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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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“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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