Jonathan Poritsky

Phillies Shirt Guy, McCarren Pool, 2007

Ready for Opening Day?!?!

Portrait

Portrait

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From Israel last year. I love redis­cov­er­ing old pics.

Nothing much to report here other than my new­found obses­sion with post­ing photos.

Review: I Am Legend

It was lit­tle more than a decade ago that Will Smith danced his way atop a defeated alien space­craft and announced his box office allure. “Welcome to Earth!” burst forth from his mouth after an inter­stel­lar sock in the jaw, and imme­di­ately, it was clear that this was the man with which boffo bliss could be made. (in Independence Day for the uninitiated)In I Am Legend, we see a more mature, more finely attuned and more ripped actor than we have been watch­ing in the ensu­ing years. The film begins and ends with Smith, and I don’t mean tem­po­rally. Francis Lawrence’s film has much going for it while remain­ing wrought with prob­lems, but it is Mr. Smith’s impres­sive on-screen pres­ence that makes it even watch­able. In fact, any­one could have directed this film, and many were slated to before the expe­ri­enced music video direc­tor finally took the reins, as this was really a vehi­cle pushed heav­ily by Mr. Smith along the way. We can see why he wanted to star in this film: because he’s just that damn good.In the film, Smith plays Robert Neville, the last man on earth after a deadly virus destroys every­one, leav­ing around a half bil­lion infected and the few immune sur­vivors, like Mr. Neville, who the infected all ate. Gruesome yes? Well at least he’s got man’s best friend with him. The story opens three years into this night­mare, fol­low­ing our hero as he hunts, eats, enter­tains him­self, and makes it home before dark when the scaries make it out (they melt in the dark).Next to Mr. Smith’s phe­nom­e­nal per­for­mance, the rea­son to see this film is the sur­real post-apocalyptic imagery of New York City. There is a mix­ture of sat­is­fac­tion and fear see­ing what would become of the decay­ing Gotham three years out. The film­mak­ers’ rec­og­nize the jungle-like setup the city already pos­sesses: streets are the rivers that flow through moun­tain­ous build­ings. Once the laws that we have impressed upon this space have dis­ap­peared with human­ity, we get to see alter­na­tive pos­si­bil­i­ties for such a mon­u­men­tal man-made heap of metrop­o­lis. Through the magic of boat­loads of cash and some dig­i­tal trick­ery, the audi­ence is given a starkly accu­rate (there were a hand­ful of PhDs and MDs in the cred­its) vision of the end of Manhattan if the end came a hair sooner than the Mayans are telling us it will. Read on…