Linda Linda Linda – This is the kind of slice-of-life film we can’t seem to make here in the states. American independent cinema always has to have some contrived plot element; Quirky family. Gay relative. Quirky gay family relative. Handicap (mental or physical). Crime. Dwarves. A thinly veiled political statement. It can never be a simple story. There always has to be some huge catharsis in an American film. The closest American filmmaker we might have that’s doing minimalist work might be Ramin Bahrani.
Linda Linda Linda is very minimal. Some girls want to perform a song at the school festival. That’s pretty much it. They’re not out to steal something from the principal’s office. No one witnessed a crime. No one is pregnant or dying. It’s pretty straightforward, and I found it very satisfying. So much so, I think it’s the only foreign film I’d love to remake in America. No, strike that. In film school I saw Ménilmontant (Dimitri Kirsanoff) and wanted to remake it with Anne Parillaud and Juliette Binoche (I normally don’t like melodramas, but something struck me about that silent film).