Once identified as the oldest microcinema in the Southwest, founded by then-MFAH Core Fellow Andrea Grover and situated in a church-turned-screening venue on Aurora Street in Houston’s Heights neighborhood, Aurora Picture Show has since grown into a full-fledged media arts center.
Houston Cinema Arts Festival, one of the few festivals in the US that focuses on films about the arts, takes over several Museum District venues from Nov. 9-13, with a streamlined program.
Every year a cluster of dance films make the Houston Cinema Arts Festival line-up, Nov. 9-13. This year they run the gamut, where dance and dancers are the central focus (Rebels on Pointe and No Maps on my Taps/About Tap), to films where dance is used sparingly, in a more poetic realm (Pendular).
“Keep Austin weird,” the bumper-sticker admonition goes, but German filmmaker John Bock—the latest of many European artists to take a cinematic crack at Texas, has envisioned a weirder Austin in Dead + Juicy, an exhibition combining an “uncanny musical” with an installation of transformed versions of the film’s props and sets.
In a year, a very small number of “jazz films” can or will be released — there’s just (unfortunately) not that many to be made. So, during Jazz on Film, a yearly festival curated by Peter Lucas, now in its fifth year, there are some repetitions from previous years.
Houston Cinema Arts Festival artistic director Richard Herskowitz mentioned early on in the festival that immersive cinema may be the one of the few ways to get away from our habit of constant distraction. Two days after the election, I needed all the distraction that I could get, which is perhaps why the VR Gallery became my go to refuge during the 2016 HCAF, which ran Nov. 10-17, 2016.
I'm convinced that most spaces can be improved by the presence of a few dancing bodies.
On Saturday Aug 27, walking out of the second night of Rush Process, a film festival highlighting handcrafted animation, my friend said, “it was v inspo,” which in millennial poetics, means “very inspiring.”
When the lights came up after an hour of Kelly Sears' shorts I felt like an extra from The Manchurian Candidate, with a mild case of benign paroxysmal positional vertigo, complete with the eyeball spinning.