I had a lot of fun — discovered some blogs and bloggers who were new to me, and got to read lots of terrific stuff. I’d definitely do it again. Next year I’ll be participating in the second Film preservation Blogathon, as I hope all the participants here will — it’s for a cause close to our hearts!
Mick Jagger famously told Lieber and Stoller “If I could write a song that sick I’d die a happy man.”
As for Lindsay Anerson, I met him once, at the cast and crew screening of My Own Private Idaho on the Disney lot. Gavin Lambert had brought him. I was overwhelmed and poured out to him how much If. . . had meant to me. He was utterly delighted.
Anderson appeared at the Edinburgh Film Fest late in his life to deliver a lecture. One friend found him charming, not knowing who he was. Another, who greeted him with praise for his movies, found him unfriendly in the extreme.
And then he also appeared at the University Film Festival to present If… and was classically grouchy. He introduced the film, and then continued to present it as it played, a sort of proto-director’s commentary. Then they took him to dinner and he literally passed out in his soup. Very strange.
Yes, those are great. His diaries certainly give you a vivid sense of how miserable he was in his private life.
I’m told that the last entry — a savage and profane attack on an exec who’d turned down an Anderson project — was censored before publication. Which is a shame. I think execs genuinely have little sense of how their routine rejections affect filmmakers, and anything which might make them take the task more seriously is a good thing.
Tashlin in the 50s was something more than the successor of Sturges in American comedy. His films bear witness to the transformation of popular culture(which he helped create in his work at Termite Terrace) into consumerist culture. He’s a semiotician pop-artist avant-la-lettre with a great eye for comic timing and a strong feel for characters. You have to look to Altman in some films to see anything like him.
December 19, 2010 at 4:58 pm
D.C. Thanks for the blogathon!
December 19, 2010 at 5:13 pm
You gave me a chance to write about Jacqueline Bisset joining the mile-high club. David, I should be thanking you!
December 19, 2010 at 6:28 pm
I had a lot of fun — discovered some blogs and bloggers who were new to me, and got to read lots of terrific stuff. I’d definitely do it again. Next year I’ll be participating in the second Film preservation Blogathon, as I hope all the participants here will — it’s for a cause close to our hearts!
December 19, 2010 at 7:19 pm
Mick Jagger famously told Lieber and Stoller “If I could write a song that sick I’d die a happy man.”
As for Lindsay Anerson, I met him once, at the cast and crew screening of My Own Private Idaho on the Disney lot. Gavin Lambert had brought him. I was overwhelmed and poured out to him how much If. . . had meant to me. He was utterly delighted.
Then Keanu Reeves came by and he was off.
December 19, 2010 at 9:17 pm
One last entry from the indefatigable Brandon: http://deeperintomovies.net/journal/archives/5524
Tashlin’s last is a real film maudit.
Anderson appeared at the Edinburgh Film Fest late in his life to deliver a lecture. One friend found him charming, not knowing who he was. Another, who greeted him with praise for his movies, found him unfriendly in the extreme.
And then he also appeared at the University Film Festival to present If… and was classically grouchy. He introduced the film, and then continued to present it as it played, a sort of proto-director’s commentary. Then they took him to dinner and he literally passed out in his soup. Very strange.
December 19, 2010 at 10:28 pm
Well he WAS very strange. Have you ever seen his mini-musical The Singing Lesson ? And that’s not to mention The White Bus
December 20, 2010 at 3:01 pm
Yes, those are great. His diaries certainly give you a vivid sense of how miserable he was in his private life.
I’m told that the last entry — a savage and profane attack on an exec who’d turned down an Anderson project — was censored before publication. Which is a shame. I think execs genuinely have little sense of how their routine rejections affect filmmakers, and anything which might make them take the task more seriously is a good thing.
December 20, 2010 at 5:46 pm
Tashlin in the 50s was something more than the successor of Sturges in American comedy. His films bear witness to the transformation of popular culture(which he helped create in his work at Termite Terrace) into consumerist culture. He’s a semiotician pop-artist avant-la-lettre with a great eye for comic timing and a strong feel for characters. You have to look to Altman in some films to see anything like him.
December 20, 2010 at 9:07 pm
Here’s the Adam Curtis “Is That All There Is?” sign-off from It Felt Like A Kiss:
December 20, 2010 at 11:47 pm
Brilliant. Never has Doris Day seemed so apocalyptic.
Well, rarely.