Movie City Indie Archive for April, 2011

Animated: “Stanley Kubrick: A Filmography”

Gentle. Bittersweet.

Chuck Jones’ “Crawford” On Marriage

[Via Cartoon Brew.]

Teasing Takashi Miike’s Cannes-Bound 3D HARA-KIRI: DEATH OF A SAMURAI (Ichimei)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmeMHi1MQAs&feature=player_embedded

Postering “Jane Campion presents SLEEPING BEAUTY”

Julia Leigh on the making of her debut feature. [Click several times for the largest scale.]
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TRANSFORMERS 3: Great Chicago Fire For The 21st Century?

A Great Chicago Fire for the 21st century? A Chicagoan can only hope.

Beautiful waterfront…

The gorgeous green of the Chicago River…

And with only a couple more weeks of Mayor Daley in office, it’s about time we got rid of the terrible concrete planters choking traffic medians in the more moneyed neighborhoods.

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MIKE MILLS MEETS A LOT OF PEOPLE

He’s Beginnering to blog his festival and press tour for the summer release of Beginners.

Hal Hartley “Blogs” In The Form Of A “Screenplay”





























INTERIOR, BISTRO, LOWER MANHATTAN.

Hal Hartley (early-fifties, laid-back but troubled) sits and frowns at a page deep in the middle of Roberto Bolano’s The Savage Detectives. He turns over a page, finishes a chapter, and removes his reading glasses. He contemplates his double espresso. Meanwhile, to his left three casually well-dressed young executives continue a heated discussion…

CHET: It’s outrageous!

LOLA: Let me see.

Chet holds out his mobile device and shows Lola a text message. Their friend, Kurt, paces nearby, scheming distractedly.

CHET: Why text “would you like to meet for drinks at seven?

KURT (stops and turns): Did he spell “seven” or just use a number?

LOLA: He spells it out!

CHET: Now that’s just verbose.

KURT (his suspicions confirmed): Or worse!

LOLA: “Drinks at numeral seven question mark” is like I guess beneath his dignity? Look, he even spells out “at!”

KURT: (fatigued) This is more complicated than I thought.

Hartley decides it’s probably a good time to evaporate. He leaves some bills on the small table and heads for the door with his book. Lola notices him and grabs Chet’s arm…

LOLA: Hey, is that?

CHET: You mean?

LOLA: The guy who made, oh, you know, what’s it called?

KURT: You mean with the girl and the book and the guy from the television repair shop?

LOLA: Something like that. It’s unimportant, really. I was moved, true. But I was young.

In the doorway, Hartley bumps into his publicists, Emily and Roger.

. . .

With more of the same at the link. There, that was simple enough to finance, wasn’t it? While he’s at it, a couple of double-trucks from “The Heart Is A Muscle,” a new Swedish book of photos from his earlier films, available at the link, signed, for $99.95.

Trailering Hong Sang-Soo’s THE DAY HE ARRIVES

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqR6gr80feI&feature=player_embedded

Just a short part of his new film, 북촌방향, bound for Cannes, or a device throughout? Sweet in a Hong Sang-Soo kind of way…

Trailering Kim Ki-Duk’s Cannes-Bound ARIRANG

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSN3p9uWNK4&feature=player_embedded

O.S.: A quiet “Oh, dear.” Kim Ki-Duk’s movies have crude and strange things in them, but this… it’s a mystery. And apparently a documentary about his life.

His director’s statement:
Arirang is

about Kim Ki-duk
playing 3 roles in 1.
Through Arirang I climb over one hill in life.
Through Arirang I understand human beings, thank the nature, and accept my life as it is now.

We are now…
in the terrestrial world lurking with desires,
in the ghostly world lurking with sorrow
in the imaginary world lurking with dreams,
with no beginning nor end,
slowly going crazy.

What is affection that it still remains all around me decaying?
It’s still stuck to the crown of my head, testing my emotions.
It’s still hiding deep within my heart, testing my sense of compassion.
If I didn’t give my heart, they would be bad people erased from memories but if I gave my heart, I couldn’t let them go till the day that I die as despicable people.
Ah…
Arirang
Alright
Let’s mercilessly kill each other in our hearts till we die.

Even today
I hold back as I get angry
I laugh as I get jealous
I love as I despise
And forgive as I quiver with the urge to kill.
Wait
I will kill
Myself, who remembers you.”

Trailering Cannes’ “Jane Campion Presents SLEEPING BEAUTY” [mnsfw]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yskjRo7RXIw&feature=player_embedded

Raw Tornado Footage From Tuscaloosa And Birmingham

Tuscaloosa “Lord jesus”

Tuscaloosa

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Elmer Lynn Hauldren, Empire Carpet Pitchman, Was 89-588-2300

How do you know when you’ve lived in the Midwest a long, long time? When the news of this man‘s passing brings a tear. Sun-Times obit. (I’m reminded Chicago’s WGN is on cable and satellite around the world, so Lynn’s more widely known than I realized.) Two more below; lots more on YouTube.
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Benicio Del Toro in Conversation with Japanese Director Kaneto Shindo

[Via @janusfilms.]

David Lynch Sells You His Signature Cup

http://vimeo.com/21939919&feature=player_embedded

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It shows how out of it I was in trying to be in it, acknowledging that I was out of it to myself, and then thinking, “Okay, how do I stop being out of it? Well, I get some legitimate illogical narrative ideas” — some novel, you know?

So I decided on three writers that I might be able to option their material and get some producer, or myself as producer, and then get some writer to do a screenplay on it, and maybe make a movie.

And so the three projects were “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” “Naked Lunch” and a collection of Bukowski. Which, in 1975, forget it — I mean, that was nuts. Hollywood would not touch any of that, but I was looking for something commercial, and I thought that all of these things were coming.

There would be no Blade Runner if there was no Ray Bradbury. I couldn’t find Philip K. Dick. His agent didn’t even know where he was. And so I gave up.

I was walking down the street and I ran into Bradbury — he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” — and I’d forgot who he was.

So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging — I was with her at that moment — she said, “Talk to him! That guy really wants to talk to you,” and I said “No, fuck him,” and keep walking.

But then I did, and then I realized who it was, and I thought, “Wait, he’s in that realm, maybe he knows Philip K. Dick.” I said, “You know a guy named—” “Yeah, sure — you want his phone number?”

My friend paid my rent for a year while I wrote, because it turned out we couldn’t get a writer. My friends kept on me about, well, if you can’t get a writer, then you write.”
~ Hampton Fancher

“That was the most disappointing thing to me in how this thing was played. Is that I’m on the phone with you now, after all that’s been said, and the fundamental distinction between what James is dealing with in these other cases is not actually brought to the fore. The fundamental difference is that James Franco didn’t seek to use his position to have sex with anyone. There’s not a case of that. He wasn’t using his position or status to try to solicit a sexual favor from anyone. If he had — if that were what the accusation involved — the show would not have gone on. We would have folded up shop and we would have not completed the show. Because then it would have been the same as Harvey Weinstein, or Les Moonves, or any of these cases that are fundamental to this new paradigm. Did you not notice that? Why did you not notice that? Is that not something notable to say, journalistically? Because nobody could find the voice to say it. I’m not just being rhetorical. Why is it that you and the other critics, none of you could find the voice to say, “You know, it’s not this, it’s that”? Because — let me go on and speak further to this. If you go back to the L.A. Times piece, that’s what it lacked. That’s what they were not able to deliver. The one example in the five that involved an issue of a sexual act was between James and a woman he was dating, who he was not working with. There was no professional dynamic in any capacity.

~ David Simon