“Let me try and be as direct as I possibly can with you on this. There was no relationship to repair. I didn’t intend for Harvey to buy and release The Immigrant – I thought it was a terrible idea. And I didn’t think he would want the film, and I didn’t think he would like the film. He bought the film without me knowing! He bought it from the equity people who raised the money for me in the States. And I told them it was a terrible idea, but I had no say over the matter. So they sold it to him without my say-so, and with me thinking it was a terrible idea. I was completely correct, but I couldn’t do anything about it. It was not my preference, it was not my choice, I did not want that to happen, I have no relationship with Harvey. So, it’s not like I repaired some relationship, then he screwed me again, and I’m an idiot for trusting him twice! Like I say, you try to distance yourself as much as possible from the immediate response to a movie. With The Immigrant I had final cut. So he knew he couldn’t make me change it. But he applied all the pressure he could, including shelving the film.”
~ James Gray
Movie City Indie Archive for April, 2011
A Great Chicago Fire for the 21st century? A Chicagoan can only hope.
The gorgeous green of the Chicago River…
And with only a couple more weeks of Mayor Daley in office, it’s about time we got rid of the terrible concrete planters choking traffic medians in the more moneyed neighborhoods.
He’s Beginnering to blog his festival and press tour for the summer release of Beginners.
INTERIOR, BISTRO, LOWER MANHATTAN.
Hal Hartley (early-fifties, laid-back but troubled) sits and frowns at a page deep in the middle of Roberto Bolano’s The Savage Detectives. He turns over a page, finishes a chapter, and removes his reading glasses. He contemplates his double espresso. Meanwhile, to his left three casually well-dressed young executives continue a heated discussion…
CHET: It’s outrageous!
LOLA: Let me see.
Chet holds out his mobile device and shows Lola a text message. Their friend, Kurt, paces nearby, scheming distractedly.
CHET: Why text “would you like to meet for drinks at seven?
KURT (stops and turns): Did he spell “seven” or just use a number?
LOLA: He spells it out!
CHET: Now that’s just verbose.
KURT (his suspicions confirmed): Or worse!
LOLA: “Drinks at numeral seven question mark” is like I guess beneath his dignity? Look, he even spells out “at!”
KURT: (fatigued) This is more complicated than I thought.
Hartley decides it’s probably a good time to evaporate. He leaves some bills on the small table and heads for the door with his book. Lola notices him and grabs Chet’s arm…
LOLA: Hey, is that?
CHET: You mean?
LOLA: The guy who made, oh, you know, what’s it called?
KURT: You mean with the girl and the book and the guy from the television repair shop?
LOLA: Something like that. It’s unimportant, really. I was moved, true. But I was young.
In the doorway, Hartley bumps into his publicists, Emily and Roger.
. . .
With more of the same at the link. There, that was simple enough to finance, wasn’t it? While he’s at it, a couple of double-trucks from “The Heart Is A Muscle,” a new Swedish book of photos from his earlier films, available at the link, signed, for $99.95.
Just a short part of his new film, 북촌방향, bound for Cannes, or a device throughout? Sweet in a Hong Sang-Soo kind of way…
O.S.: A quiet “Oh, dear.” Kim Ki-Duk’s movies have crude and strange things in them, but this… it’s a mystery. And apparently a documentary about his life.
His director’s statement:
about Kim Ki-duk
playing 3 roles in 1.
Through Arirang I climb over one hill in life.
Through Arirang I understand human beings, thank the nature, and accept my life as it is now.
We are now…
in the terrestrial world lurking with desires,
in the ghostly world lurking with sorrow
in the imaginary world lurking with dreams,
with no beginning nor end,
slowly going crazy.
What is affection that it still remains all around me decaying?
It’s still stuck to the crown of my head, testing my emotions.
It’s still hiding deep within my heart, testing my sense of compassion.
If I didn’t give my heart, they would be bad people erased from memories but if I gave my heart, I couldn’t let them go till the day that I die as despicable people.
Let’s mercilessly kill each other in our hearts till we die.
I hold back as I get angry
I laugh as I get jealous
I love as I despise
And forgive as I quiver with the urge to kill.
I will kill
Myself, who remembers you.”
Tuscaloosa “Lord jesus”
How do you know when you’ve lived in the Midwest a long, long time? When the news of this man‘s passing brings a tear. Sun-Times obit. (I’m reminded Chicago’s WGN is on cable and satellite around the world, so Lynn’s more widely known than I realized.) Two more below; lots more on YouTube.
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