Today’s entry in the Debuts blogathon comes from Isaac over at The IPC. We all know and love Isaac (and if you don’t then you should) and his Shitfest blogathon is one of my favourites I’ve seen. Go check out his site if you haven’t already. Here he’s looking at Jodie Foster’s directorial debut, Little Man Tate. Take it away Isaac…
Little Man Tate (1991)
For a guy like me, a dude that grew up pretty much watching only Horror movies and Sci-Fi TV shows (and Sitcoms of course), I don’t really know or remember what compelled me to watch this thing way back when. If I look back in to my past and give it a guess, I will go with: it was 1991 so I was still living with my mom, so I was probably sitting around lonely and depressed like I tended to do. But let’s go back a little further…
If you’re not / weren’t an only child whose mom was always gone (working to pay the bills) you might not get it that sitting around by yourself, all alone and lonely, watching TV shows with fully functional families where people are always laughing and having fun, could be depressing. Well – it is. Being alone sucks and leads to depreciating morale and self destructive tendencies. With that, I bet I was sitting there on the couch wanting something to do but the people I hung around with were all off doing something with each other and not me so I started this and really, really identified with Fred Tate (Jodie Foster’s son in the movie and title character).
Fred’s the son of DeDe Tate, a waitress who struggles to make money and struggles to keep her son entertained because he’s one of those six year old brilliant types. Now, I’m not saying I’m one of those really smart guys, because I’m not but, like Fred, I was lonely, just wanted some friends and I get things. I may not be able to interpret String Theory or do twenty column mathematics, but I get how things work. I also liked to take apart small electronics. I can also whiteboard diagram the hell out of something if I need to.
As far as the movies goes, this is Jodie Foster’s debut at directing. For this blogathon, I was thinking about who I could use as my subject and thought – how about this? I bet no one’s ever seen it. I just finished watching this for the first time in a few years and my thoughts are this:
- The direction itself seemed well done – she seemed to know what she wanted to do and did it.
- This came out in 1991 so the clothing and hairstyles all suck
- I didn’t particularly enjoy Foster’s East Coast accent
- Adam Hann-Byrd did a pretty remarkable job acting it up in this
- The story itself is pretty good regarding a child prodigy and his desire to just be normal
- Diane Wiest – hot??
- Debi Mazar – hot???
- Harry Connick Jr.’s character is kind of a tool
- Yeah – my eyes got weepy a couple of times
I think this is a good watch despite some flaws from the time it was made. It’s worth your time if you ever find it hanging around on cable. Thanks for letting me participate in this, guys. Now I’m off to call my mom.
Check back tomorrow to see Keith from Keith and the Movies look at John Huston’s The Maltese Falcon.