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Movie City Indie Archive for May, 2010

Dennis Hopper shoots

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Dennis Hopper was 74: sweet glimpses

“I mean, what are they going to say, man, when he’s gone? Huh? ‘Cos he dies, when it dies, man… when it dies, he dies, what are they going to say about him? What, are they gonna say he was a kind man, he was a wise man, he had plans, he had wisdom, bullshit man, am I gonna be the one that’s gonna set him straight, look at me! Wrong! You.”




Someday this world’s gonna end.
Below: A scene from Wenders’ The American Friend and Hopper at the opening of his recent Taos show.

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Oh, fern!! Trailering Winnebago Man


And it’s sweet…

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IRON BABY

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At the inception of (500) Days Of Fatal Attraction: a teaser


Oh show me the way to the next karaoke bar… or surely we must die, surely we must die.

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Trailering Bruce McDonald's This Movie Is Broken


Written by Don McKellar and featuring Broken Social Scene; shot entirely across one Toronto day. Details.

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Teasering Assayas' Carlos


En français. May roll-out with an ad. Nudity.

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Toby Talbott on the New Yorker Theater at The New School


An older video, but new to me.

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Sounds familiar….

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Twitter parade, from Japan

harch_667.jpgA typo! A link that didn’t work! But now a parade: a way for Twitter users to immediately visualize how many spam accounts are marching in their wake. Insert your Twitter name here. Play loud?

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David Lynch's Lady Blue Shanghai


Marion Cotillard stars in David Lynch’s Shanghai-set contribution to Dior’s ongoing auteur-driven internet promo shorts. The FT’s Nicola Copping writes, “They called me up and said, ‘Would you like to make a short film for the internet? You can do anything you want, you just need to show the handbag, the Pearl Tower and some old Shanghai.’” For Lynch, it is clear the lines will continue to blur. “This falls between a regular film and a commercial. I liked that idea. There are ads and people get hit hard, and then there is this, where it is like coming at it from a different angle.” … It’s the third “Lady Dior” noir shorts, which all feature Cottilard, and began in May 2009 with Lady Noire, directed by La Vie en Rose‘s Olivier Dahan. “Lynch’s Lady Blue is twelve, enigmatic, weird but wonderful minutes crammed with Lynchian leitmotifs – flashing lights, flashbacks and a haunting soundtrack.”

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Chris Markergrams

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One of Chris Marker’s latest projects is breaking Article 9 of the Civil Code by taking taking photographs of other passengers on the Paris Metro. David Thomson says he got The New Republic’s seven-picture portfolio via a mutual friend. “[H]e has been a photographer all his life, and in the last few years he has found a new subject—people on the Paris Metro—shot with a secret camera.” Like Marker’s other photo work dealing with faces and crowds, there’s an empathetic gaze and attention to the found moment; the means raises other questions. Thomson: “When he first started the project, [he] was an elderly gentleman, but still nimble and fit—so he was not often noticed. He may have been 89; he could not always remember… So he used to spend part of his days and nights on the metro. And he had noticed that an elderly gentleman on the metro could sit there with an empty look in his eyes, and under that cover he could gaze upon people and observe them without being detected, or reported as a spy or a Don Juan… [T]he metro… was all silent purpose and bored crusade. These people were all going somewhere. They had a mission, and their loveliness—he thought everyone was lovely in the metro’s white light—was their purpose…” [More prose and six other shots at the link.]

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“Chad Harbach spent ten years writing his novel. It was his avocation, for which he was paid nothing, with no guarantee he’d ever be paid anything, while he supported himself doing freelance work, for which I don’t think he ever made $30,000 a year. I sold his book for an advance that equated to $65,000 a year—before taxes and commission—for each of the years of work he’d put in. The law schools in this country churn out first-year associates at white-shoe firms that pay them $250,000 a year, when they’re twenty-five years of age, to sit at a desk doing meaningless bullshit to grease the wheels of the corporatocracy, and people get upset about an excellent author getting $65,000 a year? Give me a fucking break.”
~ Book Agent Chris Parris-Lamb On The State Of The Publishing Industry

INTERVIEWER
Do you think this anxiety of yours has something to do with being a woman? Do you have to work harder than a male writer, just to create work that isn’t dismissed as being “for women”? Is there a difference between male and female writing?

FERRANTE
I’ll answer with my own story. As a girl—twelve, thirteen years old—I was absolutely certain that a good book had to have a man as its hero, and that depressed me. That phase ended after a couple of years. At fifteen I began to write stories about brave girls who were in serious trouble. But the idea remained—indeed, it grew stronger—that the greatest narrators were men and that one had to learn to narrate like them. I devoured books at that age, and there’s no getting around it, my models were masculine. So even when I wrote stories about girls, I wanted to give the heroine a wealth of experiences, a freedom, a determination that I tried to imitate from the great novels written by men. I didn’t want to write like Madame de La Fayette or Jane Austen or the Brontës—at the time I knew very little about contemporary literature—but like Defoe or Fielding or Flaubert or Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky or even Hugo. While the models offered by women novelists were few and seemed to me for the most part thin, those of male novelists were numerous and almost always dazzling. That phase lasted a long time, until I was in my early twenties, and it left profound effects.
~ Elena Ferrante, Paris Review Art Of Fiction No. 228

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