Trailering Saul Bass At 100 (four-minute video)
“Writing a screenplay would be a confusing endeavor right now. Would it have to take place prior to 2020? I think so. At least in my genre. They keep saying we’re only in the second inning of this pandemic, so this story has a way to go.”
Nancy Meyers On Quarantine Instagram And Her Kitchen Island Unto Itself
“We’re sorry to hear that any of our festival attendees were unwell either during or after our January edition. We are not aware of any confirmed festival-connected cases of [virus].”
“Logic dictates that they most probably did have it. With Sundance, you’ve got the perfect formula for this virus to really go to town and contaminate everybody.”
Sundance: Early Virus Petri Dish?
“He’s 61 now. He is still so handsome. His hair is still blond. His eyes are still the unimaginable green of Oregon grass right after the rain. His jaw is still the main event — the nasolabial area of his cheek bookending the inferior jowl so that his superior jowl appears sunken and his face takes on romantic geological proportions. He was wearing a very heavy turquoise and coral necklace that his mother, who died last year, wore for 20 years straight, along with her turquoise bracelet.”
Here, Read Taffy Brodesser-Akner’s Magnificent NYT Magazine Profile Of Val Kilmer
“Their friendship both defies and fulfills the social codes and political expectations that govern their interactions. The ruling class likes to imagine a state of familial harmony between those who own the land and those who toil on it, but not necessarily the free and easy companionship that Olmo and Alfredo sometimes enjoy. And the enmity that socialist theory posits between capital and labor is largely a structural, impersonal matter rather than a drama of sexual jealousy and fraternal treachery. Olmo and Alfredo, in other words, don’t behave like allegorical figures. Thank God — or Marx, or Bertolucci — for that. 1900 is not a bad history lesson, though it does take liberties with the timeline and the record.”
A. O. Scott On Bertolucci’s Novecento (1900)