There were no celebrity DJs spinning at after-parties for the Brooklyn International Film Festival. Christina Ricci and Steve Buscemi were nowhere to be found.
A warehouse loft on Metropolitan Avenue throbs till 7 a.m. on a Friday night in early May. A succession of nymphs prance across the space in various states of undress.
Hal Hartleys enigmatic No Such Thing begins where Mary Shelleys Frankenstein endedwith a seemingly immortal monster seeking death in the arctic. Hartleys exploration of the highly generic monster and fairy tale traditions, as well as the visual possibilities of landscape, marks a major and welcome departure from his previous New York films.