Do you go to art houses and see people you don’t know--and think you would know and not like? The opening night screening of Jeremy Workman's documentary, Secret Mall Apartment--about an artist, Michael Townsend, creating a hidden living space in a Providence mall, that had become an eyesore, elicited earnest questions at The Sag Harbor Cinema Friday night. It’s never clear if people who speak up on these occasions are looking for answers or simply enjoying the sounds of their own voices. If it’s been thought it’s been said is as true of opining as it is of porn. Speaking of porn, Marco Bellocchio's Devil in the Flesh (1986) which played at the "old" Sag Harbor cinema, included scenes with Maruschka Detmers, which memorably succeeded in silencing the audience. There was little discussion in the theater as the audience filed out. But getting back to the subject of recognition. When you think someone looks familiar, there’s invariably an iota of truth in it, particularly when you occupy the kind of zip code where many residents are all under the delusion they're equally unique.
listen to "Shake Your Groove Thing" by Peaches and Herb
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