October 10, 2004
Sunday shorts.
"Bashing the British film industry has long been a national pastime, along with moaning about the weather and worrying about the sex lives of politicians," writes Mark Kermode, introducing a big splashy feature in the Observer. "Yet unlikely as it may seem, there is currently an unfashionably buoyant air about contemporary British film-making - if not within the industry, then at least as far as audiences are concerned." Then it's on to mini-profiles of 25 prominent figures in British film - actors, directors, producers - and a brief round-up of some of the best British movies now showing or coming soon.
Also in the Observer:
In the 32 years since it was made, Cocksucker Blues has come to occupy a unique cultural place. In Don DeLillo's Underworld, a character speaks of loving "the washed blue light of the film ... corruptive and ruinous, a beautiful tunnel blue". In rock legend, it occupies a place as a record of the kind of bacchanalian excess - nodding out backstage, oral sex on private jets - that one has come to imagine the rock star demands as his right. In troublesome fact, it has continued to be an object of contention between Robert Frank and its subjects, the Rolling Stones. Even today, with a huge show of Frank's photography and a programme of his film work about to open at Tate Modern, the film is subject to stringent (and private) exhibition restrictions.
Perhaps to balance the blow John Patterson's column arguing that Martin Scorsese's movies in the last few years have been "pretty good, but pretty good is a lot less than I expect from Scorsese," the Guardian also runs an extract from Scorsese on Scorsese: "People in America were confused by The King of Comedy and saw Bob as some kind of mannequin. But I felt it was De Niro's best performance ever. The King of Comedy was right on the edge for us; we couldn't go any further at that time."
Wiley Wiggins points to the AP's account of "the sad sacks back in Huntsville who are trying to cash in eleven years later over vaguely having something to do with a movie." Dazed and Confused, they claim, is still making their lives miserable. The saddest line is probably this one: "The suit was filed in New Mexico because it has a longer statute of limitations than other states for claims of defamation and false light, attorneys said."
Record producer James Barber offers his take on Dig!, "probably the best portrait we'll get of the post-Nirvana epoch, when record companies championed exactly the kind of underground bands they had so studiously avoided in the 70s and 80s." Also in Slate: David Edelstein on "Leigh's newest marathon of misery," Vera Drake.
George Fasel: "The Rehabilitation, Flourishing and Decline of Henri-Georges Clouzot (1947 - 77)."
"'I've said in negotiations: "How much will you pay me not to have to promote? I only want to charge you for my acting. And you know what, it won't be that expensive!" And they say, "Zero"' - which, presumably, is why [Billy] Crudup agreed to this profile." Jesse Green sympathizes, as anyone who's ever had the misfortune to have any part of a press junket would, but goes on writing. Who wouldn't?
Also in the New York Times:
Filmmaker's Steve Gallagher points to a new journal: Flow: A Critical Forum on Television and Media Culture.
"Myths require a shared experience of the world and, often, overrated movies are those that generate a similar collective nervous energy, a sense that one must participate or miss the cultural conversation." For Katrina Onstad, writing in the National Post, Exhibit A would have to be Pulp Fiction. Via the Movie Blog.
Online viewing tip. Justin Hall's excellent report from the Tokyo Game Show 2004. And for dessert, "Robin in Wonderland."
Posted by dwhudson at October 10, 2004 7:34 AM







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