MCN Curated Headlines Archive for January, 2018

“Guys, we think we’re strong because we hold it all in and don’t talk about it. I beat myself up for years over this. I remember thinking, I wish somebody would say something. Because these guys are getting away with murder. All of them, from agents to casting directors to clients to photographers, they all know what’s going on. And nobody’s saying anything, because they can count on us as men holding all that in.”
Elderly Fashion Photographer Bruce Weber, Accused Of Pattern Of Sexual Harassment, Painted As “Creepy Santa Claus”

“They are showing our history incorrectly. They have not given a religious touch to it — they have given a glamorous touch to it. If they are showing such disrespect to Padmini, who sacrificed so much and died, how will they treat Rajput women in the future? The only weapon we have is to kill ourselves and finish it off.”
Outraged Women In India Threaten Mass Suicide Over Padmaavat

variety

“Privately positioned behind gates and on a low-rise bluff at the end of a whisper-quiet cul-de-sac with 260 feet of unspoiled shoreline along Gardiner’s Bay, the 1.93-acre spread is anchored by a sprawling, shingle-sided residence of luxurious yet comfortably casual space. The family room tat incorporates an informal dining space, floor-to-ceiling French doors and a fireplace where the once formidably powerful producer displayed an impressive row of Academy Award statuettes and other industry awards.”
Harvey Weinstein And Georgina Chapman Sell At Loss 9,000-Square Foot, Seven-Bedroom Amagansett Retreat

“Whenever I shoot anything remotely comedy-driven in widescreen (2.39), I’m always inspired by the work of Lawrence Sher. A lot of folks laugh at me when I say the words Hangover 2, and I know it’s not what many would consider serious cinema, but just watch it with the sound off. He is a coverage and lighting genius.”
Paint DP Sam Chase

“Cattelan would like to offer it to the White House for a long-term loan. It is, of course, extremely valuable and somewhat fragile, but we would provide all the instructions for its installation and care.”
Guggenheim Turns Down Request For Van Gogh For Trump Bedroom, Offers 24 Karat Gold Maurizio Cattelan Toilet In Its Stead

“Though Black actors, directors, publicists, and screenwriters are at and have been attending events like Sundance in full force, the representation of the Black press is abysmal. This speaks of a continuing disconnect in Hollywood which is not just about a lack of representation, but a reluctance to bridge the gap with Black audiences as a whole. Black film criticism in particular is so important and yet so undervalued. Who better to analyze stories about us and present them to our audiences than those who can relate to them on a more intimate level.”
Aramide A Tinubu Says Sundance Needs More Black Press

The most concerning question at hand is how the organization’s woes may [affect] the search for an HIV cure.”
Poz Investigates Harvey Weinstein’s AMFAR Charity Dirty Dealing

“The key is the immediate expensing of the purchase of tangible property (excluding real estate). This includes film, television, and live theatrical production. It’s possible all the assets Disney is buying from Fox could be immediately deductible.”
“Is the Disney/Fox deal actually tax-free?”

“The journalism business is above all a business, and it makes hard decisions every day on how to use its resources – both in the way it allocates space, and the way it spends money. I can disagree with the company’s decision to eliminate my movie coverage, but I can’t deny their right to make it. I can mourn the fact, though, that, as of tomorrow New Jersey – the birthplace of the American motion picture – will no longer have a single, fulltime film writer.”
Stephen Whitty

telegraph.co.uk

Hunched in a wheelchair, right arm in a sling, face bloated and bearded, Mark E Smith sang-spat a repeated phrase – “I think it’s over now, I think it’s ending” – as his sidemen locked into a brutal riff.”
A Dispatch From Mark E. Smith’s Final Show With The Fall In November

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“We don’t have censorship. We’re not afraid of critical or hard-hitting assessments of our history. But there’s a moral boundary between critical analysis and pure mockery. Many older people view this as an offensive mockery of the entire Soviet past, of the country that defeated fascism, of the Soviet army and of ordinary people.”
Russia Bans Death Of Stalin

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