I recently found a VHS copy of Apple Pie on the net and re-watched it. What a treat. I hadn't seen this film in over 20 years! I first saw it at the Deauville Film Festival in France the same year I saw Nashville and Love and Death there. It was a big hit and got a standing ovation the night I saw it.
The film is a kind of hodge-podge of ideas. It stars Tony Azito (who was a big deal in NY on Broadway and Off-Broadway. He died of AIDS a few years ago). It starts out with him as some sort of gangster who then tells the story (in flashback) of how, when he was a kid, he kidnapped himself and got a ransom from his parents. Then he becomes some kind of nighttime costumed prowler and then he winds up leading a huge dance sequence in the streets of New York (pre-Flashdance) to the music of Darryl Hall and John Oates! It all sounds kind of weird in the re-telling, but once you get the hang of it, it all makes sense. The whole film is a lie made up by the main character (Tony Azito), as a kind of manifestation of his own weirdness. Once you get that none of it is to be taken literally you start to understand it as some kind of fractured New York fairy tale.
This is what independent filmmaking was once all about.
The film is a kind of hodge-podge of ideas. It stars Tony Azito (who was a big deal in NY on Broadway and Off-Broadway. He died of AIDS a few years ago). It starts out with him as some sort of gangster who then tells the story (in flashback) of how, when he was a kid, he kidnapped himself and got a ransom from his parents. Then he becomes some kind of nighttime costumed prowler and then he winds up leading a huge dance sequence in the streets of New York (pre-Flashdance) to the music of Darryl Hall and John Oates! It all sounds kind of weird in the re-telling, but once you get the hang of it, it all makes sense. The whole film is a lie made up by the main character (Tony Azito), as a kind of manifestation of his own weirdness. Once you get that none of it is to be taken literally you start to understand it as some kind of fractured New York fairy tale.
This is what independent filmmaking was once all about.