Movie City Indie Archive for April, 2007
Loving some Miranda July: a promo for "No one belongs here more than you"
This is easily the silliest thing I’ve seen all day, aside from Bill O’Reilly’s spittle, Geraldo Rivera’s curled mustache, the snowflakes curling in the blue, bright Midwestern sky and endless commentary from Quentin Tarantino scrawled across the vastness of the internets about women’s dirty feet, but it’s endearing in the best possible Miranda July fashion as the writer-director-actor of Me And You And Everyone You Know offers a few pointers on her new collection of stories, “No one belongs here more than you.”
[LOOK] Geraldo Rivera's "My Nightmare…" with a whiff of Paddy Chayefsky
Grindhouse hits Fox News with a toe-to-toe, tit-for-tat, fact-versus-fiction, spit-versus-spittle spat that turns into a Bill O’Reilly-Geraldo Rivera cage match… “You are telling me, Geraldo Rivera, a man with teenage daughters…” Per the man who first showed the Zapruder film on ABC, “Cool your jets! It has nothing to do with illegal aliens… t has to do with drunk driving! Don’t obscure a tragedy to make a cheap political point. It is a cheap political point and you know it!” Planet Terror, indeed. [You might wanna lower the volume if you watch; h/t Oliver Willis.]
Still, I prefer Paddy Chayefsky‘s version.
Bob Clark, 1941-2007.
Even for those who weren’t inundated watching its cable holiday marathons starting back in the 90s, I like to think A Christmas Story brought an immense amount of giddy, goofy happiness into the world. Bob Clark also directed one of the most successful independently-financed pictures of all time, Porky’s. He and his 22-year-old son were killed on the Pacific Coast Highway past two this morning by a drunk driver without a driver’s license, when his car “was struck head-on by an SUV. The 24-year-old driver of the other vehicle was arrested on suspicion of gross vehicular manslaughter and for being under the influence.” Some drunk-driving enthusiasts, unknown or celebrities, are more fortunate than others; this makes me deeply sad—actually, pretty fucking angry—which makes it unlikely I’ll finish writing tonight about the images in my head from Quentin Tarantino’s epic, limb-scattering head-on collisions in Death Proof. Here’s the LA Times’ more detailed report. PLUS: the Christmas Story house. PLUS: Roger Ebert’s nostalgic and very personal “Great Movies” review; he and Clark are of the same generation. “The movie is not only about Christmas and BB guns, but also about childhood, and one detail after another rings true. The school bully, who, when he runs out of victims, beats up on his own loyal sidekick. The little brother who has outgrown his snowsuit, which is so tight that he walks around looking like the Michelin man; when he falls down he can’t get up. The aunt who always thinks Ralphie is a 4-year-old girl, and sends him a pink bunny suit. Other problems of life belong to that long-ago age and not this one: clinkers in the basement coal furnace, for example, or the blowout of a tire. Everybody knows what a flat tire is, but many now alive have never experienced a genuine, terrifying loud instantaneous blowout.” Here’s a tongue-freezing selection of sound clips from “A Christmas Story,” and a photo album from a happier time, when the twentieth anniversary of the film was celebrated in Newport Beach, California.
[DOSSIER] Everybody's a critic: taking shots at Werner Herzog
Or, Werner Herzblog, as it seems on a range of sites this week, despite the postponement of MGM’s release of Rescue Dawn, Herzog’s fictional, Christian Bale-starring remake of his own doc, Little Dieter Wants to Fly. Last week, Indie linked to the Financial Times’ interview with the director, in which he recounts getting shot during an interview with English writer Mark Kermode; here’s the excerpt from Kermode’s doc with the incident in question. (The entry also links to

The Life Phonetic: leaking Wes Anderson's Darjeeling Express
Leaky teacup of the day, via the IFCBlog and a nest of several other sources, including Big Screen, Little Screen: a downloadable PDF of a draft of Wes Anderson‘s new enterprise, written by Anderson, Jason Schwartzman and Roman Coppola, Darjeeling Limited. Casting: “Francis Wilson”: Owen Wilson; “Jack Wilson”: Jason Schwartzman; “Peter Wilson”: Adrien Brody. Can it really be about Francis Coppola, Peter Bogdanovich and Jack Nicholson, kinda-sorta?