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2016 In Film / Re: The Love Witch
« Last post by Alexandro on Yesterday at 07:22:21 PM »
this was lovely and sexy as fuck.
the whole film is so carefully realised, it's like a giant awesome meal some expert cheff made just for you.
It goes a little too long, but it was never less than fantastic.

I do gotta say cheking out reviews - let alone IMDB user reviews - of your own films is bad for your soul and should be avoided at all costs.
I remember he mentions in an interview that some scenes for The Master were shoot in 35mm. And I think this was one of the scenes.
2016 In Film / Re: The Love Witch
« Last post by polkablues on Yesterday at 02:26:23 PM »
IMDb user reviews are the finest possible testimony for the ongoing value of a professional movie review industry.
2016 In Film / Re: The Love Witch
« Last post by jenkins on Yesterday at 02:06:14 PM »
reminder: the good fight is never easy --

it's an emotional fb thread which popped into my feed via a shared friend. the consensus was this btw: 1 these reviews happen after torrents become available, so they both steal from her and shut her down 2 imdb removed their message board so the angry people go directly to reviewing now
This Year In Film / Re: A Ghost Story
« Last post by Jeremy Blackman on Yesterday at 01:55:27 PM »
Wow. I am definitely going to love this.  :bravo:
This Year In Film / Re: A Ghost Story
« Last post by wilder on Yesterday at 01:46:01 PM »
Looks even more beautiful than I'd imagined. July 7th can't come soon enough.

Edit - the poster

The Grapevine / Re: The Old Man And The Gun
« Last post by jenkins on Yesterday at 12:57:10 PM »
not only ohio but southern ohio, a.k.a. exactly where i'm from. literally wrote a book about it. so that feels cool in that way that it does.

here's what i have from the article, let's get it all and post it like animals

The Old Man and the Gun

Grann, David, The New Yorker

Just before Forrest Tucker turned seventy-nine, he went to work for the last time. Although he was still a striking-looking man, with intense blue eyes and swept-back white hair, he had a growing list of ailments, including high blood pressure and burning ulcers. He had already had a quadruple bypass, and his wife encouraged him to settle into their home in Pompano Beach, Florida, a peach-colored house on the edge of a golf course which they'd purchased for their retirement. There was a place nearby where they could eat prime rib and dance on Saturday nights with other seniors for $15.50 a person, and even a lake where Tucker could sit by the shore and practice his saxophone.

But on this spring day in 1999, while his neighbors were on the fairway or tending to their grandchildren, he drove to the Republic Security Bank in Jupi- ter, about fifty miles from his home. Tucker, who took pride in his appearance, was dressed all in white: white pants with a sharp crease, a white sports shirt, white suede shoes, and a shimmering white ascot.

He paused briefly in front of the A.T.M. and pulled the ascot up around his face, bandit style. He then reached into a canvas bag, took out an old U.S. Army Colt .45, and burst into the bank. He went up to the first teller and said, "Put your money on the counter. All of it."

He flashed the gun so that everyone could see it. The teller laid several packets of fives and twenties on the counter, and Tucker inspected them for exploding dye packs. Checking his watch, he turned to the next teller and said, "Get over here. You, too."

Then he gathered up the thick packets--more than five thousand dollars--and hurried to the door. On his way out, he looked back at the two tellers. "Thank you," he said. "Thank you."

He drove to a nearby lot, where he had left a "safe" car, a red Grand Am that couldn't be traced to him. After wiping down the stolen "hot" car with a rag, he threw his belongings inside the Grand Am. They included a .357 Magnum, a sawed-off .30 carbine, two black nylon caps, a holster, a can of Mace, a pair of Smith & Wesson handcuffs, two rolls of black electrical tape, a po- lice badge, five AAA batteries, a po- lice scanner, a glass cutter, gloves, and a fishing cap. There was also a small bottle of medicine for his heart. No one seemed to notice him, and he went home, making what appeared to be a clean getaway.

After a brief stop to count the money, he got back in the car and headed out again. As he approached the golf course, the bills neatly stacked beside him, he noticed an unmarked car on his tail. He turned onto another street, just to make sure. There it was again. Then he spotted a police car pulling out behind him. He hit the gas as hard as he could, trying to outmaneuver them, turning left, then right, right, then left. He went past the North Pompano Baptist Church and the Kraeer Funeral Home, past a row of pink one-story houses with speedboats in the driveways, until he found himself on a dead-end street. As he spun around, he saw that a police car was barricading the road. One of the officers, Captain James Chinn, was reaching for his shotgun. There was a small gap between Chinn's car and a wooden fence, and Tucker, his body pitched forward in his seat, sped toward it. Chinn, who had spent almost two decades as a detective, later said he had never seen anything like it: the white-haired figure barrelling toward him seemed to be smiling, as if he were enjoying the showdown. Then, as the car skidded over the embankment, Tucker lost control and hit a palm tree. The air bags inflated, pinning him against the seat.

The police were stunned when they realized that the man they had apprehended was not only seventy-eight years old--he looked, according to Chinn, "as if he had just come from an Early Bird Special"--but one of the most notorious stickup men of the twentieth century. Over a career that spanned more than six decades, he had also become perhaps the greatest escape artist of his generation, a human contortionist who had broken out of nearly every prison he was confined in.
This Year In Film / Re: A Ghost Story
« Last post by jenkins on Yesterday at 12:52:52 PM »
just gonna wish him the best forever and always, which wishing of mine isn't even what'll cause him to do well. the Lowery Touch is real. good for him, good for us.

[i used shazam duh

+Dark Rooms are Daniel Hart, Casey Trela, Bobak Lotfipour, Rachel Ballard ]
The Grapevine / The Old Man And The Gun
« Last post by Reelist on Yesterday at 11:54:38 AM »
David Lowery's next bank robbery venture, based on a 2003 New Yorker article. Currently undergoing production in Ohio, which he's beginning to sporadically post on Instagram

An elderly bank robber, who had managed to escape from prison over a dozen times in his life before moving to a retirement community, looks to spice things up with another heist.


Robert Redford
Casey Affleck
Elisabeth Moss
Sissy Spacek
Tika Sumpter
Tom Waits
Isiah Whitlock Jr.

Would anyone happen to have access to the article? I'm considering buying a subscription to read it.
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