Tues, Feb 12 ~ 7 PM ~ The Ritz
In 1962, a visionary Hollywood wildman named Timothy Carey unleashed THE WORLD'S GREATEST SINNER upon an unprepared world. The 77 minute movie defied description; a shockingly sacrilegious mishmash of rock & roll, megalomania, comedy, horror and sexual insanity that practically blinded anyone who watched it. Audiences were stunned and critics were vaporized in their seats. Centuries ahead of its time, the film disappeared from theaters quickly and was never released on video.
Carey was a brilliant, towering non-stop meltdown of a man who'd forged a character actor career for years, but his lone effort as writer/director/producer/editor is like no other experience you'll ever have in a theater. His lead performance is one part thunder and one thousand parts maniac, an unforgettably fearless assault on acting and the cinematic arts in general. Venerable filmmakers like John Cassavetes and Martin Scorsese have praised SINNER for its near-terrifying uniqueness, and Carey for his staggering presence. After watching the film in an otherwise empty theater, Cassavetes later cast Carey in two of his movies.
Despite these high-caliber supporters and multiple articles on SINNER in respectable forums like Film Comment Magazine, the movie has spent the last 50 years languishing as a notorious legend. But on Feb 12th, we'll be screening it in all of its 35mm glory, thanks to a generous print loan from Carey's own son. Tickets are available HERE.
If I've done anything worthwhile in my past 8 years as a film programmer for this theater, it's been the occasions when I was able to share fantastic, otherwise unseen movies like this with you guys. And this is truly one of the most unbelievable unknown films in the universe. I've always hoped to bring SINNER to Austin, and there's no better way for me to make my big, loud Alamo exit than with this show.
So if you're nostalgic for past Alamo memories, feeling generally adventurous, or you just want to see a really strange movie about a giant insurance salesman who puts on a silver suit, names himself "God," and makes out with a grandma, then I hope to see you at this screening. If not, it's your funeral.
Either way, thanks for all the fun times, everybody.
PS: Did I mention the movie's intro is narrated by a talking snake?