Movie City Indie Archive for September, 2011

ONE BIG SOUL: An Oral Biography Of Terrence Malick

Coming in the next few weeks from Paul J. Maher, Jr.

DRIVE “The Getaway” 2’15”

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Nicolas Winding Refn’s “Don’t Talk” For Alamo Drafthouse

Cinema Scope Roundtables TIFF

Canadian cineaste quarterly Cinema Scope roundtables TIFF11 with publisher Mark Peranson and contributors Robert Koehler, Jason Anderson, Adam Nayman and John Semley. Opinions and imperial pints stand tall. Four more parts below the fold.

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Review: STRAW DOGS

A near-fatal miscalculation in reformed film critic Rod Lurie’s sixth feature as writer and director is James Marsden’s performance as David Sumner, a screenwriter immersed in completing a sprawling Hollywood epic about the Siege of Stalingrad, who brandishes a Harvard Lacrosse t-shirt as if it were the sheepskin itself. Marsden’s dancing eyes practically patronize his leaping cheekbones and protruding eyeteeth. Uptight and unsympathetic, the character is intractable as a middlebrow wannabe-hipster who is valiantly, decisively uncool and unfunny. What does it mean to him to “be a man”? The question is more, what does it mean to come across as even human?  Kate Bosworth is another matter as his wife Amy, the local cheerleader come back South, her lightly freckled features and markedly mismatched eyes gentle until the steel behind her perkiness rises urgently to the surface. Physically, Bosworth’s is an impressive performance, where consensual teasing that’s kittenish congeals at repeated rebuffs from her increasingly indifferent husband. With native instinct, Amy dresses in tops and shorts for the swelter, best described as “rompers,” as if she shopped at Lolita-on-the-Square. Still, Bosworth’s quirky delivery of lines like, “Honey, you know a lot, but you don’t know shit about southern daddies and their daughters,” hits unexpectedly telling notes. [See the rest of my review at Newcity.]

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Postering WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN Down Under

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The BLADE RUNNER Convention Reel Resurfaces

“One of the Blade Runner Convention Reels featuring interviews with Ridley Scott, Syd Mead and Douglas Trumbull about making [the] Blade Runner universe. This 16mm featurette, made by M. K. Productions in 1982, is specifically designed to circulate through the country’s various horror, fantasy and science fiction conventions.”

That 9-Minute GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO Trailer


Glistening, gorgeous: the crystalline light in the nine-minute trailer for David Fincher‘s Girl With The Dragon Tattoo was the consistent aspect that kept me gawping after Wednesday night’s Chicago all-media of Straw Dogs. And Lisbeth Salander’s “FUCK YOU FUCKING FUCK” t-shirt, sported as soiled sleepwear is as immediately iconic as the stray cardboard carton with an IKEA logo. Whatever combination of digital formats Fincher and cinematographer Jeff Cronenweth are wielding, hurrah. Swedish eggshell-to-matte-gray light allows color and dimension to pop in almost every image in the product reel. (There’s a gray-black-orange-pale red sunset over a vista of Stockholm’s Soldermalm neighborhood like part of a slow dusk that would take hours to fall.) While it’s intended to introduce audiences who know neither Stieg Larsson‘s three books or the Swedish trilogy to the teeming dramatis personae, it’s comforting in a different way if you know the material: ah, this. Ah, that. (Unembarrassed grin in half-darkness.) A detail-fixated film director takes on a surly Aspergian protagonist with ample, similar skills? Ah, that. Here’s a streaming 7’26” of Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross‘ score. Twitter account @mouthtapedshut solicited those with a free Thursday evening in seventeen cities to retweet for the chance to be invited to…most  likely a sneak of Straw Dogs brandishing the same nine minutes. [Images via the film’s “viral” Tumblr MTS.]

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Drinking with Jaaaack

Apparent GIRL WITH THE DRAGON Twitter Sneaks Quickly Fill Up

Sneaky-sneak sneaks…

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The John Calley Tribute Reel For Thalberg Award (4’36”)

RIP Richard Hamilton

“Just what is it that makes today’s homes so different, so appealing?”

Postering DRIVE на русском языке


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Postering MARTHA MARCY MAY MARLENE en España

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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