To avoid turning into Private Pyle, I think it’s best I stay away from the tumblrs for the next few days weeks. Bear with me you crazy, wonderful people, I’ll be back with decent content soon enough.
Lot’s of love,
Purple Noon- René Clément
*Editor’s note: GPOY in 12 days…
Today, in beautiful movie posters…
Follow Me Design’s Stanley Kubrick Tribute
![Many people will tell you that The Paperboy — based on Pete Dexter’s novel, brought to the screen by Precious director Lee Daniels — is a trash masterpiece, an instant camp classic, so bad it’s good. These people, these critics, are simply not to be trusted about any question of judgment for a long time based on that half-hearted ironic “endorsement” of one of the worst films of the year, never mind at Cannes… overstuffed with too many plots and themes and then festooned with loose plot threads and laughable images sticking out of it; it’s like a dead porcupine, bloated with rot in the sun. The Paperboy, in short, makes A Time to Kill look like To Kill a Mockingbird.
The classic question of bad movies is “Who wrote this shit?” But we know the answer to that, usually, up in the credits in bold shameless type. What “The Paperboy” demonstrates all too well is that the better question to ask of a bad movie is “Who read this shit and thought any good could come of it, whether stars or crew or producers or distributors?”
via: The [never-not-brilliant] Playlist](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4jl2vRIa31qbsghzo1_500.jpg)
Many people will tell you that The Paperboy — based on Pete Dexter’s novel, brought to the screen by Precious director Lee Daniels — is a trash masterpiece, an instant camp classic, so bad it’s good. These people, these critics, are simply not to be trusted about any question of judgment for a long time based on that half-hearted ironic “endorsement” of one of the worst films of the year, never mind at Cannes… overstuffed with too many plots and themes and then festooned with loose plot threads and laughable images sticking out of it; it’s like a dead porcupine, bloated with rot in the sun. The Paperboy, in short, makes A Time to Kill look like To Kill a Mockingbird.
The classic question of bad movies is “Who wrote this shit?” But we know the answer to that, usually, up in the credits in bold shameless type. What “The Paperboy” demonstrates all too well is that the better question to ask of a bad movie is “Who read this shit and thought any good could come of it, whether stars or crew or producers or distributors?”
via: The [never-not-brilliant] Playlist
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Mon Dieu…
Charlotte Gainsbourg
(Source: wordsforyoungmen, via nickelcobalt)
No- Pablo Larrain
via: The Playlist
Yes, Amour is as unrelenting and unflinching as you might expect from the provocateur, but there is tenderness within that marks a bit of a new direction for the helmer. Our introduction to Georges and Anne, finds them during happier times. The couple attend a concert performance by one of Anne’s former students Alexandre, with Haneke having a bit of fun early on with a great lingering shot that sees the viewer watching the audience, watching the pianist as he starts into his first number of the evening. We watch the pair at home and it becomes clear how deeply connected and familiar the duo are with each other. This has been a long, loving relationship. But of course, that happiness doesn’t last…
Yes, there is an ending here that will once again have people talking, but it’s not a stunt so much as a logical extension of the extreme emotional turmoil both Georges and Anne have been through… Amour is nevertheless the work of a filmmaker who isn’t afraid to ask the big questions about human nature, and coming out of Amour it seems the director has hope for us yet.
via: The Playlist
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It’s that brief moment when the waning daylight causes everything to take on a holy, hazy glow. It took Terrence Malick about a year to shoot his 1978 movie Days of Heaven because he insisted on filming only during this time of day, but the results perfectly capture and distend that dizzy, overripe feeling of right before something very good ends.
via: youmightfindyourself
Editor’s note: A great extract from a wonderful Pitchfork review of Beach House’s new album, Bloom.
Mon dieu…
Marion Cotillard being stunning at Cannes
Director: Kar-Wai Wong
Director of Photography: Christopher Doyle
via: visionsoflight
*Editor’s note: Oh, wow…What is this beautiful fever dream??
(via auteurasaurus)
Love -Michael Haneke
*Editor’s note: I’m 95% sure this will be unbearably brilliant and paralysingly depressing. Or this may just be my general reaction to all of Haneke’s films…
“These are what we call art films. I don’t know if you know what those are. They’re films where you work very, very long hours for no money and…all we get is this trip to Cannes” — Bill Murray
Ewan McGregor looking cool as fuck at Cannes
via: visuallyoverwhelming
(Source: strangewood)
