My top film of 1990 was a quirky, intelligent romantic comedy about the idle rich called Metropolitan. It came out of nowhere to become an indie hit and win its first-time writer-director, Whit Stillman, an Oscar nomination for his screenplay. (He lost to the writing for Ghost; let that sink in for a second.) Stillman was initially heralded as the successor to Woody Allen, but with only four feature films to his credit (Barcelona, Last Days of Disco, Damsels in Distress), he’s been much more careful about his projects than the prolific Woodman. So getting a chance to parse his brain about the state of film is a rare opportunity. Which I will get on Wednesday night at the historic Texas Theatre in Oak Cliff. That’s where, at 7:30 p.m., the USA Film Festival will be screening Metropolitan for its the 25th anniversary, with Stillman in attendance. And I will be conducting a post-screening Q&A with him. Hope to see you there (you can get advance tickets here)!
