Public Speaking

I have been reading, here and there, quotes from Fran Lebowitz for decades, not really knowing who she was.

She is a virtuoso at cutting through the haze and nonsense of American culture to expose the ludicrous truths beneath. I've always felt sort of silly, being American, and now I know why. Thank you, Fran, for putting into words what any well-traveled American already knows in their heart but can't quite verbalize.

We need people like Fran to give us an honest look at ourselves and knock some of the pompous self-righteousness out of us now and then. Thank you, Fran and Mr. Scorsese.

The main character of Public Speaking, the latest Martin Scorsese documentary/profile, is conversation. Only he is a little too fidgity visually (and why not, he's friggin Scorsese after all) to stay in one spot on a subject like Louis Malle could do with Gregory and Shawn with 'Andre'. Indeed Scorsese, while obviously being the one spoken to along with another person, by humorist/author Fran Lebowitz, she lets her mind and mouth, moving and thinking always as she speaks very fast but eloquently, let's that be the driving force of the film. He'll occasionally cut to a scene or something to demonstrate what she might be talking about, or something surprising like an old commercial from the 1950's or (gasp) footage from his own Taxi Driver to show what the streets of NYC in the 70's were like.

Lebowitz is the figure of the film, and if you can find her interesting and funny then you're good to go already. The crowd I saw the film with at a limited engagement in NYC was perfect to see it with: not too large, but totally in tune with her way of wit. Her attitude should be presumptuous and pompous - she's one of those who says "I'm right about everything!" - but she's right about enough stuff, and funny about it, that it's alright. She goes through a lot of topics, mostly about herself and how she came to be from a woodsy NJ background to one of Andy Warhol's not-quite pop-stars ("It was a joke!" she says of his whole concept of superstardom), how she gained some fame as a writer, and then slacked off for many years, and of course Feminism, politics, etc.

I was surprised how taken I was with her way of thinking and speaking, as I had never heard of her before watching the film. Scorsese moves things along at a fast pace but never where it's too fast, and we get to know this person by the end of a sorta dinner-conversation (though there's no food and no drink outside of water). The editing style, though mostly rather standard for the director (mostly cutting shots of close-ups and mediums of Lebowitz), is most on fire when he cuts to the clips, such as one between two older men on a 1968 TV show where the discourse becomes nasty very quick. What drew me in ultimately though, as much as it was Lebowitz being a charming (almost in spite of herself) figure, was how intelligence just radiates in the film and a quest for knowledge that is pertinent. You want to know about her, from her, whatever it is, and that's fascinating.

It's a conventional expose of an unconventional woman - that is, unconventional from today's standards of stupidity, ignorance, and corporate defeat. She's someone you might want to have a coffee with, if she could tolerate *you* first, or ultimately visa-versa.

A truly delightful and enlightening experience. Fran Lebowitz guides the viewer through her experience with a multitude of famous, and now deceased, great artists. Although Fran is 14 years my junior, she has grasped the essence of America. A scene with Pack Paar and Oscar Levant is gracefully mixed with sound bites from William Buckley, Jr and the fine playwrights of the last century. I felt a great deal of empathy for her when she discussed what turned out to be a big guffaw at an outdoor rally organized by Joe Papp. Arts oriented persons should feel perfectly at home listening to her monologue. Whether I watch the History Channel, PBS or HBO, seldom is there as entertaining a story as this. This is a solid recommendation for anyone who wants an in depth personal account of the arts.

This is the blueprint for Scorcese's TV miniseries, Let's Pretend It's a City. Both let Fran Leibowitz speak her interesting mind. That's pretty much all there is, but it's enough.

I watched this movie because I saw Martin Scorsese directed it. I've seen just about every piece of film he's captured. I never read any of Fran Liebowitz's books or her essays. The movie is called public speaking as though Liebowitz were a good example of it, but she seems to be demonstrating the opposite. I'm not sure how you can be so smug and still be a good public speaker. Generally, you have to speak differently in public than you do in private. After all, its a different audience. Liebowitz seems to be talking the same way someone would if they were in a date situation. The whole movie you kind of feel like you are being held hostage by this unbearable woman who feels (incorrectly) as though you are clinging on to her every word.

This may be a problem with many of the humorists located in New York. I'm proud to say I'm not from New York although I know many people from there. It seems to me their main problem is that they live under the assumption that they know absolutely everything, while knowing nothing. This would be a great convention to live your life by if you were a sociopath. Since no one of consequence would be the only people present, when speaking in public.