YouTubeArt: Spider-Man Misshap at Comic-Con 08
Clearly, the man needs to rest.
Clearly, the man needs to rest.
In concert with the upscale dames at Scarlett Cinema, I'm proffering a mid-year top five list of my own idiosyncratic choosing....of my favorite movie theaters. Cleanliness, screen size, and Dolby-osity are not under consideration, the palaces below are only the murky spaces that have had the most impact on my fragile psyche, now in its 27th year.
...make vague, undocumented references to Frank Miller's so-called influence on Batman movies. David Edelstein mentions that Tim Burton's Batman was "partially inspired by Frank Miller and by the graphic novel The Killing Joke." Manohla Dargis says The Dark Knight "is closer to Bob Kane’s original comic and Frank Miller’s 1986 reinterpretation." Stephanie Zacharek says "the characters originally created by Bob Kane -- and further developed by the likes of Frank Miller -- were rich, fascinating ones," and so on.
Tony Leung and Carina Lau are getting married after a 20-year relationship. So who better to plan such a grand occasion than the ultimate romantic:
Labels: Wong Kar-Wai
An e-mail interview I did with Johnnie To in advance of the New York Asian Film Festival went up today at IFC News. I wish I has been able to speak with him over the phone for a more in-depth talk, but he's already knee deep in preparation for his Le Cercle Rouge remake. So while the interview is fairly choppy, rest assured it's for a good cause.
Labels: Johnnie To
It's worth easing into Mikio Naruse's Untamed, to settle in and soak up the atmosphere before the eccentric power of Hideko Takamine's mercurial lead performance dwarfs any other considerations. Set in Japan's Taisho period (1912 -1926) of continued Westernization and governmental liberalization, Hideko's character Oshima is still caught in the patriarchal web, and spends the film casting off her multiple suitors/lovers/husbands. The settings are uniformly lovely, with the lilting melodies of Tokyo's street vendors (a recurring motif) and the imposing grandeur of a mountain village. Oshima battles for primacy over these settings as she does in her relationships.
A scaled down Busby Berkeley musical, Hollywood Hotel (1937) is a thoroughly charming Warner Brothers quickie. The ever-affable Dick Powell plays a starry-eyed sax player for the Benny Goodman band who gets an entry-level contract in Hollywood. Greeted not with laurels but by a cynical publicity agent and a variety of hangers-on, his dreams are soon deferred. But like a thunderbolt from the heavens, he's invited to attend a movie premiere as the escort of the biggest star in the land, the melodramatically inclined Mona Marshall ("Oh, my thyroids!", played by the equally alliterative Lola Lane). But alas! It's not actually Mona, but a stand-in who's covering for the tempestuous actress, who went on the lam over a casting snub. So we see the two above, the aspiring star and the disillusioned body-double, doing their bit for love. The world's a stage, etc.
She was 86. Clips like this one, from Vincente Minnelli's The Band Wagon, will be around ten times that long.