|8:30PM||Live Music by Purmamarca|
on the pier along the water
24-20 FDR Drive, Service Road East at 23rd Street and the East River, New York, NY 10010
R/6 to 23rd St., walk all the way east.
NY Premiere of Jim Mickle’s Sundance hit! Part of Time Warner Cable Movies On Demand May Indie Film Month. Presented in partnership with Time Warner Cable & Indiewire.
Cold In July (Jim Mickle | 109 min.)
(Jim Mickle | 109 min.) How can a split-second decision change your life? While investigating noises in his house one balmy Texas night in 1989, family man Richard Dane (Michael C. Hall) accidentally puts a bullet in the brain of low-life burglar Freddy Russell. Although he’s hailed as a small-town hero, Dane struggles with his conscious and the moral repercussions. As the dust starts to settle in the small town, he realizes he’s not the only one upset by the burglar’s death and finds himself fearing for his family’s safety when Freddy’s ex-con father, Ben (Sam Shepard), rolls into town, hell-bent on revenge.
Following up last year’s family cannibal horror We Are What We Are, Jim Mickle’s fourth feature is a deliberately structured crime-revenge drama that sports a trio of compelling performances from Hall, Shepard, and a hilariously cocky Don Johnson. With pitch perfect late ‘80s period design—from clothes to cars to toasters to mullets, and even video stores – Mickle effortlessly throws you back in time and re-imagines the classic American small town. Compositions are drenched in evocative red and blue light and a driving synth score keeps the audience on its toes, as the film takes its twists and turns with assured, confident direction.
Cold in July doesn't hold back, especially during its jarring opening and bloody finale. The throb of the synthesizers continues on as the viewer is thrown down a rabbit hole of vigilante justice. The film leaves you with more than enough to ponder, as the moral dilemmas of Hall's Dane, Shepard’s Russel, and Johnson’s Jim Bob become our own. Mickle's dedication to his narrative conceit, as well as the film's retro style, confirms his status as one of the most intertextually engaged and exciting voices in independent cinema.
- Daniel Spada
If being named after a small village in Argentina next to a seven coloured mountain conjures images of breathless beauty, dewy mornings and hazy afternoons, then Purmamarca don’t disappoint. Their first collection of songs show that they have an uncanny knack for writing melodies that creep in and take up residence inside you mind.
Taken from the first collection of songs is “Spring”. It opens with acoustic lines that weave in and out, demonstrating a blurry collage of indie and psych. The almost Kurt Vile-like vocal winds wistfully around everything, all echoey and warm, as guitars and vocal harmonies take turns to delicately embellish the track. And suddenly, it’s gone.
Must be a lovely place, Purmamarca.