A '90s indie film curiosity from avant garde filmmaker (and neo-con troll) Vincent Gallo. Buffalo '66 has some inspired moments, as well as some moments that could come from Tommy Wiseau. The cinematography from an up and coming Lance Acord is excellent, but the direction and editing are all over the place, esp. Gallo's 360° master shots at a dining table and Gallo's (over)use of screen inserts to represent memories.
I thought this film was actually very amazing and had a lot of potential. The acting that was portrayed was very beautiful and well thought out. I think that Vincent Gallo made a very beautiful and amazing film. Also the story line behind it was very interesting and made the film enjoyable to watch.
The film has a certain undernourished poise that I appreciate, and it builds, through a unique cadence, to about 3 moments of grace that I found truly remarkable. In between, though, I couldn't help but feel the narcissism of the filmmakers, as if its worldview of naturalized, justified, polite stupidity (and for that matter, misogyny) went beyond just its characters.
I remember when they were shooting this in Buffalo and on a dull gray Sunday mid- morning I was walking up Delaware and saw a young woman walking toward me. We were the only two people on the street and I nodded as I passed and she gave a strange little smile but it was not till I passed that I realized she was Christina Ricci. This film feels like that memory. Of a Buffalo that is now far less gray.
Despite moments of cinematic brilliance (Ben Gazzara’s crooning; Ricci’s bowling alley tap dance—basically the same trick), this film made me queasy watching it as a teenager, and downright disgusted upon rewatching as an adult. What better encapsulates the Trump era than a man who perceives himself as traumatized (remember, his imprisonment was his own doing) getting a pass for treating women like garbage.
I'm not going to watch it again any time soon, but since Mubi's playing it I figured I'd grade it. At the time it came out I kind of hated Vincent Gallo--an attitude that gradually grew more shrug-oriented--but, well, one sort of had to see Buffalo '66 in 1998, so I did. I'm pretty sure I liked it more than I was really happy about. That bowling alley "Heart of the Sunrise" tap number, though: fucking brilliant.
My first foray into Gallo's oeuvre, after having learned of him -aside from the Brown Bunny controversy- from a stray joke in Girls. This *is* a nasty film (albeit with an auteur's mark) and Ricci's character is either depressingly pliant or just that bored, but it's weirdly compelling in any case.