his receiving the Rooftop Filmmakers’ Fund and Edgeworx Studios Post Production Grant). His films exude a tension and danger that is larger than any element in them -- his characters are quiet and simply drawn, but you sense depth and passion in them; his filmmaking is subtle and understated, but there’s an energy in every shot; his stories are focused and direct, but they contain grandeur.
Ain’t Them Bodies Saints begins with a trancelike fugue, as two lovers fight in a sunset field, coo to each other in a parked pickup, and are suddenly thrust into a farmhouse gunfight. A jail term for him, a baby for her, years of aching separation, an escape . . . and then the stately story begins. Bob Muldoon (Casey Affleck) is on a quest to reunite with Ruth Guthrie (Rooney Mara). In early scenes with a friend who offers a hiding place, Muldoon is vague about whether he’s going to fetch Ruth. But a confrontation with his criminal mentor (Keith Carradine) lights the fuse. There’s something in Muldoon’s eyes, a look into the distance and future, something in his movements that reveal a controlled flame of desire. Seeing that, his journey feels inevitable, fated, yet desperate and fraught.
Another man, the local sheriff once shot by Ruth, is moving steadily in, played with stunning naïve charm by a thickly-mustachioed Ben Foster. The weight of domesticity and threat of danger is perhaps more than the romantic desperado adventures Muldoon once thought he wanted. Ain’t Them Bodies Saints represents a form of near-magical realism, so vivid and intense as to seem dreamlike. The romance is whispered in the past; the violence happens so fast you’re bleeding before you know someone fired. And so what Muldoon wants remains perhaps unclear -- as unclear as real life -- until his dying day.
- Mark Elijah Rosenberg
No longer the bedroom folk duo of their early years, the Brooklyn quintet is slowly revealing their new identity as a sonically adventurous band. The inspired songwriting and lyrical storytelling of Carl Creighton remains a central focus for Howth while the surrounding sounds created by Blake Luley, Neil Acharya, Aviva Stampfer and Jeremy Duvall continue to grow into a a swelling, dynamic force.
Indulging on the melodies and sentiment of 90’s indie rock, Howth also reaches for the soaring heights of classic ’70s rock while adding in dynamic ambient textures inspired by Eno and minimalism.
Within Howth’s new songs, Creighton gives a voice to the soul-searching outsider attempting to find a place within claustrophobic environment of the urban landscape. Like a weed pushing through a crack in the sidewalk, their music reflects the perseverance of organic over artificial.