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Above all, Glimcher sees Pace as a product of its age. It has championed such contemporary artists as Chuck Close, Julian Schnabel and Claes Oldenburg, but has no intention of championing-up-and coming artists today. “Our youngest artist is Kiki Smith––and she’s 40,” he says. “It would probably only be detrimental for a young artist to show with us, as dwarfed between the giants as they would be. We’ve grown up with these people?...
THEN AGAIN... For all the dramatic incident and giddy camerawork (Schnabel, whose day job is painting, wants to keep this canvas moving, for any or no reason), the film is pretty logy, a trudging catalog of depredations and atrocities. Bardem hasn't the charisma to bring variety to Arenas or his plight. The only leavenings are guest turns by Depp (good in two roles, as the torturer and a drag queen) and Sean Penn, in gold tooth and brownface, as a skeptical peasant. Penn's twisted delivery of the line, "I won't join the rebels"--it comes...
...MIGHT LIKE IT Looking for a male weepie with art-house credentials? Julian Schnabel's sprawling biography of the Cuban poet and novelist Reinaldo Arenas spans a half-century, two countries, two languages, two extremes of regimes. Batista's rapacious tyranny keeps most people poor; Castro's stern, homophobic communism keeps them miserable. Bardem, who was excellent as the crippled husband in Pedro Almodovar's Live Flesh, plays a noble fellow suffering at the whip hand of a sadistic dreamboat like Johnny Depp, then wilting tragically from AIDS. It's a serious actor's dream role...
...work in the '80s was no less diverse, yet the mood had shifted. This was the Me decade of Julian Schnabel proclaiming his genius in front of anyone with a tape recorder, and Jean-Michel Basquiat, who managed to squeeze in all 15 minutes of his fame, literally following in Warhol's footsteps through strobe-lighted grottos like Studio 54 before drugs...
...suggests that he is the Hieronymus Bosch of our day, you sigh. Polke has never shown a smidgen of the aesthetic intensity, the absorption in religious and moral experience or the staggering completeness of Bosch's universe of images. This has to be the silliest comparison since Julian Schnabel last likened himself to Picasso...