Its been a tough year in the world of cinema, both globally and locally. We lost way too many massive talents directors Ingmar Bergman and Michelangelo Antonioni were only the tip of an iceberg that included Taiwanese auteur Edward Yang, Senegals Ousmane Sembene and legendary cinematographer Laszlo Kovacs, just to name a few trailblazers whose passing puts the drabness of todays film scene in all-too-sharp relief. The state of film criticism sank to new lows as newspapers dropped local voices in favor of anonymous wire reviews; bloggers spewed an increasingly superficial mix of fanboy gossip and box-office boosterism; and independent theaters continued to shut their doors at ever-alarming rates. Yeah, things are tough all over. But probably the most significant loss on a local level was the demise of the Tampa International Film Festival, a hugely ambitious, award-winning event that for the past four years has energized the local film community, adding much-needed credibility to Tampa Bays art scene by screening scores of great films that might otherwise never have been seen here. R.I.P., TIFF, we hardly knew ye.
Tampa International Film Festival, 401 W. Kennedy Blvd. Tampa, 813-253-3333, tampafilmfest.com.
Its a historic landmark thats been around for nearly 70 years, but St. Petes Beach Theater got a new lease on life this year when the place was purchased by local-boy-made-good, screenwriter Michael France (Fantastic Four, The Hulk). France clearly loves the movies as much as he loves this grand old movie palace and has reconfigured The Beach with utmost respect, care and creativity. Over the past year, weve been treated to shark sandwiches during a screening of Jaws, a family-oriented 1939 Day (honoring the year the theater was built), complete with free showings of The Wizard of Oz and 1939 prices on concessions and some fantastic theme-based programming that has included music projects such as Monterey Pop and the wonderful, rarely seen Wattstax (both copromoted by WMNF). The Beach mixes things up to fine effect, offering us Pirates of the Caribbean-style popcorn flicks along with sophisticated indie projects like La Vie en Rose and Sicko, and, just for good measure, spicing things up with revivals of cult curiosities like The Big Lebowski and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Cant wait to see whats next.
315 Corey Ave, St Pete Beach, 727-360-6697, beachtheater.com.
Garland seemed to have been everywhere last season in plays as diverse as The Pillowman at Jobsite, Bug at Gorilla Theatre, Grace at [email protected] and Woman in Mind again at Jobsite. Although he shone in each play, he was most memorable in Pillowman, where he was Keturian, a struggling writer whose violent stories were being enacted for real by a mysterious figure who just might be his own brother. As Keturian, Garland was frightened, baffled and skittishly deferential to the two cops who were interrogating him but passionate when he felt that his brother was being harmed. He was utterly different as the smarmy, menacing Dr. Sweet of Bug and the perfectly compassionate husband of Woman in Mind. Garland may be the Everyman that local theaters have been looking for since Jeff Norton stopped appearing in plays. Watch for him on every stage in town.
Corley first showed that she had become an actress of real power a couple of years ago in Frankie and Johnny in the Claire de Lune, but she put a lock on local audiences attentions with her superb performance last season in Alan Ayckbourns Woman In Mind at Jobsite Theater. Corley played Susan, a mentally deteriorating heroine torn between her wretched real life and a fantasy existence that provided her everything she could hope for. Corleys Susan was funny, frightening, emotionally convincing, unpredictable, pathetic and remarkably charming. She won our hearts in mere minutes, and left us almost wishing her more madness, since it was only when she was off her head that she thought herself surrounded by a caring world.
Credit Jack Spatafora/Aestheticized Presents for making sure the Modern Skirts perform as frequently as possible at preferred local indie bars like New World Brewery in Ybor City. The quartets album Catalogue of Generous Men is an elegant and emotive creation fit for myriad tastes yes, were talking to you, the guy who listens to nothing but the classic-rock station. The Skirts sunny-but-never-saccharine vocals, memorable lyrics about matters of the heart and smile-inducing melodies make for timeless listening. In concert, the bands big ol rock n heart pushes the musicians to make lasting impressions with performances that place more importance on crowd connection than reproducing their recorded material note-for-note. This M.O. leads to bold, sinewy guitar solos and an abundance of infectious energy that circulates through the crowd like joints at a Widespread Panic show. Granted, the Skirts dont have far to travel from their home base in Athens, Ga., but with their schedule growing increasingly more hectic, each visit becomes that much more appreciated.
Ever wanted to learn the ins and outs of Web design or jewelry-making but just didnt know where to turn for help? St. Petes The Arts Center remains the place to pick up a paintbrush or throw a pot with the guidance of patient, friendly and expert instructors. With classes in everything from glassblowing to digital photography at relatively affordable rates from just over $100 for members (nonmembers pay more) for a five-week series of classes to several hundred dollars for high-demand workshops with visiting artists the Arts Center is a dependable venue for folks looking to acquire mad skills without taking a college-level class. As a bonus, members are eligible to take part in an annual exhibit held in September.
719 Central Ave., St. Petersburg, 727-822-7872, theartscenter.org.
Two of the years most artful protests took place in downtown parks: Kiley Gardens in Tampa and Williams Park in St. Petersburg. At Urban Charrettes Conceptual Kiley Gardens Project, a display and auction of trees, handmade from found and recycled materials, called attention to the disrepair of gardens designed by noted landscape architect Dan Kiley. In St. Petersburg, a coalition of artists called Project: Home built artistic interpretations of home from a portable camp in camouflage to a shrine made of repurposed food containers to draw attention to homelessness. Since both issues remain unresolved, we hope to see and hear more from both groups in the future.
As president of the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center, Judith Lisi has made an immeasurable contribution to the local arts world. Even when the now-precious Jobsite Theater was still developing its personality, she saw its promise and made it the resident company in the Shimberg Playhouse. Last season she brought such important Broadway plays as The Light in the Piazza, Spamalot and Doubt to the Morsani Hall and brought back Rent, Hairspray and Wicked. Her love of opera meant that local audiences had a chance to see Gounods Romeo and Juliet, Mozarts Don Giovanni and Verdis Il Trovatore, and she tried nobly, if unsuccessfully to make Tampa history into a work of art with the musical Cigar City Chronicles. Whatever your pleasure dance or cabaret, Broadway spectacular or one-woman performance art Lisi made a place for it in her nationally celebrated theater complex.
That place sucks. Such recriminations roll off the tongue when music aficionados speak of amphitheatres. Ford Amp gets more than its share of scorn. Heres news: Not all acts can perform in hipster clubs or tasteful theaters. Some acts need bigger spaces, and as far as were concerned, the Ford Amp is a first-rate venue at which to see a major show. Its flexible enough to house crowds from 5,000 to 20,000. A portion of it is covered with assigned seats; the back section is a lawn under the stars. The sound dissolves into open air, making it easy on the ears. And the video screens provide good views for those not close to the stage. In all, a very effective setting for a concert. We think the slagging that the Ford Amp takes is simply knee-jerk nonsense.