Berlin sleep-debt snatches: 1—Thursday
Neil YoungAbove: Clive Owen in Tom Tykwer's The International. One down, who knows how many to go before I depart a week on Sunday. Actually, this isn't going to be a "cram-em-in", six-film-a-day festival for
Above: Clive Owen in Tom Tykwer's The International. One down, who knows how many to go before I depart a week on Sunday. Actually, this isn't going to be a "cram-em-in", six-film-a-day festival for
Above: Abraham H. Foxman, National Director of The Anti-Defamation League, in Hashmatsa. Friends may know that documentary makes me uneasy—well, any form that frequently pretends to be unmediated
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The Berlin Film Festival is a challenge. Actually, any normal film festival is a challenge. Attending the rather select (and often limited) New York Film Festival as my first major metropolitan
I don't know how companies like Netflix can or will make money with such bargain rates, while celluloid exhibitors complain when they charge the same price for only one movie and make even more profits
Sorry to be relatively absent from the conversation. While I've been occupied with other things, I've been reading these entries about distribution with fascination, and not entirely sure of how to respond
W.O.W. Historically, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders can be seen as Czech New Wave director Jaromil Jires's attempt to run for cover and make a safe, inoffensive fantasy film in communist Czechoslovakia
Thanks for your response to my post Harry, but if I may, a brief clarification is in order. Although I do prefer to watch films made on film projected on celluloid—as I do films shot on HD video projected
There is nothing inherently wrong with digital screening, on big and small screen, I agree with that Edwin, and purist celluloid lovers alone won't do anything about this inevitable transformation of the
Now he's gonna talk to a cow: Rogers in Doctor Bull, Ford, 1933. We see Will Rogers' inheritors everywhere. Chris Rock has got a bit of Rogers in him. So does Rush Limbaugh. Any comic or putatively
Are you ready for some football? I know, I know—the regular season was over as of Sunday. and its entirely probable that the readership of The Auteurs' Notebook isn't exactly teeming with gridiron nuts
Andrew and Harry both paint a familiar image of film distribution and exhibition, and it is an image that I can only echo: one characterized by aporia. It depicts on one hand an industry attempting to