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10 February 2008

Friday Night

Walking up Bancroft Street in Berkeley on Friday night, past partying college students on the edge of the campus, I smiled to myself, amused that my idea of a fun Friday night, now that my wife and daughter have been conking out at an awfully early hour, is going to see The Mother and the Whore at the Pacific Film Archive.

And then I came upon the building and saw not a handful of boring film geeks like myself with the exact same plan but rather a line out the door and a crooked, taped-up sign saying, "SOLD OUT".

I never know what will sell out at the PFA. Yes, it's a Jean Eustache classic that's not on DVD. That's why I was going. (I missed the recent screening at the SFMOMA.) I suppose in retrospect it's obvious. But still.

This isn't the first time I've gone back home to SF with empty eyeballs.

One day, I will see the Eustache.

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Reader Comments

February 11, 2008, 05:29 AM

Darren

That's a shame. I've never seen any Eustache films, and I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to. This is kind of twisted logic, but in this era when so many of the rare jewels are being released *somewhere* on DVD, I kind of enjoy knowing that some of them are still hidden.

February 11, 2008, 10:23 AM

davis

I know what you mean. It's also nice to see that a screening like that can still pack the house, even if I don't get to be in it.

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