by Joe De Matteo

Super

I’ve been too conventional.  My whole life.  I’ve been too damn conventional.

Going along with these ideas of following something through by the numbers: 1, 2, 3, 4…

It’s all wrong.  And Art School Confidential has taught me that.

 It’s late in life to finally learn this, that’s for sure, but hey, I’m learning.  And here is the path I took.  I had a son, he turns out to be some kind of artsy intellectual – an artsy intellectual writer, to be specific – one who loves movies.

 Now I love movies.  But I’m not artsy anything.  At this age even, I’m just a dumb kid from The Bronx.  Who also loves movies.

 So, my artsy, intellectual son starts feeding me all these movies - except he calls them films - that are independent films.  Now, being the artsy light weight that I was, I always figured movies like this were a pile of…artsy non-sense. 

 But, to my chagrin – did you know that’s the name of a town in Ohio?  No shi#, it is.  It’s just outside of Cleveland.  Except they spell it with a capital C, and there’s a Falls there.  I’ve been there.  Nice, but nothing like The Bronx. 

Any way, I’ve digressed.  Art School Confidential has taught me the reality of succeeding in life.  Jerome (Max Minghella) not only gets the _censored_, but he _censored_.   I don't want to give away the story.  So, let's just say that he salvages all that's important to him, albeit in an unconventional way.

Art School Confidential is a quirky little movie, which keeps you off balance and leads you to the unconventional ending.  I loved it.   

It’s HUGE baby.