MCN Curated Headlines Archive for December, 2012

“Americans always like a good villain, and one of the reasons they like it is that it makes the world safe for them to be apolitical.”
Eugene Jarecki Takes The House I Live In On The Road

“There may, in all cinema, be no more self-hating a nerd. Tarantino shows enough of what horrifies him to shock, as much of what excites him to delight, and the pornographic element of his depiction of violence is in its moral economy. The cinematic unconscious shines through in moments where Tarantino just can’t help letting loose his own pleasure in filming pain.”
Richard Brody Goes Medieval On Django

NY Times

“Ask him about a film in some lesser-known Indian dialect, without subtitles, and he’ll most likely give you the plotline… ‘My friends were like, ‘Can we punch you in the face right now?'”
NYT Offers Acreage—And Ample Condescension—To A 28-Year-Old Who’s Watched A Movie A Day In Theaters The Past Four Years

“I always come back to the fact that I had a girlfriend then who I was in love with who wasn’t quite in love with me. She told me that time was on my side, that in time we would be together. And I’m still married to her. She liked the fact that I understood music and was a good drummer, but it wasn’t all that.”
Brian D. Williams On David Chase On Not Fade Away

“Rupert came out and hung out in the office, It was funny. We took him to a bar in Williamsburg and we got him drunk on tequila; and then everyone started tweeting and freaking out.”
FT’s Garrahan Lunches With VICE Media Mogul Shane Smith

LA Times

“White, who is black, said her feelings evolved significantly. Two days after reflecting on the matter of slavery and Tarantino’s treatment, she pronounced the movie mostly ugly.”
Times Seeks Race Comments On Django

hollywoodreporter.com

“‘It’s easier to break into the CIA,’ one Academy member told me.”
Oh-Oh. Oscar E-Voting Not A Bingo

“Marauding elephants tramped through her village, and little Sally Martin did what she was supposed to do: She ran, and she took her tiger cub with her.”
Child Star Sally Marks, 82, Played A Younger Dorothy Lamour

NY Times

“No, on this chilly Los Angeles day, over her bowl of mushroom soup at a secluded restaurant near Mulholland Drive, Ms. Bigelow wanted to discuss her Zero Dark Thirty crew.”
“One does long for the day when it’s only about the work.”
Barnes Matches Wits With Kathryn Bigelow

MCN Curated Headlines

“I don’t think it’s cruel to say this, because John himself would undoubtedly have turned it into a gleeful anecdote: When he had the stroke that killed him, he was at a local dinner theater. Hell of a review.”

“I am inclined to aver that every activity needs its critics, from narcissists bloviating in Washington to exhibitors of knee holes in their blue jeans by way of following a fad. So, too, tennis players and others wearing their caps backward. There is, to be sure, only fairly innocuous folly in puncturing pants or reversing caps, but for political or artistic or religious twisting of thought or harboring holes in the head there is rather less excuse. I have always inveighed against the bleary journalism practiced by newspaper reviewers, as opposed to the real criticism performed by, well, critics.”

“I often felt a twinge of grief at the idea that John Simon had devoted his life to a method of work that could only make him increasingly unhappy. Here was a man, elegant, articulate, and vastly knowledgeable, fluent in at least half a dozen languages, whose gifts of mind gave nothing back to the arts he wrote about except a few unkind remarks that made fun of someone’s performance, ethnicity, physical attributes, or, with a pun, on his target’s name. (“If this is Norman Wisdom, I’ll take Saxon folly.”) Other theatre critics keep such darts in their rucksacks for occasional use; John lived by them.”

“One person’s critic is another person’s crackpot. That they are not united in their opinions is ascribable to the Latin saying: quot homines, tot sententiae. I myself prefer being considered a creep, but that is what you get for having what Vladimir Nabokov called ‘Strong Opinions.’ It is odd that in a country so wallowing in negativity, starting with mass shootings and climaxing with Trump, such an unimportant matter as theater criticism should generate so much hostility. The only target patently more important is lead in the drinking water.”

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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