Movie City Indie Archive for June, 2010

Restrepo's Sebastian Junger on the McChrystal matter

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Animating Hitchcock in A McGuffin

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Tilda Swinton's Edinburgh "Laurel & Hardy" flashmob


Just because.

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Oh Canada: and the police advance


This is from a movie, right, not from someone’s window, right? G20, it’s something Belgian, right? Science fiction? Updates at Twitter. Warning: next embed contains sudden violence against a woman with a camera: “muzzle blast,” it’s reportedly called.

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Trailer Jerzy Skolimowski's Essential Killing, with Vincent Gallo


From a 72-year-old director who’s made greats like Deep End and Moonlighting, this looks pleasingly out of left field.

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City in the Garden's got anger in the sky


Chicago’s motto “Urbs in Horto” momentarily “Ira in Divum.”

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Trailering The Social Network


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Director-approved: four images from Inception

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Faye Dunaway eats an egg, by Kazumi Kurigami


Bonus: Also for Parco, Gary Numan engages with a prehensile iPad. And Paul Newman goes bird-watching for Maxwell Blendy.

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Postering Winnebago Man

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Somebody’s done Jack a kindness. [Designer: Kii Arens.]

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Trailering Joel Schumacher's Twelve

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Amir Bar-Lev on The Pat Tillman Story


In the news, considering the involvement of resigned Afghan war commander McChrystal in the aftermath of Tillman’s death.

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The simple style of another "Family Circus"

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It’s not Eno’s Oblique Strategies, but there’s always room for the random wisdom of “Nietzsche Family Circus.”

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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