“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 September, 2011
More than the trailer, which seems more emphatic in its uplift than the finished film might dare, there are names other than director Stephen Daldry‘s that pop out: screenwriter Eric Roth (Forrest Gump, Benjamin Button); composer Nico Muhly (The Reader, Margaret), and, not in the credit block, cinematographer Chris Menges (The Reader, The Killing Fields, Local Hero) and editor Claire Simpson (The Reader, The Constant Gardener, Wall Street). There will be vivid widescreen imagery.
[Via Dangerous Minds.]
While it’s not the first horizontal/vertical mix-up on a one-sheet this month (see Janus Film’s reissue poster for Godard’s Weekend), at second glance, this is the most disturbing. Turning topsy-turvy the Houses of Parliament may resemble the streaking of a minor Gerhard Richter painting, but more readily suggest the loss of memory and personality by Thatcher as her Alzheimer’s grows worse. And what streaks away? A mind for all things governmental. Eeeesh.
What drugs had our faithful young correspondent Hunter S. ingested by the time of his Puerto Rican reporting days, where he laid his fictional “Rum Diary”? The revisions in the years before publication surely partook of the sort of recreational distraction that this one-sheet genially embraces. Plus: Bruce Robinson. This film must fall within the acceptable bounds of reflecting the writer-director-raconteur’s large and rumbustious personality.
Photojournalism: a silent scream. “Davidscameracraft” is the byline of the photographer from the “Occupy Wall Street” protests. More of his solid work here, where he discovers the NYPD Deputy Inspector who randomly chose whom to pepper-spray at point blank is named “BOLOGNA.”
[Playdates for Janus Films’ new 35mm print.]
And below! Classic Qwikster! From Australia!