Do Local Hipsters Make Movies? / Plus, The Vigilantes Have Arrived (at the Replay!).

Readers, you've probably been asking yourselves: local hipsters sure do make a lot of art and music, but do they ever make movies?

As a matter of fact, they do. Local artist/filmmaker Laura Nakadate's film Stay the Same Never Change is headed to the Sundance film festival this week: " 'It’s a story about some teenage girls in Kansas City and the anxieties they have around the desire to find love,' Nakadate says" (LJ-World). The film's soundtrack is by the indie-band Casiotone for the Painfully Alone.

Chip: "Young love and plinky-plunky keyboard music? Finally, a film I might like! I'd totally rather watch this than Revolutionary Road."

Richard: "The only hipster films I like are what's known as 'mumblecore' films, in which twenty and thirty-something non-actors improvise riffs on relationships and popular culture. I'm filming my own downtown and it's riveting...to me."

Unfortunately, locals can't see the film on Larryville screens just yet, but that doesn't mean that good national films aren't showing up on local screens, such as Paul Blart: Mall Cop, in which Kevin James, a mall cop, thwarts the plans of some burglars.

Chip: "It's funny because he's fat."

The KC-Star's 'contributing reviewer' writes of James' performance: "His character’s obsession with his Segway — he moves through the crowded mall, gracefully flowing around shoppers like a downhill racer zigging and zagging on an alpine run — might have evoked the sort of man/machine magic captured by great silent comics like Charlie Chaplin and especially Buster Keaton."

Richard: "Give me a fucking break. This film had about as much chance of evoking the Chaplin/Keaton magic as mine and Kip's conversations have of evoking the sparkling intellectual banter of Woody Allen's early work."

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Hipsters unite! The Rooftop Vigilantes will storm the Replay tonight around 1:00 a.m and you'll all be wanting to hear your favorites. But remember: it is not hip to make requests! However, since the band only has a few songs, none longer than two minutes, you're almost certain to hear what you want to hear, and what you hear will be a sound so primal, so guttural, so Scream-O-riffic, that everyone might just get laid before the set is over.