As I'm sure I've discussed, there is a subset of artists that I know more in theory than in reality. That is, I admire their vision and what they accomplished and completely support their recognition, but who I have never warmed to. This would include artists like Prokofiev and Stravinsky and Altman, etc. I appreciate how they changed the world and their process, but I just don't, personally, like their work. This led to my famous misstep with my friend Kevin when I was trying to make that point about They Might Be Giants, not realizing that it was his favorite band. Another artist that might find their way into this eclectic collection would be Abel Ferrara. Last night I watched his New Rose Hotel, which starred Christopher Walken, Willem Defoe, and Asia Argento. Obviously, I love independent filmmakers, and I like many of the actors who work with Ferrara, and I celebrate anyone who keeps film noir alive, but I don't think I've ever seen a Ferrara film that I truly liked. The characters remain vaguely out of focus for me, and thus I simply don't care about them as I should. Still, this will not keep me from watching more of his movies in the future.
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