And we can flyyy
We are Kiiings
Watch us flyyy
We can spinnn
And we can flyyy
Julien Temple’s London: The Modern Babylon
This year also gave us Julien Temple’s London: The Modern Babylon, a “sprawling documentary [that] attempts the ambitious feat of telling the story of London from the dawn of the 20th century to today,” as Stephen Dalton‘s described it in the Hollywood Reporter. The doc met with terrific reviews in the British papers—Peter Bradshaw (Guardian, 4/5), Adam Lee Davies (Little White Lies), Philip French (Observer), and Demetrios Matheou (Arts Desk). Writing for Cinema Scope, Michael Sicinski will grant that Temple’s The Filth and the Fury (2000) is “one of the most sociologically insightful rock-docs ever. But this made-for-BBC program is less a portrait of a bustling metropolis than a slam-bang montage of crass YouTubish idiocy, clocking in at an exhausting two hours and change. Temple has a thesis of sorts: that London and its culture are ever in flux due to ongoing waves of immigration. But whatever insights or concrete historical data might have actually been provided by the film are rendered incoherent, as news clips, interviews, music videos, file footage, and all manner of detritus go racing through Temple’s stupidity-blender.”
A great little episode of American Masters featuring James Baldwin in San Fran in the 60s.
See and hear author, activist and American Master James Baldwin meet with members of the local African-American community in San Francisco in the early 1960s. “Take This Hammer” shows a Baldwin intent on discovering what he called, “the real situation of Negroes in the city, as opposed to the image San Francisco would like to present.”
RIP Harris Savides
There’s not much info around about how he died, just hints that he was sick for a long time, possibly with cancer. Thanks for all the beautiful images, for me every frame in Zodiac is simply flawless. Birth and The Game are composed brilliantly too, I can’t wait to see his final film, The Bling Ring.
Here’s an attempted interview with Savides shot on location at the Chateau Marmont in LA. Interview by Kahlil Joseph. Photographed by Matt Lloyd.
Here is Savides in a more candid setting, describing his top Criterion films
I totally agree with him about Bleu
Marjane Satrapi’s Gang of the Jotas
Here’s the second trailer for Django Unchained.
The dude next to Jamie Foxx at the bar is Franco Nero who played the original Django.
Bottle Rocket 1992
Written by Owen Wilson and Wes Anderson
Directed by Wes Anderson
Hey kids, just posting this short as Bottle Rocket the feature and Rushmore are playing at the Astor tonight! 7:30pm and then 9:23pm
I know i just posted about Jaws but people need to see this, Bollywood Jaws: Aatank
The most dramatic ending to a film you’re ever going to see. Ever.
“We’re gonna need a bigger budget.”
I believe every film should end this way.
The Parade Ends
Walking along streets that collapse from crumbling sewers
Past buildings you jump to avoid… in case they fall on you
Past grim faces that size you up and sentence you
Past closed shops, cinemas, closed parks, closed cafes,
Some of them showing dusty signs (justifications):
“CLOSED FOR RENOVATION”
“CLOSED FOR REPAIRS”
What repairs? When will these renovations be finished?
When at least will they begin?
Closed… closed… closed… everything closed
I arrive, open countless padlocks and run up the temporary stairs
There she is, waiting for me
I pull off the typewriter cover, and stare at her dusty, cold shape
I clean off the dust and caress her
With my hands, I brush clean her back, her base and her sides
I sit down in front of her, desperate and happy
I run my fingers over her keyboard and suddenly it all starts up
With a tinkling sound the music begins, then speeds up more and more
Walls, trees, streets, cathedrals, faces and beaches…
Cells, mini-cells, huge cells
Starry nights, bare feet, pines clouds
Hundreds, thousands, a million parrots, stools, a climbing plant
The walls recede, the roof vanishes, and you float quite naturally
You float uprooted, dragged off, lifted high
You are transported, immortalized, saved, honored
Thanks to that subtle, continuous rhythm…
That music, that incessant tap-tap
Christopher Petit’s 1980 film Radio On
Set in 1970’s Britain, a factory worker drives from London to Bristol to investigate his brother’s death. The purpose of his trip is offset by his encounters with a series of odd people…
Heck is Bowie singing in German? Looks like a British Jarmusch film.
Liking the song in this clip too
Gotta find this! any help?