Picks and Pans Review: Motel
updated 08/27/1990 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 08/27/1990 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Their combination of rootlessness and commerce makes motels a surprisingly good model of the American spirit. German-born director Christian Blackwood trains his cameras on three southwestern motels, their operators and clientele, in an installment of P.O.V. that just grows curiouser and curiouser.
We travel from a Sante Fe motel run by three divorcées to an establishment in Florence, Ariz., patronized largely by women visiting inmates at the nearby state prison. Finally, we visit with the only two residents of Death Valley Junction, Ca., one of whom is a ballerina in her 60s pirouetting around on the stage of an empty opera house. (The two are renovating the ghost town's only other landmark, a motel.)
Believe me, you won't see anything weirder on Twin Peaks than what you'll find at these three desert dens.