Movie City Indie Archive for April, 2014

Screen Acting: Bob Hoskins in the final scene of THE LONG GOOD FRIDAY (2’12”)

And he was, of course, a dancer. From Shane Meadows’ 24/7:


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The Unseen Seen: VFX Reel For ONLY GOD FORGIVES (NSFW) (4’49”)

Only God Forgives VFX Showreel from Nordisk Film ShortCut – CPH on Vimeo.

“Task: Remove all blinks… Make blood… more bloody!”

[Via @tinch.]

Trailering Soderbergh’s “The Knick” Season 1 (0’30”)

Gah!

Trailering BOYHOOD (12 years in 1’45”)

That’s a rush: the sensation of the whole movie coming back. What does it look like to people who haven’t seen Boyhood yet?

Trailering SUPERMENSCH: THE LEGEND OF SHEP GORDON (2’27”)

Mike Myers’ personal testimonial to his subject in the trailer of Mike Myers’ film at 1’43”, directly before the Dalai Lama.

Good Dr. Bordwell On Dreyer’s MASTER OF THE HOUSE (2’53”)

RIP Michael Glawogger

Michael Glawogger © 2014 Ray Pride

  Michael Glawogger © 2014 Ray Pride

Trailering Gillian Robespierre’s OBVIOUS CHILD (2’30”)

Trailering Clint Eastwood’s JERSEY BOYS (2’05”)

A little bit of Christopher Walken and an awful lot of Marshall Brickman…

Trailering Cannes-Bound THE ROVER (2’21”)

MNSFW Trailering Cronenberg’s MAPS TO THE STARS (2’15”)

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There will be driving.

Mel Brooks On BLAZING SADDLES Not Getting Buried (4’01”)

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“That’s the joke of Prune, that we just pretend to be a restaurant. But we’re actually an institute for living. We hide behind the fried eggs, and we hide behind the marrow bones, but really what we’re doing here is trying to change the whole goddamn world, one lamb chop at a time. It’s slow going, but I think we’re getting there.”
~ Gabrielle Hamilton

“I’m into pleasure rebellion,” she says, lighting a cigarette. “I’ve shared all my misery and tragedy but in my personal life I’m a cheerleader, an optimist. That aspect of myself is not shared. Once you are free from trauma, you are going to luxuriate in pleasure and happiness – personal pleasure. A divine gluttony, I should say.”
Lydia Lunch