The cinetrix is winding up a time-consuming but essentially enviable day-job project. Why not visit with some of my clever fellow travelers until I'm able to resurface for air?
- George at A Girl and a Gun weighs in on the restored version of Sam Fuller's The Big Red One and can't resist taking a few digs at everyone's favorite Veteran's Day movie [not Hoosiers] while he's at it.
Best of all, of course, is that Fuller utterly refuses to kitsch up the film. People have noticed that while Spielberg’s opening sequence raised the bar of realism, he then proceeded to smear treacle all over his film. Fuller has too much respect, and contempt, for war to do that.
- Filmbrain asks an excellent question that, once the cinetrix gets over the jealousy of not having thought of it first, I'm looking forward to answering:
Filmbrain and a friend were discussing film endings that are punctuated with a piece of music, and the powerful effect that it has when done well. Not just simply great endings (of which there are many) but ones that use music to knock the wind out of us, so to speak, with its unexpected entrance. The timing has to be just right, as does the selection of music -- but the end result can send shivers down the spine and raise goose bumps.
- Cinecultist reminds us that Kino is having a holiday sale.
- The cinetrix has said it before, but it bears repeating: Liz Penn's review of The Brown Bunny is one of the funniest pieces I've read in ages.
- Did you read Aaron Out of Focus's week of Gothamist interviews yet?
Oh, hell, just look to the right. The cinetrix could go on for pages, but is she procrastinates any more, theree'll be hell to pay.
P.S.-- Congrats to Premiere senior editor Glenn Kenny, who gets the Countdown to Bliss treatment in this week's Observer.
They are planning an "ambitious" wedding while continuing to maintain separate residences (Ms. Evans is trying to overcome her allergies to Mr. Kenny’s cat, Pinky) and, of course, watching lots of films together. "It started as a joke," she said, "like a ‘Hey, baby—want to come over and see my DVD collection sometime?’ But we really do just both love watching and talking about movies.
Incidentally, that line still works? I thought ladies had wised up by, um, I dunno, the kinetoscope era. Or maybe when etchings were the thing. [Given the ever-purplish prose, Veiled Conceit might consider expanding its bailiwick....]