Movie City Indie Archive for November, 2013

Nightlife, NYC, November 1963

 

NYC November 1963

[Via Paul Schrader.]

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Happy 70th Birthday To Terrence Malick

RIP Polish Poster Designer Waldemar Świerzy

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[Most via the indispensable
Polish movie poster database. Google image search offers hundreds, even thousands more.]
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Thanksgiving Best

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Mike Leigh On The Influence Of JMW Turner (4’01”)

Jonás Cuarón’s Oscar-Submitted ANINGAAQ (7’05”) Answers Who Sandra Bullock’s On The Radio With In GRAVITY

[Via The Hollywood Reporter.]

Asia Argento for Ermanno Scervino F/W ’13 (1’07”)

[Via @ScottDerrickson.]

RIP Peter Wintonick

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A great, great friend. [All images © and All Rights Reserved.]

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“So, what does it look like when he leaves the show? First, it looks like a ratings spike, and I had a nice chuckle about that. But the truth is, the ink wasn’t even dry on his exit papers before they rushed in a new guy. I was on vacation in Sicily, decompressing — it was a long working relationship and it was a tumultuous end and I needed a moment to just chill with some rosé — and they’re calling me, going, ‘What do you think of this guy?’ ‘What do you think of this guy?’ And they’re sending pictures. I was like, ‘Are you people fucking nuts? Why do you feel that you have to replace this person?’ I couldn’t believe how fast the studio and the network felt like they had to get a penis in there.”
Ellen Pompeo

“I am, as you indicate, no stranger as a novelist to the erotic furies. Men enveloped by sexual temptation is one of the aspects of men’s lives that I’ve written about in some of my books. Men responsive to the insistent call of sexual pleasure, beset by shameful desires and the undauntedness of obsessive lusts, beguiled even by the lure of the taboo — over the decades, I have imagined a small coterie of unsettled men possessed by just such inflammatory forces they must negotiate and contend with. I’ve tried to be uncompromising in depicting these men each as he is, each as he behaves, aroused, stimulated, hungry in the grip of carnal fervor and facing the array of psychological and ethical quandaries the exigencies of desire present. I haven’t shunned the hard facts in these fictions of why and how and when tumescent men do what they do, even when these have not been in harmony with the portrayal that a masculine public-relations campaign — if there were such a thing — might prefer. I’ve stepped not just inside the male head but into the reality of those urges whose obstinate pressure by its persistence can menace one’s rationality, urges sometimes so intense they may even be experienced as a form of lunacy. Consequently, none of the more extreme conduct I have been reading about in the newspapers lately has astonished me.”
~ Philip Roth