Monday, February 28, 2011
Annie Girardot 1931-2011
Dead Again 1991
A dreadful mish mash of a thriller that pretty much ended Kenneth Branagh’s directing career as well it should have. Set in 1990’s L.A. with black and white flashbacks to late 40’s L.A. the plot concerns a murder and some silly notations about reincarnation, karma and globs of back from the dead gibberish. Branagh plays a private eye who tries to help Emma Thompson figure out who she really is because for some reason she has amnesia and she looks exactly like the woman who was murdered back in the black and white flashbacks, and Branagh looks exactly like the man who may have committed the murder. This movie with its ludicrous plot twists and turns should never have reached the screen but since it did I feel free to throw stones at it. Branagh puts on his heavy showy American accent that is annoying to say the least and only calls attention to itself. Also along for this stuck roller coaster ride is Hanna Schygulla, Derek Jacobi, Robin Williams, Andy Garcia and Campbell Scott. The film does look good but with a plot full of holes that is embarrassingly influenced by practically every movie that Alfred Hitchcock ever made and I still can’t figure out why Emma had amnesia. .
Saturday, February 26, 2011
My Painting on paper that I did many moons ago, has been selected for Broadsided's switcheroo in which poets are asked to write a poem based or inspired by my painting. I'm delighted to have been chosen, and look forward to seeing the results. You can view more info. on this at the link
SWITCHEROO: APRIL, 2011
Writing WantedWriters, it's time for Broadsided's annual Switcheroo. April is National Poetry Month, and we can think of nothing better than to ask YOU to write poems.
Respond to the visual piece below in poetry, fiction, or prose. Your response need not be literal—you may take off in any tangent the work suggests. However, the art and writing must, together, work to create a greater piece.
Browse the past Switcheroos (right) to get a sense of the relationship between art and literature that we are hunting for.
Deadline: Work must be sent to "email@example.com" with "Switcheroo" in the subject line by April 10, 2011. Only one response per entrant, please. Our usual guidelines for length etc. apply.
The editors will read all submissions, and the winning entry will be published on May 1, 2011 as a Broadsided collaboration.
Friday, February 25, 2011
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Saturday, February 19, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Saturday, February 05, 2011
While The City Sleeps. 1956
Last week I went to the Film Forum to see two Fritz Lang movies that I had never seen before. I won two tickets for answering a trivia question, and I’m thankful that I didn’t pay good money to see these quivering little mistakes. I can’t begin to say how bad this Fritz Lang movie is. Made on a shoe string and looking it, Lang did this for the ailing RKO studios without any personal convictions that I could see. This is the kind of film that Sam Fuller should have done, Fuller could have sunk his teeth into this lurid story that Lang made boring and turgid. The film begins very promising with a nicely done murder sequence but it goes downhill after that. Instead of focusing on the far more interesting serial killer, Lang puts everything on the newspaper angle and places most of the action and attention here. The actors are a mixed bag, some has-beens and some about to be has-beens with only Ida Lupino breathing some life into this terrible movie. Ida plays a sort of gossip columnist on the newspaper who smokes and drinks a lot, and looks great in her 1950’s getups and minks. She slinks and purrs through out the film and the movie is sort of fun when she’s around. The rest of the cast includes Dana Andrews who looks drunk even in the scenes (which are few) that he’s not drinking, James Craig who looks bloated and hung over and like Andrews was also a big drinker in real life and George Sanders who is not amusing in a role that should have been. Also around is Vincent Price, Rhoda Fleming, Thomas Mitchell John Barrymore Jr. and Sally Forrest who are all awful in degrees of awfulness. There are a few exterior’s of the newpaper office that has some expression to them, they look like matt shots, but all the interiors are bland and cheap looking. There are no details to the sets that give any indication that real people live and work here. The cinematography is ok but Lang shoots in very static setups and only the flawed “subway chase scene” at the end has some voom and movement, which is too late to do this piece of garbage any good. One of the ten worst films of 1956 and maybe the worst film of the decade.
Wednesday, February 02, 2011