September 25, 2005
Dylan and shorts.
Yes, No Direction Home is "A Martin Scorsese Picture," but long before the auteur took the helm, the project was shaped by co-producer and Dylan manager Jeff Rosen, warns David Yaffe in Slate. And then there's David Greenberg's excellent, succinct piece on why the three decades of Dylan's career that follow the focal point of Direction now go all but ignored.
Mick Brown seems to have the most complete version of the film's making in the Telegraph. To say that opinions vary widely on the doc, though, would be an understatement:
It's a tricky thing. Bruce Springsteen and Bob Dylan cracked the code with their Oscar-winning compositions for Philadelphia and Wonder Boys, but many a rocker has stumbled on the path to similar glory. For an original motion picture song to truly work, it can't be that obviously about the movie. The best original movie songs evoke the feeling of the movie more than the story. "Everybody's talking at me / Can't hear a word they're sayin'" elevated and deepened its film partner, and delivered the bittersweet tone of Midnight Cowboy. Imagine if the song lyrics had been, "We're hustlers, baby, trying to make it on the streets of New York." The poetic quotient plummets. Suddenly, everybody starts looking a little less timeless.
Also in the LAT: Carina Chocano talks with Mary Harron about The Notorious Bettie Page, Mary McNamara meets Jodie Foster and Susan King breaks down Garbo: The Signature Collection.
You'll have heard this one, but just in case, the BBC reports on Francis Ford Coppola's return to directing after eight years. On a modest budget, he'll be adapting Romanian novelist Mircea Eliade's Youth Without Youth.
Josh Neuhouser had always considered Steven Soderbergh a sort of "Pearl Jam to Cassavetes's Replacements or Jarmusch's Sonic Youth." Until he caught Schizopolis: "It has the energy of untamed youth, where everything is permitted not because nothing is true, but because nobody ever bothered to tell you what wasn't possible." Related: The Hollywood Reporter's Anne Thompson asks Soderbergh about what he's cooking up with Todd Wagner and Mark Cuban.
Christian Petzold's Gespenster is scoring raves throughout the German press; signandsight translates Anke Leweke's for Die Zeit.
Alison Veneto's been hooked on the Korean TV drama Dae Jang Geum - no, not just hooked; seriously addicted. Fortunately, she got to write about it for SMRT-TV.
So what does Ingmar Bergman mean to you? Geoffrey Macnab asks Michael Winterbottom, Liv Ullmann, Mike Hodges, Thomas Vinterberg, Alexander Payne, Terence Davies, James Schamus, Stephen Woolley, Sally Potter and Oliver Assayas; also included is a previously published snippet from Woody Allen.
Also in the Guardian:
David Thomson recounts the James Dean story, repaints the backdrop of 1955, and then: "Don't miss the point, but it was the arrival of Dean - in my opinion - that started the collapse of Marlon Brando." Next: Your 60s aren't complete without Pretty Poison. Also in the Independent: Roger Clarke meets Kristin Scott Thomas.
Hollywood's getting political, trumpets Jason Solomons in the Observer. It's the 70s all over again! Well, yes, but, AO Scott might well counter: "[T]he myth of a monolithically liberal Hollywood is dead," and the most recent evidence of its demise can be found in Just Like Heaven and The Exorcism of Emily Rose. David Poland isn't buying it and calls for comments. Do scroll down to Joe Leydon's.
Also in the New York Times:
Regardless of whether or not you care about the Oscars, David Poland's survey of the "Doc Race" is another reminder that this is an incredible period for a genre that was all but ignored not that long ago.
The Nation's Stuart Klawans on two GIs-in-Iraq docs: "At the risk of sounding heartless, I will describe Gunner Palace as the more entertaining of the films.... Occupation: Dreamland is a drier experience, and a more somber one." More from Filmmaker's Scott Macaulay, who notes in a later entry: "The Boston Globe ran today this obituary for experimental filmmaker, documentarian, and teacher Mark LaPore, who died September 11 in Boston. LaPore's newest film, Kolkata, will premiere next week at the New York Film Festival's "Views from the Avant Garde."
Jonathan Rosenbaum in the Chicago Reader: "Two new releases are defined by an inability to fathom another culture - Reel Paradise... and Dear Wendy.... Both demonstrate a middle-class complacency that fosters this inadequacy." More from Craig Phillips.
Acquarello has me wanting to see Philippe Garrel's Regular Lovers.
Online viewing tip. The Killer. Via Coudal Partners.
Online viewing tips, round 1. On top of the many new trailers popping up over at Twitch, Kurt's found lots to love at LoveFilm.
Online viewing tips, round 2. James Seo posts the "[t]hird and last of three clips this week that visualize multiple tracks in music."
Posted by dwhudson at September 25, 2005 3:04 PM
Oy. "Regular Lovers" is a royal pain in the ass. I get it theoretically (Dennis Lim sums it up rather nicely in his Voice write-up), but damn if it isn't a slow moving piece of nothing. Garrel forces us to suffer May '68 in real time, and his idea of disillusionment means fuck-ups sitting around doing shit for three hours. I can't imagine what people see in it.
Posted by: Del Toro at September 25, 2005 5:02 PMDylan's manager's name is Jeff Rosen. Cheers.
Posted by: Jay Rosen at September 25, 2005 5:51 PMYou've given me pause, Del Toro, but I'll still probably have to live and learn on my own some day.
And sorry, J - when a name rings a bell, it's hard to switch tunes.
Posted by: David Hudson at September 25, 2005 9:51 PM




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