Sardonic Austria

Tonight I saw Import Export at the Film Comment selects series. Now, as Jonathan said, I'm one of the initiated when it comes to the films of Ulrich Seidl. This Austrian filmmaker proves that there's something in the water over there, judging by this and the work of Michael Haneke, at least. The mise en scene was gaudy on top of drab effecting a transcendent beauty that was at once deliriously absurd and engrossingly hilarious. Set pieces were incredible, including a security guard training session, a visit to a gypsy slum in Ukraine, a web-cam sex center, all of which became evocative abstractions of an unsettling reality. Indeed, Seidl's gift was to turn an often unseen truth into art. His is a disturbing yet amusing style. He leaves you uncertain as whether to take him seriously or not, though there are moments that feel decidedly sentimental (however those moments don't feel trite nor do they betray the bleak nature of the film's content).
Before the movie I introduced Jonathan, my fellow burger club member, to Burger Joint , inside the Parker Meridian hotel on 57th St. How great is that, a greasy spoon inside a 5 star hotel?