The documentary Rem Koolhaas: A kind of architect (at NWFF through March 12, tickets $9) is supposed to be okay with puffy-eyed, jug-eared Koolhaas, a former film critic. It's difficult to make sense of at first viewing, full of art-school horseshit like introduced video and audio distortions, which no doubt have some intellectual justification but mainly serve as reminders of the film's creators' existence, like that TV show's producer's credit where the little kid V.O. says, triumphantly, "I made this!" more ›