Movie City Indie Archive for June, 2012

ON HER MASH-UP’S SECRET SERVICE: Michael Fassbender is Christopher Nolan’s James Bond


So that’s why Fassbender’s been wearing all those scarves.

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“I’m Oliver Stone… And I’m A Savage” (1’20″)

Another eccentric bit of transmedia promoting Oliver Stone’s Savages, as yet unscreened for most reviewers.

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Postering Mike Birbiglia’s SLEEPWALK WITH ME

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Sam Smyth’s 30th Anniversary BLADE RUNNER Poster

 

[More here and here.]

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“Andrew Sarris: Critic In Focus”: A Late Interview (11’16″)

“Directed and Edited by Casimir Nozkowski; Cinematography by Pete Fonda; Original Music by Alexander Strung; Sound Mix by Tod Chapman.”

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Josh Fox’s THE SKY IS PINK (18’34″)

From Fox’s follow-up to Gasland. Just the fracks, ma’am.

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David Lynch Loves To Paint (2’27″)

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Absurd and Beautiful and PRADA and Oldman and Dafoe…

Vision asserted.  Photos by Steven Meisel. From the comments: “If a man showed up to pick me up for a date in some of these, I might propose to him right then.”

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“I am just grateful I am still around. I would love to be Steven Soderbergh, but I am lucky to be Joe Swanberg. Actors want to work with me, people want to give me money, and my nightmare scenario remains: Getting in bed with a studio, spending years on a movie, and it turns out horrible, but now I’m rich.”

Actually, by Hollywood standards, you’re right, I said. That is unambitious.

“It is, and yet, if you can go to bed happy at night, doing what you want, isn’t that ambition for a lifetime?”
~ Swanberg On Swanberg By Borelli

“In retrospect, nothing of that kind surprised me about Philip, because his intuition was luminous from the instant you met him. So was his intelligence. A lot of actors act intelligent, but Philip was the real thing: a shining, artistic polymath with an intelligence that came at you like a pair of headlights and enveloped you from the moment he grabbed your hand, put a huge arm round your neck and shoved a cheek against yours; or if the mood took him, hugged you to him like a big, pudgy schoolboy, then stood and beamed at you while he took stock of the effect.”
John le Carré on Philip Seymour Hoffman