How it’s New York: the new documentary, The Swell Season, recently showed in Manhattan and Brooklyn.
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In my mini-review of the film when it was at Tribeca Film Festival, I gave it an A+, saying “it is hands down the best music movie about the toll of the touring life I’ve ever seen.”
Cut to pictures of Dad as a young man, a boxer with real promise who threw it away. I couldda been a contender, indeed. Glen did it for me, he says, and Hansard’s mother proudly wants her son to be in the news every day, good, bad or ugly. The father doesn’t live through the end of the filming – the drink – and refuses to say what demons led him to it, afraid to inflict it on his family.
Irglová hates the fame. Still a teenager when she won the Oscar, Irglová, naturally also sweet-natured and patient, throws a fit when she’s forced to meet fans. Not because she has to talk to them, but because they all want pictures. She can’t fundamentally understand the need to capture the famous – the greediness and pointlessness of the throw-away photo.
Check back on the Swell Season Movie site for screening times across the country and internationally, and for news of wide release, cable, DVD updates