A deeply personal novel about race, pop culture, and escaping the roles we are forced to playby the author of the infinitely inventive How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe.
Willis Wu doesnt perceive himself as a protagonist even in his own life: Hes merely Generic Asian man. Sometimes he gets to be Background Oriental Making a Weird Face or even Disgraced Son, but he is always relegated to a prop. Yet every day he leaves his tiny room in a Chinatown SRO and enters the Golden Palace restaurant, where Black and White, a procedural cop show, is in perpetual production. Hes a bit player here, too, but he dreams of being Kung Fu Guythe most respected role that anyone who looks like him can attain. At least thats what he has been told, time and time again. Except by one person, his mother. Who says to him: Be more.
Playful but heartfelt, a send-up of Hollywood tropes and Asian stereotypes, Interior Chinatown is Charles Yus most moving, daring, and masterly novel yet.
from the director of Fantastic Four and that teenage superhero movie whatever it was called. he's also the writer and, oh, editor. costarring Kyle MacLachlan. Lynch's dp (https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005687/). Music by El-P
Was originally intended to be theatrically released but due to the COVID-19 pandemic these plans were dropped in favor of a direct-to-digital release. May 12, 2020
This is a go-for-broke movie on every level, from Tom Hardy's ferocious lead performance to Trank's aggressively non-conventional script to the grisly tableaux Trank gleefully parades Capone through as he tries to get inside this dying, increasingly-insane gangster's mind. The discourse surrounding this film has already become a reductive echo chamber of "lol Tom Hardy poops his pants" observations, which is pretty stunning when you consider how much more there is to chew on here. I'm honestly not sure what would motivate anyone to make this particular movie, but the fact that Josh Trank's the one behind it makes the whole thing even chewier. Given that, it's the sort of film you might feel compelled to decode, but I suspect that would ultimately prove to be a dead end. Capone can't trust his mind any more than we can trust the film itself (both are unreliable narrators of the highest order), and what clues we think we've found would likely turn out to be red herrings.
You see? Fascinating.
There's very little narrative to CAPONE: it's 1946, and Alphonse ("Fonzo" to virtually everyone in the film) Capone has been sent home early from prison thanks to his deteriorating mental condition. He, his family (including his supernaturally patient wife, played by a stellar Linda Cardellini), and a small army of gardeners, servants and handymen fill out a massive estate in Palm Island, Florida, where everyone does their best to navigate Fonzo's outbursts and occasional cruelty. He might sit for hours in a chair, chewing a cigar and looking out across the lake behind his house (Is someone watching him from the other side? Are those...binoculars?), only to suddenly explode in a fit of mush-mouthed obscenities. What caused the outburst? Who knows? Whatever's going on inside Capone's mind as he rides out this final year is not pretty, and it's everyone else's job to stay out of his way ... and, when necessary, to clean up after him.
There are dangling plot threads. $10M which Capone may or may not have hidden somewhere on the property, and the various hangers-on and government stooges who seek to get their hands on it. An illegitimate son who appears to be in cahoots with some of those stooges. A doctor (Kyle MacLachlan) who's trying to avoid prison time. These threads exist but they're never fully explored or resolved; the vast majority of the film takes place within Capone's sizzling, collapsing brain, and what we find there is a swirling miasma of disconnected memories, simmering fears and rage. As crazy as this sounds, the film I kept thinking of while watching CAPONE was Pablo Larran's JACKIE, another film which was more concerned with impressing a feeling and tone upon its audience than a traditional narrative (that CAPONE's score, gorgeously rendered by Run The Jewels' El-P, also sounds a little like Mica Levi's JACKIE score only serves to make the comparison feel less crazy).
The first thing I wanted to ask you is how did you get involved with the film?
Heres the deal. Im not involved with the film. I didnt make this. I just know Nick was in CoatWolf [Productions]; Evan has a movie coming out called Canary. Its gonna pretty much destroy everybody all day for years. Its one of the most amazing things Ive ever seen and hes still not done with it. So its still getting better. In the meantime, Nick did a lot of work, a lot of 2D, CG editing. Making it. Perfecting it.
And after that, he knew that he was his own Alpha Wolf and he needed to make his own thing. And so they separated. I loved it. Because I get to be friends with both of them. And so Nick, hes been building this world. If I talk to him to call him, then well talk about The Wanting Mare, about Whithren. Well talk about cities. And after a while you have a map in your head and youre like, Oh God. This guys only telling you a fraction of the story of how this works. But I can pull out shit right now about whats coming next. And it blows my mind, the ideas that he has. But you know, its not time for that. Still, the guy made a world, and now he is taking a moment. Its so good.
I found myself gravitating toward the mythos thats been created around this world of horses and different continents. Theres that first aerial shot thats a map. Immediately I was thinking, Whats that dot? That dot?
Totally. Totally. And thats what I mean. And of course, I mean thats not real. Thats just him being awesome with Blender. Hes amazing. And heres the thing: the guys going to get promoted like a CG 2D artist, like a Neill Blomkamp kind of guy. Oh, okay. Thats a skill. I get it. Cool.
Thats not the case with this guy, dude. Like yes, that stuff. But he did it out of necessity. It doesnt mean that the literature is less. The literature is real. In the trailer it says, If youre not going to get me across, then youll just have to forget me. Ill forget you. You forget me. That is not somebody whos obsessed [solely] with using CG-like rendering, right? This is literature. Its just in this day and age, some of us have to come up with clever ways to get it across.
Something that really interested me was the ecological theme in the film. Theres a scene where someone turns into dust and is consumed by a horse, which on its face feels fantastical, but is actually grounded in realism. As you know, we ultimately return to the ground and become the mulch for the grass the horses graze on. Theres a Whitman transcendentalist quality to it, which reminds me of Upstream Color. Could you speak on the return to nature theme thats prevalent in The Wanting Mare.
Im thinking. Alright, well Im stuck. Im in a dichotomy right now. Cause what you said could be true. It could be. I cant fight it, but Im not here to say that at all. I dont say that theres similarities.
I mean, you know my deal with Upstream, right? I didnt know that I was stealing from Walden. I dont think I was stealing from Walden. I really dont. But I do see it. I see the similarities. I see what I got from it; what I stoleMaybe thats the wrong word. So Im not going to do that with Nick, but um
I wouldnt call it theft. Just a theme that feels recurrent, like with anything that ends up feeling somewhat universal.
I could try to do it. I could make a connection, but Id be lying. Im still watching his film. I watch it once in a while. I watched the trailer. Its one of these things. Its like you leave the theater, you know, after Phantom Thread or whatever you saw and youre like, Okay, well I dont know if I saw a whole movie there, but I just want to talk about it.
Whats that Tarantino movie that Tony Scott directed starring Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette?
True Romance
There we go. True Romance. Okay. Its like that. There we go. Great. Because in True Romance, after they see the movie, Patricia Arquette, says she wants to go have a piece of pie and talk about it. Thats literally the only reason I even brought it up was to recall that scene.
I think one of the values you get from making something thats a little bit obtuse, a little bit insular, a little bit inside itself is that you allow the audience to walk away and have something to talk about. And I dont mean it as a trick. I dont mean you should make movies obtuse just to make people have a reason to go get gelato afterward. I just mean that there is such a thing in film that is just like the greatest book you ever read, and you cant wait to tell your wife about it. And have her read it; and you can talk about it in depth.
What have you taken away from The Wanting Mare? How has it connected with you?
Its the women, generation after generation, that have the same dream. They have the same longing. They know theres something they should probably do, they think, but they dont know what it is. So they live in this place, but only once in a while can you actually ever leave. And so eventually the third one decides she has to go. Shes gotta get out of this. Its Thunder Road. We gotta get out of place. Weve got to go to a city. Pack up. You want to get in the car with me? That kind of stuff.
In the meantime, you have a lot of men running around with guns that are worried about tickets and horses. Thats the bit about money. Thats the bit about dollars. Thats a bit about coercion. Moving and pressing, and you mix them both up. Then you have something like a spirit thats got to get out of that fucking town.
You Should Have Left (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8201852/) is an adaptation of a Daniel Kehlmann novel, written and directed by David Koepp (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1547234/). it's listed as Completed
The fact that Shane Carruth has self-mythologized his difficult career in the industry as just being like “the visionary creator Hollywood can’t handle” is especially gross and manipulative given the context. I’ll shut up, but goddamn.
— hubie handsome_pal. (@handsome_pal) July 26, 2020
Update, 12 p.m. Tuesday: The hearing on the restraining order was held via telephone on Tuesday morning. Carruth dialed in and interrupted the judge at least a dozen times, even after being repeatedly admonished to be quiet. Unable to mute his line, the judge continued the hearing to Aug. 21 so that it could be held either in person or via video.
Joshua Rosenberg, Seimetzs attorney, informed the judge that Carruth had violated the order to have no contact with Seimetz 20 times since the last hearing on July 6. The judge, Commissioner Laura Cohen, advised that she could take any alleged violations to the police. The temporary restraining order remains in place until the next hearing.
I wonder if he has lots of restraining orders, so he just like.. loses track, leaves ‘em lying around and shit. “Oh shoot I was looking for that one !”
— SaraBoutFacts (@ZingularDay) July 26, 2020
Yes, I do. Turns out if you get a paycheck you can hire a clown show of racketeers to fleece you into oblivion and send lots and lots of paper to the wrong address so it blows all over the block and the other person gets to collect this and pay 94 dollars to be on a court call. pic.twitter.com/le2d7gYMXI
— Upstream Color (@UpstreamColor) July 28, 2020
I don't really understand virtual cinema
you know wbf I'm not sure if you'd like it but what's going on here is a horror filmmaker has applied his cinematic grammar to the quotidian, such that the ordinary horrors of life are appearing in a cinematically palpable form
Almodovars Best Films of 2020 list includes:
First Cow
The Devil All the Time
Another Round
Swallow
Im No Longer Here
Little Joe
Never, Rarely, Sometimes, Always
The Painter and the Thief
Almodovars Best Films of 2020 list includes:
Never, Rarely, Sometimes, Always
I don't like slim narratives, I like completely absent narratives. I like the narrative to be a million fucking miles away
An Easy Girl (Une Fille Facile) (https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-front-row/an-easy-girl-reviewed-rebecca-zlotowskis-brilliant-portrayal-of-a-teen-agers-brush-with-glitz), the new film by the French director Rebecca Zlotowski, borrows tropes, tones, and even a lead actress from reality TV. But it also looks behind the genres vulgar appealand the appeal of vulgarityto locate the authentic substance that such spectacles demand and conceal. The film, which comes to Netflix on Thursday, reimagines the genre of a teen-age girls coming of age in the form of a tightly framed social experiment: she follows her much worldlier adult cousin into the social orbit of a rich older man and his yacht, and then she returns to her regular life. Moreover, Zlotowski crafts a distinctive style to distill and heighten the dramas psychological complexities and societal analyses. No less than its young protagonists, the film dangerously brushes against the edge of modernitys enticingly destructive glitz.
The films protagonist, Nama (Mina Farid), is a high-school student, in Cannes, who lives with her mother (Loubna Abidar), a chambermaid at a nearby luxury hotel, in a modest apartment complex not far from the waterfront. She turns sixteen on the last day of school. When she gets home, she has a surprise: a visit from her twenty-two-year-old cousin, Sofia (Zahia Dehar), who has been living in Paris. Sofia is sexually candid and dripping with bling: she has jewelry, fancy clothing, and a Chanel handbagand brings one for Nama, too. In the evening, on the waterfront, Sofia and Nama walk by a yacht thats docked at the marina, and two middle-aged yachtsmen follow them to a nearby night club and invite them on board the boat. Nama is scheduled for a summer internship, in the kitchen of the hotel where her mother works; she also has plans, with her best friend, Dodo (Riley Lakdhar Dridi), a classmate, to audition for acting school. Yet her pursuit of glamorous adventure threatens all of those plans. Over the next ten days, Nama both consciously and navely follows Sofia into the high-finance, high-society whirl of brazen wealth and power and gets a heady apprenticeship in the ways of that cozy and cruel worldone that, for all its dangers, helps Nama to see where she stands in relation to it, to see her path in life.
Dehar is one of Frances most prominent celebrities. She first came to public view in notoriety, in 2010with a sex scandal involving some of Frances leading soccer players, who were accused of paying her for sex when she was seventeen. (The age of consent in France is fifteenand even that is fluidbut prostitution is legal only at eighteen; the players were acquitted on the grounds that Dehar had claimed to be eighteen.) She then appeared on TV, became a model, andwith the help of Karl Lagerfeld and other fashion notableslaunched, at the age of twenty, a line of designer lingerie. The casting of Dehar, in her first major acting role, is a coup de cinma. Zlotowski grafts Dehars real-life energy, knowledge, and power into the filmand theyre embodied all the more movingly in her limpid, frank, and graceful performance. With her blend of worldliness and otherworldliness, bluntly practical candor and ethereal majesty, Dehar pairs tensely with the rough-edged modesty and shy sincerity of Farid, a nonprofessional actress, who plays Nama pensively and brusquely, with an inescapable adolescent awkwardness, carrying the film ahead on a rush of newly concentrated and unleashed energy.
Zlotowski, who wrote the script with Teddy Lussi-Modeste, presents the story from the perspective of Nama (shes onscreen most of the time), whose voice-over narration lucidly punctuates the story with her insights and recollections. An Easy Girl is a tale of observation giving rise to action, of the spectator becoming a participant, which, in Zlotowskis view, is the definition of a coming of age. What Nama participates inthe workings of the world of business and moneyis sketched with a scathing clarity. The yachtsmen whom the young women join are Andres (Nuno Lopes), a suavely bearded, guitar-playing, mightily wealthy Brazilian stock-market investor and art collector, and Philippe (Benot Magimel), his art adviser, a sort of freelance cultural counsel who also functions as Andress paid companion and unofficial factotum (and whom Andres calls by the part-admiring, part-demeaning nickname of Socrates). Their yacht, when its docked, becomes a sort of theatre of luxury that local passersby watch, to Philippes embarrassment and Andress haughty contentment. When the two men meet up with Sofia and Nama, the pairing off is obvious and automatic: Andres is pursuing Sofia for a sexual relationship, whereas Philippe becomes Namas sort-of friend and sort-of mentor, even as more intimate possibilities loom.
I should give him wbf's email addy
"You can look at the WB catalog and just see how many things they have in the archives," James says. "And for me to be able to travel through and be part of Wonder Woman, Casablanca, The Matrix, it was incredible. We were able to dive into some of those worlds, along with some other ones that I gave you a couple, but I want to save some for the film. I couldn't believe it, to see some of the live footage that we were able to shoot, along with some of the digital and animation stuff to just bring it all together."