...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. Rosenbaum responded to the hubbub over his equating "IB" with Holocaust denial in a postscript, reprinted here:Since many people have been asking me to elaborate on why I think "Inglourious Basterds" is akin to Holocaust denial, I’ll try to explain what I mean as succinctly as possible, by paraphrasing Roland Barthes: anything that makes Fascism unreal is wrong. (He was speaking about Pasolini’s "Salo," but I think one can also say that anything that makes Nazism unreal is wrong. Full story...
If you want an idea of real Roman life, look no further than Mid-August Lunch. Gianni (Gianni Di Gregorio, who directed, scripted and stars) and his 93-year-old mother Valeria share a large, dark, rambling flat in the Trastevere neighborhood.
In a film career that spanned more than half a century, the late Peter Graves (1926-2010) was a dependable leading man, often at his best in non-leading roles, who worked memorably with Billy Wilder (Stalag 17), John Ford (The Long Gray Line), Roger Corman (It Conquered the World), Otto Preminger (The Court Martial of Billy [.
I like these two movie posters, one for Roland Emmerich’s 2012 (2009), the other for Cecil B. DeMille’s The Ten Commandments (1956), and I suspect their similarity is anything but coincidental.
Austrian filmmaker Götz Spielmann likes to capture rooms and the lives within. His camera remains stable or abruptly shifts, as if just discovering the element central to the layout.
As a tonic to all the hoopla surrounding The Hurt Locker and its Oscar win as Best Picture, we’re reprinting BL writer Jay Rothermel’s provocative review of the film, originally published on August 14, 2009 on the blog Marxist Update.
I mean, DAME Helen Mirren. (Photo via Associated Press. Joke via Oscar co-host, Steve Martin.)
Very happy for Kat B and The Hurt Locker.
Maybe it’s just a sad afternoon, but this film had me weeping within 3 minutes… perhaps a new record, great synthesis of music and image, though the end of the guy’s nose looks like it’s in another dimension.
What Jacksin's doin' with line and cullah goes beyond abstrackshin.
More than 20 years before Jacques Tourneur took us to an exotic tropical isle in 1943’s I Walked With a Zombie, his father, producer/director Maurice Tourneur (1876-1961), blazed a similar trail with his 1919 production of Victory.
There was a front-page (!) piece in the L.A. Times today, whining – for lack of a better word – about how “unlike the great majority of best picture nominees, the ‘Avatar’ actors have not nabbed a single major critic’s award, or guild prize.
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