Here's some fun film flotsam from the Interweb while the cinetrix recovers from last night's zombie-style meal [seriously: cod cheeks, fromage du tete, tongue, and more brains!!!] here.
Sasha Frere-Jones asks the tough questions:
- Does the reign of Bush II have something to do with the rise in Oedipal adventure movies?
- Is Orlando Bloom just Keanu Reeves for the Merchant Ivory set?
- How do you cast a young starlet as yourself?
He's right that Scoop looks like it took three days to shoot, but the cinetrix found what SFJ calls its "flimsiness" excruciating rather than enjoyable, McShane or no McShane.
Haverchuk submits to You Tube's power and catalogues some online cinematic time sucks [via]:
- David Lynch with mesmerizing body language. "I'm looking for a certain kind of fish to translate into cinema." In context it makes more sense, but out of context it sounds more Lynchian.
- Russ Meyer. "Her breasts were so huge..."
- Errol Morris identifies with the topiary artist in his film Fast, Cheap and Out of Control. This clip makes you realize how important style is even in something as seemingly plain as the talking-heads documentary. If Morris himself had shot this clip it would a thousand times more interesting.
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For comparison's sake, here is Morris's tribute to the movies from the 2002 Oscars. Lots of famous faces here. I count two chefs, Rocco and Alice. She says, "Movies are like food. They're essential to your life." Lots of faces I recognize but without being able to match them to a name. I caught Susan Sontag, Donald Trump, Laura Bush, Philip Glass, and a bunch of others.
Bon appetit!
