Drunken history of the humble phony jealous male bitch Jason... "it only hurts when you think about it... And if ye are real, you think for a long time..." "but if you try to forget... They'll get to you... " "I love Diana... I love you Richard... And if you don't know I love you, then you don't know anything about anything... " "there's nothing more to say. Other than an orgasm..."
So glad I got to see this. I bet if it were released today, it would be an enormous hit. Fascinating documentation of the beginnings of so many cultural signals: Drag queens doing the snap before "Oh snap!" was added to the gesture; calling each other "Miss Thing." Jason's mellifluous voice is mesmerizing to listen to. Great portrait of a complex human being unafraid to expose all his contradictions.
I'll never tell. Jason, for me, is like seeing an old friend but not realizing what I'm in for until we've both had too many drinks. He takes advantage of the format, uses repetition, outmaneuvers the camera at so many turns. Clarke is less exploitative than other filmmakers who have tried to deal with the pathologized and trivialized.
"[POJ] gets you thinking about essential issues that most nonfiction naively or cynically ignores. It raises profound questions about the nature of the self, the relationship between fiction and reality, and the way that film doesn't simply record raw truth but shapes it into something reflecting the filmmaker's vision of life." -John Powers, NPR. Hence Clarke's portrait of Jason's portrait of Jason. Mesmerizing.
Greatest episode of "Drunk History" ever. ......................................................................... It was like walking into a bar and sitting down next to an old drunk guy dishing out story after story. Listening to him laugh and laugh at himself and wishing there was some polite way to excuse yourself.
How one feels about this movie probably depends on ow one feels about Aaron/Jason. Not many movie stars can hold an audience's attention for 105 minutes. That includes Aaron/Jason. After 10 minutes I was bored by him. By the end he was a pathetic creation, masquerading as someone who he thinks might be interesting. Its failings notwithstanding I'm looking forward to seeing more from Shirley Clarke.
Glad I finally got to see this after hearing about it some time ago. Such an effective (and sometimes uncomfortable) look at an electric personality. Holliday spouts off his philosophies and talks about his life in a combination of joy, sadness, anger, and braggadocio. We see multiple sides of a person, a charming performer, a wounded drunk, all pieces that make up an interesting life worth watching.
A talker, a guy with a slick rap and his language was a pleasure to listen to. Thinking back, it wasn't just the stories, but also the way he told them. It got painful toward the end as he got more and more wasted. I really didn't enjoy the camera constantly going in and out of focus. This seemed like a stylistic mannerism that served no purpose that I could detect.