Local Color

I saw a rough cut of this film a while back and was deeply moved by its simple beauty and meditative pace.

The performances have so much depth and take the diverse characters to a level that must have moved even the writer/director and producers.

It is also surprisingly funny, well not surprisingly, but when you read terms like "deeply moved" or "meditatve pace" you might *surprisingly* find yourself laughing out loud...a lot...

This is a feel good movie without being forced to feel good...it is an unfolding story with the heart and soul of the writer/director, producers, crew and cast made available to us, the audience, to take, relate and in our own way, give back...

I have now seen this movie 5 times and I will bet that I will see it five more. This movie for me was a validation of a life time of conviction about the state of modern art and how it has consistently suppressed the simple idea that nature and beauty still do matter.

I have gone to art school and I have seen how modern art schools can be so destructive in the nurturing of classically minded artists. And at the end of the day we wonder where the hell is art going.

For me this movie rekindled my love and passion for painting and ultimately reminded me of all those wonderful teachers who selflessly gave and encouraged me not to stop my journey. There is so much in John Talia's character that I related to, and I am sure a great deal more to Armin's.

Every frame in the movie for me looked like it was composed by an artist, only later to find out that it was. Anyone who admires the art of the great American Pennsylvania and dutch movement, will take away so much from this movie. You can see the influence of Andrew Wyeth and the Brandywine school on the director.

George Gallo is as masterful a story teller as he is an artist. His attention to composition of every frame and his sincere dialogue and very real character development, make this a guy to watch. I can't wait until his next picture.

I was very moved by the entire experience.

This movie gets five stars and 2 thumbs up from me.

These days we have movies that hurl us into outer space, throw us into life threatening situations laden with violence and hysteria, or filled with so many amazing special effects that one cannot tell what is real and what is not. George Gallo's newest film, LOCAL COLOR offers none of the above. Not that I don't love the Wachowski Brothers or enjoy peaking into the twisted, creative mind of Quentin Tarantino. I do. But for countless reasons having to do with the state of the world today, I think that most of us long for this kind of "entertainment". The kind that serves to connect us to our humanity and give us hope. I love this movie. The acting is stellar, the story is compelling and inspiring. The cinematography is nothing short of spectacular. I was able to see the world through a true artists eye. It made me understand the level of passion and tenaciousness it takes to reach that level. Some might say that the film is too sentimental, others might say it is self-indulgent or egocentric, but I disagree. I feel that the tale was told with hat in hand that it will serve to inspire anyone who is open to the message it delivers. It is a movie about achievement attained by following one's passion, not by selling ones soul.

Most of the time when I see a film, I instantly forget about it the minute I walk out the theater door. This movie is different. It's been three weeks now since I've seen "Local Color" and I can't stop thinking about it. There are scenes so poignant that I can still hear the dialogue echoing in my head. There's a scene in particular early on in the film when the old painter looks up to the sky and asks his young protégé, "What color are the clouds? You think that they're white, but look again". Since seeing this film, I too find myself looking around me, analyzing the color and beautiful nuances of life. This film has honestly changed the way I look at things.

Furthermore, this film is very funny. The humor is very human and it takes you by surprise. I laughed out loud a lot. I love this film.

I attended the World Premiere of Local Color Saturday night at the Tribeca Film Festival, and I was filled with a sense of peace and warmth as I left the theater. This really is a "feel good" film.

Nicoli Seroff is an aging, jaded former Russian painter. His would-be protégé is John Talia Jr., a young artist with the headlong enthusiasm of youth. Writer/director George Gallo's tale is is nothing short of a beautiful work of art, much like those which populate the film.

Ray Liotta: As John Sr., the always dependable Liotta shines in this role as the macho "man's man" to his son's budding art ambitions. The interactions between the two are painful if not comical. Even today (the film is set in 1974) how many fathers would lovingly encourage their teenage sons to be painters? Not unless the walls need to be redone, of course. But in a role that could have easily been stereotypical, Liotta adds nuance and texture to his performance with which a less experienced actor would have struggled.

Samantha Mathis: Perhaps Seroff's final muse as he heads into his last days, Mathis' Carla is full of life yet strains under the weight of pain only she understands. Now Talia enters their lives – who will best soothe her in her quiet anguish, or more appropriately, which artist will most find comfort in her presence? Will she be the fulcrum who balances Nicoli and John? Or will she tear them apart? Mathis takes on this enigmatic role with steady, understated strength and is simply angelic.

Ron Perlman: This veteran character actor may be one of our most underrated performers of the last 25 years. That he was chosen for the role of Curtis Sunday is a stroke of casting brilliance. Sometimes Seroff's lone supporter, sometimes his fiercest nemesis, Sunday provides the film's comic relief as a self-professed modernist who claims to be at the cutting edge of art while thumbing his stuck up nose at tradition. Effete and obnoxious, Perlman's Sunday manages to elicit some empathy in the face of the stubborn, equally opinionated Seroff. I cried with laughter at what may be one of the finest scenes in any film this year. You'll know it when you see it. Perlman is superb.

Armin Mueller-Stahl: I'm not one for hyperbole, but I truly believe Mueller-Stahl would be astounding in any role he chooses. In this case, as mentor to the young Talia, he is truly being himself – a legendary artist who has been there, done that. In this case, though, he is the reluctant teacher to Trevor Morgan's John. His is the face of wisdom drawn from a lifetime of determination, success, and failure. His is the mind of one who simply wants to live out his last days in a bottle of vodka. And it is left to John Talia to break that bottle, or at least to see Seroff through the glass, and vice-versa. Such is the stuff of great film, and here the brilliant direction of George Gallo is evident – he doesn't "direct" as much as he lets go. Mueller-Stahl inhabits this character like hand in glove, at times heartbreaking, at others raucous with laughter, his Seroff is the teacher we all dream of – or is he? Will John be up to the task of coaxing the long dormant talents of the Russian painter to wake up just long enough to inspire the young man to pursue his dreams? Mueller-Stahl is a delight, and deserves great notice for his performance as Nicoli Seroff.

Trevor Morgan: The impact of this film rests largely on the shoulders of Morgan's performance as the young John Talia Jr., whose story is based on the writer's own experiences as a young struggling artist in an art world that is quite unfriendly to contrarians. To play the protagonist in a film which is set in a world somewhat foreign to most is daunting in itself. Morgan not only succeeds but wins the hearts of the audience from the moment he appears on screen. The camera loves him, and in a role that requires as much to be said in a look or a gesture as words on a page, Morgan is an inspired choice. His are the eyes of youth, of sadness and hope, of loneliness and desire, and this is the stuff of which great performances are made. We believe Morgan is John, but more importantly, John is everyboy. This isn't just a tale of a youth yearning for acceptance in an art world in which his chosen genre is passé. After all, what teen hasn't sought approval, somewhere, sometime, in any setting? We all identify with John because we all were John. Who will listen to me? Will my dad support my hopes and desires? Will I find anyone to help me achieve my goals and dreams? This is classic material, and Morgan's performance is gut wrenching and joyful all at once. I was on the verge of tears for so long that when they finally did flow it was cathartic. That Morgan is still a teenager himself on whose performance this film succeeds or fails bodes well for this young man's career. He is frighteningly endearing, and one is left with a sense of wonder at what he has accomplished here. Expect great things from Trevor Morgan.

Visually and aurally stunning, the sweeping landscapes of the Pennsylvania woodlands (portrayed excellently by Louisiana) are photographed in loving detail by Michael Negrin, and the score by Chris Boardman is simply breathtaking. This is one soundtrack you'll want to own. The music tugs at your heart without being heavy-handed, which might have been the case in lesser talented hands.

Local Color is a masterful work of art, much like the subject of its story, and the artist George Gallo deserves nothing less than the boundless appreciation of the theater-going public. I certainly give him that.