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By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Opening today: Quiet City (2007, ****)

quiet_city_trailer_mg1.jpgAaron Katz’s second feature, Quiet City, opens today in Manhattan at the IFC Center. It’s pretty wonderful, and I hope to write about it length shortly. (What a lovely, limpid valentine to the look of modern Brooklyn!) Watch even the first few shots of the trailer [below] and try not to be charmed. Here’s a squib from The Reeler: “Stephen Holden’s glowing review ofQuiet City—easily the best film screening in IFC Center’s ongoing Generation DIY series—in today’s NYT gets within one word of director/self-distributor Aaron Katz’s critic-blurb wet dream. And then that phrase comes up: “Tender and sad, it is a fully realized work of mumblecore poetry.” Lovely. I’m sure the producers will take it, but the air of condescension is so thick it’s shorting out my computer.”






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