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DP/30 @ SXSW: Short Term 12, actor Brie Larson

4 Responses to “DP/30 @ SXSW: Short Term 12, actor Brie Larson”

  1. Lex says:

    Wait this is that hot chick from SCREAM 4 and FIVE YEAR ENGAGEMENT? Doesn’t even look like her.

  2. SamLowry says:

    Well, she is 23, so I guess on the Lex Scale she qualifies for AARP membership.

    (…and she was also the ex-GF from Hades in Scott Pilgrim. Gotta get that Pilgrim reference in there.)

    (…and I’m also glad to see her mug does say “Keep Calm and Carry On”–I’m starting to get really tired of The Chive.)

  3. Don R. Lewis says:

    I just met her tonight and am excited to see this interview. Talk about a genuinely NICE and intelligent woman….she’s awesome. So psyched SHORT TERM 12 won the narrative feature award tonight at SXSW too, I’m seeing it tomorrow. I cannot recommend Daniel Destin Crettin’s first feature I AM NOT A HIPSTER highly enough. Seek it out, it’s absolutely not waht you think.

  4. The Pope says:

    Ladies and Gentlemen,
    We give you the next Tracy Flick. Ambition. Youth. Energy. Intelligence. Confidence. Poise.

    And happily, in the eyes of this observer at least, completely lacking the unconscionable morass of self-entitlement that Flick had in abundance. Can’t wait to see how far she goes.

    Nice interview, David. Thanks.

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“I was 15 when I first watched Sally Hardesty escape into the back of a pickup truck, covered in blood and cackling like a goddamn witch. All of her friends were dead. She had been kidnapped, tortured and even forced to feed her own blood to her cannibalistic captors’ impossibly shriveled patriarch. Being new to the horror genre, I was sure she was going to die. It had been a few months since I survived a violent sexual assault, where I subsequently ran from my assailant, tripped, fell and fought like hell. I crawled home with bloody knees, makeup-stained cheeks and a new void in both my mind and heart. My sense of safety, my ability to trust others, my willingness to form new relationships and my love of spending time with people I cared about were all taken from me. It wasn’t until I found the original The Texas Chain Saw Massacre that something clicked. It was Sally’s strength, and her resilience. It was watching her survive blows to the head from a hammer. It was watching her break free from her bonds and burst through a glass window. It was watching her get back up after she’d been stabbed. It was watching her crawl into the back of a truck, laughing as it drove away from Leatherface. She was the last one to confront the killer, and live. I remember sitting in front of the TV and thinking, There I am. That’s me.”
~ Lauren Milici On “The Final Girl”

“‘Thriller’ enforced its own reality principle; it was there, part of the every commute, a serenade to every errand, a referent to every purchase, a fact of every life. You didn’t have to like it, you only had to acknowledge it. By July 6, 1984, when the Jacksons played the first show of their ‘Victory’ tour, in Kansas City, Missouri, Jacksonism had produced a system of commodification so complete that whatever and whoever was admitted to it instantly became a new commodity. People were no longer comsuming commodities as such things are conventionally understood (records, videos, posters, books, magazines, key rings, earrings necklaces pins buttons wigs voice-altering devices Pepsis t-shirts underwear hats scarves gloves jackets – and why were there no jeans called Bille Jeans?); they were consuming their own gestures of consumption. That is, they were consuming not a Tayloristic Michael Jackson, or any licensed facsimile, but themselves. Riding a Mobius strip of pure capitalism, that was the transubstantiation.”
~ Greil Marcus On Michael Jackson