So many music videos and television commercials have ripped off the imagery of Alain Resnais's Last Year at Marienbad since its 1961 release that it makes perfect sense for someone to have created a music video consisting entirely of shots from the original film.
An apt cinematic analogy of the Polanski brouhaha can be found in Charles Laughton's NIGHT OF THE HUNTER, namely the hyper-reactive old salt of the general store, Mrs.
In celebration of the birthday of director Michael Powell (1905-1990) today, I’d like to share with you this clip from Powell & Emeric Pressburger’s 1947 color masterpiece, Black Narcissus, a story of spirituality, sexuality, and madness set in the exotic Himalayas.
The general line on Georges Méliès (1861-1938) is that his films were rooted in the theatrical. He had been a stage magician before he was a filmmaker, so many commentators have viewed his films as mere extensions of his magic act.
I screened Lars Von Trier's new film Antichrist a few nights ago in bed, on my iPod touch (insert slightly guilty shrug), while my wife slept beside me.
Henry Gibson was not only a gifted comedian (Laugh-In), but a remarkable character actor with at least three great performances to his credit: Robert Altman's The Long Goodbye and Nashville and, more recently, as big tipper "Thurston Howell" in Magnolia (above) by Altman disciple, P.
Since we're commemorating dire events today, here's one from queer history worth noting. From today's Guardian website:Gordon Brown issued an unequivocal apology last night on behalf of the government to Alan Turing, the second world war codebreaker who took his own life 55 years ago after being sentenced to chemical castration for being gay.
La Belle Captive (1983) is an erotic noir mystery by Alain Robbe-Grillet, the screenwriter of Last Year at Marienbad.
In the midst of this blogospheric firestorm revolving around Inglourious Basterds, one relatively mild concession we can all make is that, for one reason or another, the movie (like all of Tarantino's work) certainly inspires people to watch other movies.
It’s amazing to me that some fellow Jews who were so indignant about Sophie’s Choice (by which I mean the Styron novel — arguably his best — and not the hollow Pakula movie) can give Tarantino a free ride on this one, presumably under the theory that this boy should be allowed to enjoy every last drop of his all-American fun, even at the expense of real-life Holocaust victims.
The amount of discussion generated by Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds demonstrates, if nothing else, that whether you like the film, hate it, or harbor mixed feelings about it, what Tarantino has created is unquestionably some kind of movie.
...and I mean *everybody*...Jonathan Rosenbaum posted a rather damning blog entry on his website regarding QT's "IB" that was subsequently picked up and scoffed at by a smattering of online critics.
Is Robert Richardson (born August 27, 1955) the greatest cinematographer working today?Consider the difference between Oliver Stone's JFK and Nixon, both of which were photographed by Richardson, and Stone's W.
Of all the real-life German film personalities referred to in Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds, the most notorious – apart from Goebbels himself – is Leni Riefenstahl.
One of the many incidental pleasures of Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds is the reappearance after far too long an absence of the wonderful Rod Taylor.
Neither of the two versions of the promo art for John Huston's The Dead presented by Erich Kuersten, below, are *quite* as misleading as the cover art for the VHS version of The Dumb Waiter, a 1987 half-hour television film directed by Robert Altman based on the one-act play of the same title by the late Harold Pinter.
With Halloween just around the corner, and Lionsgate releasing THE DEAD (like Bogart going to Casablanca for the waters), I thought I'd present this little mock-up of my own design, in case the hungry zombie movie munching hordes clamoring at a movie called THE DEAD need more misleading encouragement.
Even within the notoriously cheese-ridden genre of science fiction, few films can rival the alien visitation picture in terms of how much suspicion they arouse.
Check out the latest issue of Film Comment, containing an excellent, though regrettably short, piece by Richard Combs praising the formal achievement of Roger Corman’s The St.
I recently screened Judd Apatow's Funny People (the latest in a long list of theatrical releases that the blogosphere has loved to "ehhh" about) with a group of friends, and quite notably after having had the beneficial pleasure of Joe Aisenberg's Bromance piece for Bright Lights.