werner herzog’s plays the recordings of klaus kinski’s rants on the set. hilarious and scary all at the same time. klaus tells herzog, “you are no director, you are a beginner, a dwarf’s director. you must ask me mr. kinski what do you think? david lean did that, even brecht, and you’ll do just the same”… it reminds me of my encounter with cesar the great. good times as cale would say. by xy
i don’t know, i love JLG, but some how i will despise the one who would wear this… how is that? by uh
i finally got my jean louis trintignant “assassin gloves” at maison fabre in paris thanks to pp’s instructions. however, nothing in france is made like it was used to, the films nor the gloves. the films suck, and the gloves fell apart a day after i bought them… oh well, romantic nonetheless. by xy
the bewitchingly charming dance sequence from jean renoir’s the rules of the game. hard to believe that he thought this film was a failure, i suppose that is the curse of those with infamous fathers? anyway, enjoy this as much as i do. by sv
and yes film, when it’s film and not entertainment, is the ultimate art…
“faulkner’s likeness does not appear in the movie, but his words are quoted by owen wilson’s character. in a slight paraphrase of a line from faulkner’s novel ‘requiem for a nun,’ wilson’s character says, “the past is not dead! actually, it’s not even past.” the original quote reads, “the past is never dead. it’s not even past.”
unbelievable! petty! and of absolute bad taste… if anything woody allen has brought faulkner to a younger audience who would have mistaken him for owen wilson’s father-in-law. based on this absurd premise, jean luc godard should have been spending his life in court fending lawsuits instead of cooking culture. faulkner must have not left much money to his petty estate, who seem so desperate to make a buck. shame on them. see the film if you haven’t. its allen’s best film since manhattan. by uh
gotta love that!!!!! i saw this film like 3 times in the theaters. by dd
after watching many of bjork and gondry’s video collaborations with some great company last night, i had this ingenious couple on the brain today. here is the beginning to their collaborative film, drawing restraint 9. by sv
i was shown this beautiful roy andersson film by a friend quite a few years ago, but the imagery—the sheer and unidentifiable essence of it, has been stuck inside my conscious ever since. captivating is an understatement for andersson’s epic tale, and i have chills just thinking about some of the scenes and the perfect usage of vallejo’s poetical themes. the title of this very post is from my favorite storyline. you may hate the film, as i have shown it to many who felt just that way, but it is undoubtedly memorable and unique. what’s left but that nowadays? just being different. whatever happened to the quintessence of individuality? the film is the first in an unfinished trilogy of magic. i am certainly going home to watch this tonight, and you should make it your business to do the same. thank you, mr. andersson. by sv
directed by monty helman with warren oats as the main character. basically anything helman’s done is worth a try, and that goes the same for warren oats, but put them together and it’s a sure fire. if you like tom waits, just watch warren oats films and you’ll see where tom picked up the character ideas. if you like vincent gallo films for that matter, just watch helman’s and you’ll see where his inspiration comes from. this is a lesser known film from the era and a gem indeed. i have the dvd and highly recommend it. by dd
sounds like an PSA for non smoking…. but actually this is toshiro mifune and tatsuya nakadai smoking on the set of sanjuro or yojimbo as i remember it… reminds me of SV and I on our daily balcony outing…. this is an amazing film of course by akira kurosawa. i’ll be sure to watch them all once again this week since i’ll be home alone in the dark woods. by dd
robert deniro with handgun… i thought in this scene he had a shaved head or was that after? by xy
jean louis trintignant with handgun. by dd
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