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Movie City Indie Archive for April, 2011

Animated: “Stanley Kubrick: A Filmography”

Gentle. Bittersweet.

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Chuck Jones’ “Crawford” On Marriage

[Via Cartoon Brew.]

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Teasing Takashi Miike’s Cannes-Bound 3D HARA-KIRI: DEATH OF A SAMURAI (Ichimei)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmeMHi1MQAs&feature=player_embedded

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Postering “Jane Campion presents SLEEPING BEAUTY”

Julia Leigh on the making of her debut feature. [Click several times for the largest scale.]
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TRANSFORMERS 3: Great Chicago Fire For The 21st Century?

A Great Chicago Fire for the 21st century? A Chicagoan can only hope.

Beautiful waterfront…

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.

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MIKE MILLS MEETS A LOT OF PEOPLE

He’s Beginnering to blog his festival and press tour for the summer release of Beginners.

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Hal Hartley “Blogs” In The Form Of A “Screenplay”





























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.

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Trailering Hong Sang-Soo’s THE DAY HE ARRIVES

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqR6gr80feI&feature=player_embedded

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…

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Trailering Kim Ki-Duk’s Cannes-Bound ARIRANG

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSN3p9uWNK4&feature=player_embedded

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:
Arirang is

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.
Ah…
Arirang
Alright
Let’s mercilessly kill each other in our hearts till we die.

Even today
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.
Wait
I will kill
Myself, who remembers you.”

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Trailering Cannes’ “Jane Campion Presents SLEEPING BEAUTY” [mnsfw]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yskjRo7RXIw&feature=player_embedded

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Raw Tornado Footage From Tuscaloosa And Birmingham

Tuscaloosa “Lord jesus”

Tuscaloosa

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Elmer Lynn Hauldren, Empire Carpet Pitchman, Was 89-588-2300

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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Benicio Del Toro in Conversation with Japanese Director Kaneto Shindo

[Via @janusfilms.]

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David Lynch Sells You His Signature Cup

http://vimeo.com/21939919&feature=player_embedded

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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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