Winners at the Tribeca Film Festival receive some serious artwork.

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In the first scene of Sound of My Voice—a sci-fi drama from first-time director Zal Batmanglij—a couple follows directions into the garage of a suburban house. They are met by a stranger who instructs them to wash up, thoroughly, and put on hospital gowns. The stranger then handcuffs and blindfolds them, and leads them into a van.

Their restraints are removed once inside another location, where they are led into a basement and, after a series of elaborate handshakes, are welcomed into the group and introduced to Maggie.

Barefoot and veiled, Maggie enters the room with an oxygen tank in tow. She sits cross-legged on the floor, lifts her veil and proceeds to tell the story of how she came to be. The story concludes with her showing the group her tattoo of a delicate anchor and the number 54. “See, I come from 54,” she says. “2054. Your future.”

This all takes place within the first 12 minutes of the film—viewable here—and the rest of the film is equally engaging. It is later divulged that the couple, Peter and Lorna, are actually documentarians who want to make a film on cults and expose Maggie as a fraud. But Peter and Lorna get in over their heads, and begin to question their own beliefs—and each other.

Though it was shot on a micro budget, Sound of My Voice is impactful, raising questions about the power of belief, the search for truth and how the two can be easily confused. Brit Marling is particularly enchanting in her role as Maggie, disorienting and disarming cult members—and moviegoers—with her celestial beauty and poignant performance.

Each scene in film builds on the last, and amounts to a wonderfully complex narrative that is as fantastic as it is real.

Sound of My Voice is in theaters April 27th

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We attended the World Premiere of Morgan Spurlock’s new film Mansome this past Saturday. Through candid interviews, Mansome takes an in-depth and humorous look at grooming, and the extremes of keeping up a man’s appearance in the 21st century. Executive produced by Will Arnett, Jason Bateman and Ben Silverman. When this comes out nationally, you’ll want to see it. 84 minutes of A+ entertainment.

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They fit right in.

Uncle Elroy is the best.

While I’m not too much of a fan of Fire Walk With Me, I am a fan of this One Eyed Jack’s neon sign.

Above is a small preview of art from the “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me ” 20th anniversary group art exhibition that opens at Copro Gallery – Bergamot Station this Saturday.

Kick-Ass

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Guns by Eclectic Method

Steven Spielberg and crew, 1992.

Rosie O’Donnell just put this house up for sale.

From Square Grouper:

“In 1975, the Ethiopian Zion Coptic Church purchased a mansion on the exclusive Star Island to serve as their Miami headquarters. They soon fell into conflict with their neighbors, who didn’t appreciate Coptics arriving and leaving all day and night or the thick cloud of marijuana smoke that blanketed the property like a fog.”

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The Fourth Dimension

Three vignettes directed by Jan Kwiecinski, Aleksey Fedorchenko and Harmony Korine. One stars Val Kilmer.

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FTW.

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Casey Neistat went around the world in 10 days spending an undisclosed sum that Nike gave him to make a movie. In the end, he made an adverfilm for Nike with some nice quotes and great scenery… money creatively well spent.

That new Woody Allen ish.

Watch it.

I’ve seen early versions of this film. It’s good, historical, and now it’s got John Waters doing the narration. Congrats to Rog, Zio, and Caleb on this.

“From director Roger Gastman—a producer of the Academy Award-nominated documentary Exit Through the Gift Shop—comes Wall Writers, a documentary on graffiti in its innocence.

Through unprecedented access to TAKI 183, CORNBREAD, and a host of other legendary writers, Wall Writers tells the story of a time when underprivileged city kids refused to keep lurking in the shadows, when the streets were so wild that fame and infamy became indistinct, when art became a democracy and self-promotion became an art.”

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