Chelsea on the Rocks

Monday, December 05 th, 2016 at 00:12 am 
Chelsea on the Rocks
Chelsea on the Rocks

Chelsea on the Rocks – Movie Review

SYNOPSIS

Abel Ferrara’s “Chelsea on the Rocks” is a personal journey inside the walls, history and mythology of Manhattan’s celebrated bohemian landmark, The Chelsea Hotel. Since 1883, The Chelsea Hotel has been a home to artists great and small, from icons such as Bob Dylan, Patti Smith, Tennessee Williams, Charles Bukowski, Andy Warhol, and Mark Twain, to assorted aspirants, junkies, prostitutes, and hermits. But new management has begun evicting boho tenants in favor of a more upscale crowd, prompting long-time resident – and consummate New Yorker – Ferrara to capture the ragged splendor of memorable characters and raconteurs, and hanging out in the gallery-like lobby strewn with tenants’ paintings, “Chelsea on the Rocks” is shot through with an infectious brio, gallows humor and a hard-knock warmth to match its uniquely beloved subject. As yet another of New York’s cultural landmarks threatens to effectively vanish for the sake of a bland corporate status quo, Ferrara passionately shows how it’s often the misfit structures – and dwellers – that possess a city’s soul.

JOY’S REVIEW

It’s about the Chelsea Hotel in New York City, and given the fact that I lived about six blocks from there, it has a ton of interest to me, but probably not a whole lot of interest to somebody who is not a neighbor to the Chelsea Hotel. Although it’s got some interesting people who discuss their memories including Ethan Hawke, and Milos Forman before he died. But as people who are “in the know” understand, Sid and Nancy Vicious both died there – he of an overdose, she, stabbed to death. Whole bunch of death. It’s just kind of a down beat kind of documentary, and I think mostly it interests people who live in the hood. I suppose if you’re in the avant garde scene, you might be interested. And apparently they’re turning the hotel into condos. But not exactly a cheery documentary. It doesn’t exactly want to make you want to raise your children to be artists.  It’s about the Chelsea Hotel in New York City, and given the fact that I lived about six blocks from there, it has a ton of interest to me, but probably not a whole lot of interest to somebody who is not a neighbor to the Chelsea Hotel. Although it’s got some interesting people who discuss their memories including Ethan Hawke, and Milos Forman before he died. But as people who are “in the know” understand, Sid and Nancy Vicious both died there – he of an overdose, she, stabbed to death. Whole bunch of death. It’s just kind of a down beat kind of documentary, and I think mostly it interests people who live in the hood. I suppose if you’re in the avant garde scene, you might be interested. And apparently they’re turning the hotel into condos. But not exactly a cheery documentary. It doesn’t exactly want to make you want to raise your children to be artists.
JOY METER