Review/Film Festival: Normal People Are Nothing Special; Directors Series Opens on a Note Of Raw Emotion
EACH year at this time, the New Directors/New Films series invites New York's dedicated film audience to test its foresight. And it's best to bring hindsight to the task. Look backward, and you'll see how solidly this series is supported by its own track record. Recent selections have included "Proof," "Slacker," "Orlando," "The Living End," "The Music of Chance" and "Metropolitan," to name only a few of the festival's most auspicious finds. Part of the challenge is guessing which new films will take their place in this distinguished lineup and which will be more like "A Wopbopaloobop a Lopbamboom." (That was a grim 1990 selection from Luxembourg, a film with no relation to whatever Little Richard had in mind when he coined the phrase.) Whether each New Directors film is headed for glory or oblivion, it's likely to arrive here with little advance word and even less other baggage. The viewer is encouraged to take chances, and why not? This is pot luck of a high order.