![]() ![]() In our family, he was in charge of logic and money. My father, Dorie Friend, is a historian and a highly rational man his Easter Island-size head is stuffed with knowledge. Turning to face the house at last, he lowers himself onto one knee and pans across the stone exterior, slowly now. The set of his shoulders suggests dissatisfaction with what he sees this Christmas season: the bare apple trees, the frozen pond. It takes a moment to realize that he is peering through my mother’s old Olympus camera, aiming it here and there. ![]() He moves uncertainly, his hands cupped around his eyes like an Arctic explorer in a whiteout. “It’s always a question of where to look.From an upstairs window, I see my father walking away down his snowy lawn. But I got to see some great art.’ ” He glanced around, smiling. It was really bad, it was naïve and stupid. Our son will look at us in twenty-five years, when we’re all sitting in holes together because the system crashed”-he pointed up at the coming climatic doom-“and he’ll say, ‘Didn’t you know you shouldn’t fly?’ I’ll tell him, ‘I know. So he’s both victim and perpetrator-like me, flying in here today and back out tomorrow. ?” He bound his fingers together and strained to extricate them. Tykwer ordered a double espresso and said, “Alan sold Schwinn to China, and now the Chinese come in to sell the King a better virtual-meeting system. They kissed and chatted about the Whitney, and then she angled off, brandishing her cell phone to indicate many pending tasks. Tykwer’s wife came by, wearing a red leather jacket and a radiant smile. And when Tom falls in love with the Saudi doctor”-played by Sarita Choudhury-“when he’s in bed with her, it’s amazing. He throws images of himself at other people that they have to eat-but that mask in his eyes slowly deteriorates until it collapses, like old America. Tom enchants you even as Alan is using all these past-their-date-of-selling-by tricks, like his ‘Hey, where are you from?’ greeting. “Alan could be just a sad, late-capitalism loser, an analog man who grew up selling things you can touch, like the Schwinn bicycles that every American I ever meet once had. “The whole movie is an anticlimax, yes,” the director said placidly. “But it didn’t happen.”Īlan later goes on a wolf hunt but allows the wolf to pad off, and even his strivings for the King’s favor turn out to be moot. Or is it ‘delayed’? The ‘late dad’ is dead! I was interested in the model where you perpetuate the beautifulness as lovers, with the children to the side.” He laughed. The film’s distributors gave me this packet of reviews, and one said, ‘Tykwer’s Adaptation is Eggers minus Eggers,’ so ‘minus’ is on my brain.” Joint travel has been further curtailed, he added, because his sons are six and one. “Her name is Marie Steinmann”-he drew a hyphen in the air-“Tykwer. He confided that it was strange being in New York with his wife, as they rarely travel together anymore. “It’s always an image for me, an individual trapped in”-his fingers revolved-“is it a hamster’s wheel?” The repetition calls to mind his 1998 film, “Run Lola Run,” in which Lola has just twenty minutes to raise a hundred thousand marks to save her boyfriend’s life, and, “Groundhog Day”-style, three tries at the task. “The challenge for a filmmaker is to make the days seem endless without seeming boring,” Tykwer said. So Clay spends day after day driving out to a planned future city in the desert, waiting in a sweltering tent, then driving back and getting drunk. A divorced, slightly desperate American businessman, Clay flies to Jeddah, in Saudi Arabia, to pitch a 3-D virtual-conferencing system to the King. In “A Hologram for the King,” which Tykwer adapted from Dave Eggers’s novel, Alan Clay (Tom Hanks) has the same need. Taking a seat in the lounge, Tykwer, who’s fifty and fit, raked a hand through his tufty black hair, then ordered an iced latte to resuscitate and resituate himself. Stunning! There was a later self-portrait by Cindy Sherman, where she explores her aging by photographing herself as a celebrity who’s trying to represent what she used to-only you can see in her eyes she knows it’s gone.” “I just arrived.” Hearing how he sounded- Just popped over from Berlin to première my new film-the director grinned and confessed, “Actually, my wife and I took a stop on the way in at the new Whitney. “Sorry I’m late-not very German,” Tom Tykwer said, after rushing into the lobby of the Bowery Hotel. ![]()
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