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Paul Thomas Anderson / Re: Paul should use...
« Last post by velociraptor on March 07, 2017, 09:59:05 PM »
Sam Rockwell
Jake Gyllenhal
Riz Ahmed
Melanie Lynskey
Zoe Saldana
Karen Gillan (mostly cuz I think she's hot)
I was looking at your avatar trying to figure out where the hell I knew those people from and then it hit me and then I was happy.
Paul Thomas Anderson / Re: Paul should use...
« Last post by AntiDumbFrogQuestion on March 07, 2017, 09:49:14 PM »
Sam Rockwell
Jake Gyllenhal
Riz Ahmed
Melanie Lynskey
Zoe Saldana
Karen Gillan (mostly cuz I think she's hot)
Martin Scorsese / Re: Silence
« Last post by AntiDumbFrogQuestion on March 07, 2017, 09:42:16 PM »
I had a day off of work and was going to catch this, then didn't.
Then it was out of theaters.
God, I wish I had had the chance to see it on the big screen.

...of course, by saying that last bit to God, perhaps I'm just praying to...silence?
The Director's Chair / Re: Larry Clark
« Last post by wilder on March 07, 2017, 05:20:06 PM »
Kids was just released on blu-ray in Germany. Screenshot comparisons
DVD Talk / Re: Random DVD and Blu-ray announcements
« Last post by wilder on March 07, 2017, 04:03:02 PM »
2017 TBD

Floyd Mutrux's Aloha, Bobby And Rose (1975) from Scorpion Releasing. Mutrux also made the underrated Dusty and Sweets McGee (1971)

Bobby has a new '68 Camaro and a dead-end job. Rose has a young son and a nowhere life. One night, they meet, fall in love and share a dream of leaving the seedy side of Hollywood for the easy life of Hawaii. But when an innocent prank goes tragically wrong, Bobby and Rose are on the run from the law and for their lives. As they take to the highway, they find that paradise is just out of reach...and that 'aloha' can also mean 'goodbye.'

News and Theory / Re: Who's Next To Croak?
« Last post by wilder on March 07, 2017, 03:42:42 PM »
This Year In Film / The Human Surge
« Last post by Just Withnail on March 07, 2017, 10:01:44 AM »
The Human Surge

Directed by Eduardo Williams

16 mm, Super 16, and HD video

A rumination on labor and leisure in a digital world.

The trailer is enticing, but this article on it makes it sound pretty fantastic:

Mountain Out of an Anthill

By Nick Pinkerton (from Art Forum)

AS THE CULTURAL CONVERSATION breaks down into spasms of splenetic indignation, fear of being misunderstood runs to epidemic levels. In such an atmosphere, it’s an increasing rarity to encounter artworks that come packaged without an instruction manual meant to clear up any potential confusion. And if you, like me, are bored to the point of catalepsy by the resulting parade of self-defining artwork that stretches limitlessly toward the horizon, perhaps you’ll make the ideal viewer for Argentine director Eduardo Williams’s crackling The Human Surge, a dense snarl of a movie that only gets more spectacularly tangled as you try to unravel it.

Williams, who turns thirty this year, had already made a name for himself on the festival circuit with a series of distinctive, globetrotting shorts when this, his feature debut, took the main prize in the Filmmakers of the Present competition at the Locarno International Film Festival. (The jury included Dario Argento, who knows a thing or two about formal bravura.) The Human Surge is a maverick work, the most obvious of its distinguishing traits being its triptych form, which individuates each section through location and visual texture. The first part, set in a flooded neighborhood in Buenos Aires, is shot on 16 mm. The second, in Maputo, Mozambique, achieves a unique palette by filming footage originally captured with a Blackmagic pocket camera off of a computer screen onto Super 16. In the final section, Williams takes a RED Scarlet digital camera to the Philippine province of Bohol.

None of these abrupt location changes are announced by signposting, and Williams takes no pains to keep a sluggish viewer abreast of what’s going on. Each section trots out new “protagonists”—I use scare quotes because it took me a second viewing to get a handle on the narrative elements, in no small part because I was gobsmacked by the total audacity of the thing the first time around, and even Williams’s cameraman doesn’t always seem to be clear on who he’s supposed to be following, as subjects are picked up and dropped as if by caprice. A bit of dialogue that occurs late in the film—“Have you tried following a beautiful girl when you’re lost?”—seems close to the logic of the camerawork, which feels responsive, alive, unmoored, quixotic, erratic, obedient to whim. The film’s signature move is a wavering handheld sequence shot trailing behind or alongside a character or characters—not the intimate shoulder-perch shot familiar from the Dardenne brothers or a hundred Hubert Bals Fund movies, but instead keeping the camera carefully at an uncomfortable distance, where facial features, if visible at all, are just on the cusp of legibility, a distance that stirs a certain tension in the viewer, makes you feel like if you just squint and lean in a little you might get it. This is frequently combined with murky, grainy low-light or even pitch-dark settings, reducing the subjects to disembodied voices, as in a scene where the Argentine kids pile into the hollow of a tree trunk.

Williams and his dual DPs, Joaquin Neira and Julien Guillery, have found their style and tone in part by pulling from the lexicon of amateur videography, from cell-phone video to pornographic webcam—as early as his 2011 short Could See a Puma, Williams can be found experimenting with similar free-floating cinematographic peregrinations. It’s an aesthetic appropriate to the film’s subjects: roving bands of twentysomethings, mostly male, mostly seen at leisure, on their way to nowhere in particular at a rambling, ambling pace and talking about nothing much at all, the dialogue tossed-off observations, frequently overdubbed, which occasionally veer into the territory of the poetic-philosophical. “Did you know the future’s silence is going to sound just like a crowded food court?” asks one boy. “I dreamt the sky was covered in advertisements,” muses another. The Argentine section revolves around Exe, one of the film’s more clearly delineated characters, living in his cramped family home, fired from a job as a supermarket stock boy, keeping up a sideline in webcam exhibitionism with friends—there is an unstimulated sex act, startling precisely for how casually it occurs, for the sheer banality of the thing. In Mozambique, we pick up with another group of boys seen doing the same burlesque with less commitment, a way to make a quick buck between odd jobs—desultory office work, hanging out behind the counter at some kind of arcade, migrant labor. Finally, we surface on the other side of the world, in Bohol, where a cache of characters whose previous acquaintance is difficult to gauge wander through jungle undergrowth, congregating around a swimming hole where they plash about while discussing, among other things, the possible location of a cyber café.

Up until a tripod-stabilized postscript inside an antiseptic Philippine factory that manufactures tablet devices, the film’s abiding aesthetic is ramshackle, slipshod, and willfully off-key, though Williams is very capable of creating very precise coup de cinema effects, these reserved for the transitions between sections. Passing from Argentina to Mozambique, we seem to travel seamlessly through a computer screen to arrive on the other side, while the leap from Mozambique to the Philippines follows a stream of urine falling on an anthill to plunge into the underground tunnels, mingling in close quarters with the shiny black bodies of the teeming insects. (Shades here of the dive beneath the manicured lawn in David Lynch’s Blue Velvet [1986])

Williams endeavors to pass through the wiring of intricate networks in the case of both the internet and the anthill. The casual air disguises The Human Surge’s thematic coherency, beginning with the title’s invocation of organic-technological hybridity, as echoed in the analog-to-digital progression of its format shift, or in a moment where a child is heard measuring the human genome in gigabytes. While precious few filmmakers have seriously attempted to address the enormous cognitive earthquake represented by the internet’s colonization of daily life, Williams dares, and is actually up for the challenge. From an interview last year:

My brain and practice have been transformed by technology. For example, by the video games that I played when I was young. In video games, you have these different levels that you advance to, moving through multiple spaces. And then the chats—at many points in my life, it seemed like online chatting was my only means of communication. It is a different way of speaking, of connecting. I didn’t think of it at first, but this is why I structure my films the way I do. It’s about how I see and relate to the world.

Inasmuch as his film’s subjects have a single unifying purpose, it’s to get themselves online—cadging working cell phones from friends or ranging around in search of a wifi signal. Binaries are invoked only to be busted wide open. Williams shows us ways of life at once state-of-the-art and primitive, borderless and highly parochial, under the sway of both science and superstition; in a discursive conversation about “Black Magic,” two of the Mozambique youths muse over “People controlling one another from afar”—which of course is exactly what happens on the Chaturbate site they log onto. And while a sense of threatening environmental cataclysm hangs over the movie from the early images of streets flooded by an unspoken-of catastrophe, it’s also suffused with moments of bucolic natural beauty, of unspoiled beaches and forests and open fields seen in what seems like a perpetual gloaming. The mood of The Human Surge is mostly one of repose, but repose haunted by the prospect of work, the threat of which is felt throughout the film—shirking it, submitting to it, dreading waking up to it, getting fired, walking off of the job. (And yes, those are worker ants.) It makes for an exhilarating, boldly paradoxical experience—a headlong dive into the rich, knotty, sticky undergrowth amid a proliferation of tidy, well-lit paths.

Opens Friday, March 3 at the Metrograph in New York.
The Small Screen / Re: Legion
« Last post by Jeremy Blackman on March 06, 2017, 10:40:13 PM »
My assessment...

I absolutely loved the premiere. There were 2 or 3 times when I rewound a scene just because I immediately wanted to see it again. An intensely beautiful and artistically exciting episode of television.

Then there is a precipitous decline. The problems are already clear in Episode 2 but become glaring in Episode 3, bleeding into 4.

The horror scenes still work, and some images are still brilliant and interesting. But the writing gets lazy. The early childhood flashbacks, for example, are little more than a collection of cliches. Frolicking in a field laughing (which we see so many times), mother marking his height on the door frame. Really, that's the best you can do?

The exposition gets very bad, too. Episode 4 has some of the worst. They basically do a record scratch and stop the episode to explain the Kerry/Cary thing. Then, in a scene a couple minutes later: "It still amazes me how she only ages when she's outside your body." I cringed so hard. What a dumb way to insert exposition. "It still amazes me how..."

Worst of all is Rachel Keller. Starting with Episode 2, this is a profoundly uninteresting performance of a profoundly uninteresting character. The magic from the premiere is just gone. Absent better writing, Rachel Keller is just not prepared to imbue the character with anything special. Her acting worked wonderfully in Fargo, because that character was so specific. Here, you can tell she's just playing a version of herself. It's like a normal person is awkwardly taking up space in these scenes. So dull and distracting — especially when she occupies so much screen time.

Still, I feel like I shouldn't take Legion for granted. I'm on Episode 4, so I'll guess I'll see if it rebounds.
The Small Screen / Legion
« Last post by Jeremy Blackman on March 06, 2017, 10:13:59 PM »
Trailer has some mild to moderate spoilers, if you remember the specific images...

Newish series on FX. Noah Hawley sort of does with this X-Men spinoff story what he did with Fargo.
The Director's Chair / Re: Future Spielberg
« Last post by wilder on March 06, 2017, 04:19:17 PM »
Tom Hanks & Meryl Streep Team For Steven Spielberg’s ‘The Post’
via The Playlist

Meryl Streep‘s illustrious career has seen her work with countless great actors and directors, but there are two that she has yet to cross off the bucket list: Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg. She’s never co-starred with the former, nor worked with the latter beyond a small voice role in “A.I.: Artificial Intelligence.” But all of that is about to change with a true story drama that remains extraordinarily timely.

The trio are combining their powers for “The Post.” The film will tell the true story of the Pentagon Papers, released by Daniel Ellsberg, that laid bare the truth about the Vietnam War, and was hugely instrumental in changing public perception and opinion about the country’s involvement. The Washington Post was instrumental in bringing the Pentagon Papers to light, and Hanks will play editor Ben Bradlee, with Streep as publisher Kay Graham. Everyone will be working off a script by Liz Hannah.

No word yet on where this will fall on Spielberg‘s always busy schedule, but he works fast. He’s already in post on next year’s “Ready Player One,” and is gearing up to shoot “The Kidnapping of Edgardo Mortara,” which many are expecting to be in this year’s awards season race. Next on his docket is “Indiana Jones 5,” due in cinemas for summer 2019, but maybe he can squeeze this in somewhere first.
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