Movie City Indie Archive for May, 2011

Russian Kitten Will Not Forsake Cigarette

I know this guy.

Forget TREE OF LIFE, What’s Up With WITTY SAYINGS OF WITTY FRENCHMEN?

[From the Film Daily archives.]

From Saturn To New York City: 2 More From THE TREE OF LIFE


[Via the watermarked website.]

Mike Mills Video-Diaries Paris For BEGINNERS

C’est anecdotique.

Teasing IRON SKY (With Bonus Udo Kier)

Can this semi-crowd-sourced still-aborning-B+-movie live up to all its advance footage? Woozy-wacky inappropriate goodness.

Covering Angry Birds In The Basement

La Finke: Spellcheck Not Required On First Draft Of History

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Onto Stuart Klawans Into Page One: Inside The New York Times

The Nation’s Stuart Klawans is a too-little-known treasure among film critics. At Film Comment, he writes about Page One: Inside The New York Times. Sing: “Above all, you have David Carr. To allow him to emerge as the film’s unexpected champion of old-style journalism, Rossi and Novack rearrange chronology to create an intermittent but ongoing narrative of his reportorial feats and public appearances. It’s an impeccable decision. Like a gaunt figure from the pre-gentrified Times Square, glowering and possibly dangerous, Carr shambles incongruously into the elegance of the new Times Center skyscraper, bringing a jolt of rude, messy life into Page One with his every appearance. He is the ghost of newspapers past, with printers’ ink somehow still running in his veins. He is the character actor who effortlessly steals Page One from its leading man, the Central Casting–handsome managing editor Bill Keller.

“A man who has overcome drug abuse, imprisonment, and hand-to-mouth living, Carr carries himself like William Burroughs and speaks in the choked voice of Tom Waits, only an octave higher. He is the very image of the hipster who has lived hard—and the aura about him of the redeemed sinner lends both authority and fearlessness to his displays of moral rigor. He tongue-lashes anyone who ignorantly belittles the work of the Times, excoriates anyone stupid enough to think an aggregator’s website can substitute for consistent field reporting, and when laying bare the corporate culture of the Tribune Company, will not yield to either the distraction or the intimidation of lawyers. High principles combined with a liberating, foul-mouthed lack of all pretense: in Carr, Page One has its irresistible, truth-telling survivor.”

The rest is here. My report on (and pictures of) Carr at Sundance 2011 here.

GASLAND’s Got A Baby Sib: “My Water’s On Fire Tonight (The Fracking Song)”

From Explainer.Net. Here.

Wild-Posting Chris Marker’s Guillaume In Paris On May 1

A little ado about something.

Picturing THE TREE OF LIFE

As Cannes-privileged naysayers gnash their cutlasses in anticipation of quickly, yet comprehensively misunderstimating Terrence Malick’s new film, Searchlight releases new images. Who made those pretty pictures, mommy? Why, that was Steadicam operator Joerg Widmer and cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki!

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Larry King Peddling Brooklyn Bagels In BevHills

It’s come to this.

Cannes Teaser: WU XIA (Dragon)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiTjHVqCq_k&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