Movie City Indie Archive for October, 2009

The Girl and her Cat, Lumière brothers

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The Serpentine Dance (1899), Lumière brothers

2012 or 2009?

“Film director, motion graphics designer and Art Center College of Design alumnus, Theo Alexopoulos, takes you on a visceral journey through the USGS ShakeOut Earthquake Scenario.” Nice work, dude. I can say that from thousands of miles away.

Gay Talese on getting drunk at the New York Times

2012 roadblock

In short, “Spinning toycars convulsive tectonic infarction amandapeet teeth pudgycusack 911-2012 freefloating anxiety”

Two October photo shows: "Far. And Near."

Far. And Near.

Two photo shows start this weekend in Chicago: a selection of Chicago scenes by night [left], “Far” and smaller, more intimate portraits, including Michel Gondry, Emir Kusturica and Quentin Tarantino’s mouth, “Near.” Details including addresses, etc. at Far. And Near. [Larger image here.]

Mike Royko's 1987 Chicago Tribune commercial: "A great city deserves a great newspaper"

Movies that won’t be made, stories that will be embroidered, characters not to be repeated. Wouldn’t it be great to read 800 words a day, five days a week from Royko, about Chicago’s grasp for Olympics 2016? Below: Scott Jacobs’ 1982 short interview, Royko at the Goat.

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“Would I like to see Wormwood in a theater on a big screen? You betcha. I’d be disingenuous to argue otherwise. But we’re all part of, like it or not, an industry, and what Netflix offers is an opportunity to do different kinds of films in different ways. Maybe part of what is being sacrificed is that they no longer go into theaters. If the choice is between not doing it at all and having it not go to theaters, it’s an easy choice to make.”
~ Errol Morris

“As these stories continue to break, in the weeks since women have said they were harassed and abused by Harvey Weinstein, which was not the birth of a movement but an easy and highly visible shorthand for decades of organizing against sexual harassment that preceded this moment, I hope to gain back my time, my work. Lately, though, I have noticed a drift in the discourse from violated rights to violated feelings: the swelled number of reporters on the beat, the burden on each woman’s story to concern a man “important” enough to report on, the detailed accounting of hotel robes and incriminating texts along with a careful description of what was grabbed, who exposed what, and how many times. What I remember most, from “my story” is how small the sex talk felt, almost dull. I did not feel hurt. I had no pain to confess in public. As more stories come out, I like to think that we would also believe a woman who said, for example, that the sight of the penis of the man who promised her work did not wound her, and that the loss she felt was not some loss of herself but of her time, energy, power.”
~ “The Unsexy Truth About Harassment,” by Melissa Gira Grant