August 1, 2004

Senses of Cinema. 32.

Senses of Cinema To state the obvious right off, the new design does indeed, as Senses of Cinema co-editor Michelle Carey writes, make for easier navigation across the board, and of course, it just plain looks sleeker overall. But Carey has other things on her mind as well: "I fear that in these DVD-saturated times that the traditional sites of film culture are being neglected – those archives, museums and cinémathèques who collect, restore, conserve and curate cinema in its material form."

Melbourne Film Festival Then there's the issue itself, almost overwhelming, as always, but perhaps the biggest surprise for a journal like Senses is that the site is being updated almost daily at the moment with reports coming in from the 53rd Melbourne International Film Festival, running through August 8. And there are fest-related pieces as well:

Then there's sort of a Guy Maddin interlude, with entries from Darragh O'Donoghue and Adam Hart, before the issue opens out onto a dozen substantial "Features." I know it must seem like an utterly ridiculous exercise, this obsessive-compulsive drive to all but reproduce a table of contents, but hopefully, not an objectionable one. I just find it a handy way to sort through tempting offerings, like a child taking notes at a candy store before deciding what to sample first. At any rate, the features:

Willem Dafoe In the intriguing section "Beyond the Grave of Genre," Edith Hallberg explains why Willem Dafoe isn't just your average star "commuting... between stage and screen," James Rose digs up mythic elements in Richard Stanley's films, Charles Leary offers another theoretical take on The Matrix, Maximilian Le Cain is disappointed with the way Kill Bill winds down, Charles Spiteri traces the evolution of the phone in slasher films and Patricia MacCormack examines two shorts by Frazer Lee.

Festivals: Janice Tong in Hong Kong, Christoph Huber in Cannes, Brandon Wee in Udine, Brian Darr in San Francisco, Kyle Weise in St Kilda, Saul Symonds in Sydney and Ioannis Mookas in New York, where he took in the Human Rights Watch International Film Festival.

Eight book reviews follow, always a favorite section, and eight names have been added to the Great Directors database and the number of annotations and top tens keeps mounting.



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Posted by dwhudson at August 1, 2004 1:59 PM

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The design is a lot nicer, but the front page is a bit too pink for my liking. Still, it's nice to see them upholding the fine tradition of academic bullshit:

"When Baron Frankenstein espouses the joys of gall bladder fucking, our pleasure is de-signified. First, one cannot fuck life in the gall bladder of a female zombie in the real; secondly, even if we could, the pleasure we take in his gall bladder fucking may not translate into our actual pleasure at the same."

The gift some academic writers have for draining all the fun out of films is one that will never cease to amaze me.

Posted by: James Russell at August 1, 2004 11:24 PM

Just in case anyone's wondering, James is not making this stuff up.

Posted by: David Hudson at August 2, 2004 10:17 AM

My imagination is occasionally fevered, but not that fevered. :)

Posted by: James Russell at August 3, 2004 2:26 AM