A, B, C… Manhattan (1997)
director: amir naderi
cast: lucy knight, erin norris, sara paul, maisy hughes, nikolai voloshuk, merritt nelson, arnie charnik, stella rose, ezra buzzington
Amir
Naderi has been quietly making films in his adopted city of New York for the
past decade and has managed to capture the city like none of its native sons
or daughters. "A, B, C… Manhattan" was an official entry at Cannes
and Sundance film festivals but won’t be in wide release.
The only reason why I’m reviewing a film which I haven’t seen in over a year (and then only as a rough cut in an editing room) is that it’s going to be shown at Lincoln Center at the end of this month. It’s worth a look if you’re an art-film lover and are looking for something other than the usual fare. "A, B, C…" is the second installment of a trilogy about living in New York City that started with "Manhattan By Numbers".
"A,
B, C Manhattan" takes place on one day in the lives of three women that
share an apartment in Alphabet City (maybe, Amir should’ve called this one "Manhattan
By Letters") and concerns how their lives are coming together and apart—life
has a way of making the two feel the same in that the direction of your life
can seem to be working beyond your control.
One woman is trying to end her affair with an oppressive boyfriend. The second is searching for her missing dog—a mutt who means more to her than any of her boyfriends or girlfriends. The third is spending time with her young daughter and waiting for a mysterious couple. Each has a secret. As with any episodic story, it is at the mercy of the audience’s varying affinity to the vastly different women. Amir Naderi manages to breathe a very authentic feel of what it’s like to live in Gotham. He neither romanticizes nor vilifies; he captures its grime, banality and raw energy. He could also give some pointers to would-be directors on how to shoot a film with his highly distinctive style. His film's put visuals ahead of characters and plot developments. "A, B, C… Manhattan" was made (in film terms) for no money but was one of the great visual treats of ’97. — Tom Graney
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