Goldstein

I can see why Jean Renoir thought this was the best American movie in forever. It's an absurdist art comedy that's actually very European. Its creative visual compositions, lively camerawork, Meyer Kupferman's stupendous musical score and Adolfas Mekas' zesty experimentalist editing, conspire with the strange and humorous content to create a rich and unique mood. Nothing like Philip Kaufman's later mainstream cinema, Goldstein harks to Tati, Antonioni, early indie film and Renoir himself.

Semi-coherent little 60s comedy, wherein an old man (Lou Gilbert) emerges from Lake Michigan and captures the attention of a sculptor (Tom Erhart). Other semi-random things occur, and the whole thing doesn't so much end as stop. The scenes with Gilbert have a fable-esque poignancy to them, and suggest what could have been; elsewhere we find a lot of lame, dated anti-authority satire. The cinematography, the glimpses of 60s Chicago and Meyer Kupferman's lovely score are the best parts of it.