Archive for February, 2016

#OscarsSoWhat?

Posted in Fashion, Politics with tags on February 29, 2016 by dcairns

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I usually manage to avoid the Oscars, and feel spuriously virtuous for doing so. This blog is mainly about film, not fashion or liberal politics or clinical psychology, so it essentially has nothing to do with the Oscars. But my friends Donald and Nicola, who have proper jobs and therefore get all the channels, invited us round. Fiona begged off with a mild concussion — debatable whether the Academy Awards might act like the fabled second blow to the head rumoured to cure amnesia — but I have popped around and will thus be live-blogging the event until about 6 am, UK time, if I last that long. Which depends on whether the gin lasts that long, really.

So, tune in as you like and watch this post spread and darken fantastically as the morning wears on.

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Sky’s red carpet coverage was lacklustre so we’ve switched to E! for the madness. Proper frock analysis from people who don’t know anything about clothes but are willing to try. When you hear actual designers talk they don’t say things like “It’s something you might want to wear in the south of France.

I think I’ll say mean things about their clothes rather than about the clothes of the actors on the red carpet, who are very much in the crosshairs. The plus size model’s dress is described as “pretty.” It’s not pretty, “Startling” might be a fair description. It’s the sort of dress that looks apt to leap at you from a dark alley wielding a blackjack. It’s the sort of dress you might want to wear in the south of Hell.

Ryan Seacrest is wearing Ryan Seacrest. And it doesn’t seem to fit him properly.

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I don’t think my system can withstand a Kate Winslet acceptance speech. Otherwise I’d be as happy for her to win as anyone.

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Sky’s title sequence is, almost literally a Technicolor yawn.

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Opening montage — lots of non-nominated films. They missed a trick — could have intercut Leo catching a snowflake on his tongue (THE REVENANT, featured clip) with Jennifer Jason Leigh doing the same (HATEFUL EIGHT, not featured clip).

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Every year there’s someone who, when they cut to them in the crowd, causes me to exclaim with terror. Usually it’s Nicole Kidman’s taut, shiny brow. This time I think it’ll be Stallone, cantilevered into his chair like an amber menhir. #OscarsSoOrange

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Best writing so far: Ryan Gosling & Russell Crowe’s cross-talk routine. Bodes well for THE NICE GUYS.

One of the few lines of text quoted from the Best Original Screenplay winner was “His face changes.” Into what?

Chris Rock’s opening monologue seems to imply that the reason for the diversity controversy this year is that black people no longer have anything serious, like lynching, to protest about. #StopKillingUsChrisRock

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I think Alicia Vikander has been coached by Kate Winslet. But she got through it FAST, I’ll give her that.

Sky deal with the fact that the American coverage has more commercial breaks, by bringing in a terrible panel.

Seth McFarlane-level lesbian humour from Rock about CAROL.

I experience some actual excitement about Jenny Beavan’s win for MAD MAX: FURY ROAD. She went from doing Merchant-Ivory flicks to this. When she starts talking about the real-world menace to the environment, the orchestra starts playing Ride of the Valkyries and then segue into Que Sera Sera.

Tina Fey does Gracie Allen!

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Sky’s coverage — any show where they read out tweets should be burned.Including the BBC news.

Lubezki winning for THE REVENENANT seems well deserved. They may have to start calling it the Lubezki Award.

Mrs. Miller won Most Editing. Quite happy about that.

Confession: we paused the live coverage so one of our number could have a cigarette break, so we weren’t quite live until now. Then we were able to fast-forward the ads. “Can we fast-forward the panel too?” “Afraid not. Not unless we go into the future.”

THE REVENANT really should win for sound…

MAD MAX is clearly sweeping the tech awards. Which doesn’t actually bode that well for George Miller. The speechifier seems to be George Miller Jnr.

Quite drunk now.

Wait, what, they have a special Andy Serkis category now? And the Award for Andy Serkis goes to Andy Serkis!

EX MACHINA! Maybe the MAD MAX publicity about how it was all done in camera has backfired. I mean, they win all the technical prizes and then they DON’T win for FX?

From Facebook, yesterday: Ennio Morricone certainly deserves a shelf-full of Oscars. But since THE HATEFUL EIGHT’s score recycles cues from EXORCIST II and THE THING, he should presumably be disqualified on the same rules that prevented Nino Rota picking up a little gold man for THE GODFATHER and Michael Nyman getting nominated for THE PIANO. Or is it time to admit that the Best Music Award is a closed shop open to foreigners only on very special occasions?

Shaun Hughes then reminded me that Jonny Greenwood was victim to a similar stitch-up over THERE WILL BE BLOOD.

Richard Williams didn’t win — but, on the plus side, Richard Williams completed a film, which I hadn’t realized. So, good.

They need to stop with the STAR WARS robots and the minions and the TOY STORY toys. I am becoming misanthropic about things that aren’t even people.

Guy from Weeknd wearing a plaster cast yeti footprint on his head and calling it “hair.”

“Where are you getting these movies from?” Best line of the night, from random black woman in Compton. Very funny segment from Rock. Somehow manages to look like he’s been superimposed, though.

Mark Rylance versus Sylvester Stallone — Gigantic Minimalism vs. Gigantic Manimalism. Yay, Rylance! “He’s just come out of nowhere,” says Nicola. “Yeah, one minute you’re directing the Globe Theatre, the next you’re a success,” I say. I get all the best lines.

Louis CK gives his speech presenting Best Documentary the same way he gives his performance in TRUMBO — like these words have just occurred to him as he’s speaking them. Clearly the best actor on stage tonight.

The jury is now in: Chris Rock terrible. Sky panel agree that Louis CK would make a great host. But — DON’T DO IT LOUIS!

Role call of the Dead! Christopher Lee would have pleased at having Saruman and Scaramanga as the images they chose. And no Dracula.

If you’re going to do a gag about the tiny child presenter not being able to reach the microphone, make sure he can reach the microphone at the end of it.

The one guy they couldn’t quite play off with Ride of the Valkyries is the guy with the film about the Holocaust, but they STARTED!

Lady Gaga song begins, with the camera wavering uncertainly at a window. “What the FUCK is going on?” demands Nicola.

“I imagine there’s going to be some blogging on this,” says Nicola, two minutes later.

Lady Gaga was, rightly concerned about being a pop diva weighing in on a serious issue. And everyone thought she carried it off rather well. And so she appeared at the Oscars and rather blew it. I don’t think you should sing about that subject at a giant white piano in a white suit with giant hair. Might as well go the full Elton John and do it dressed as Donald Duck.

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Yay Ennio. About the only thing I was excited about.

MANY awkward moments tonight. Ali G. high on the list.

All the directors talk about their social relevance and then Inarritu talks about long takes. They set up to look shallow! And then give him the Oscar! Bad luck, George. Still, I think this was good. Cinema.

#OscarsSoOrange&Teal

Have nothing to say about Best Actress as I didn’t say any of the films. CAROL is the one I feel bad about not seeing yet. If I’d known it had guns and stuff I would’ve gone.

I would much rather Leo won for his funny dance in WOLF OF WALL ST. Or its sequel, WORLD OF WARCRAFT. Good, professional speech. I think I would give him extra points for being more emotional, though. Whereas I would give Kate Winslet points for being less emotional.

It’s almost over! Not nearly drunk enough.

SPOTLIGHT! A surprise. Surprises are good. Not many of those.

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The Sunday Intertitle: Fit as a Fiddle and Ready for Love

Posted in FILM with tags , , , , , , , on February 28, 2016 by dcairns

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Emil Jannings preposterously proposes himself trapeze-ready in an intertitle from E.A. Dupont’s fabled VARIETE, which will be wowing them at the Bo’ness Hippodrome Festival of Silent Cinema on March 19th. Attendees will receive a programme note written by myself.

What else? Ah yes, limericks, on various Nosferatus (Nosferati?) at Limerwrecks, herehere, here and here and a collaborative one (I contributed four syllables) here.

And — another look behind the scenes of THE NORTHLEACH HORROR. This time, meet the gaffer:

THE NORTHLEACH HORROR – Behind the Scenes Part 2 from Dave Jack on Vimeo.

If you’re lovely and would like to contribute to our Indiegogo campaign — funding to help enhance Jane Gardner’s score and Danny Carr and Garry Marshall’s amazing special effects and the sound design — go here. There are exciting prizes to be won and access to be gleaned!

Oh, and MAYBE I’ll watch the Oscars tonight, and MAYBE I’ll do some of that live-blogging.

Spoonerized

Posted in FILM on February 27, 2016 by dcairns

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I jumbled up some directors’ names. Some are simple first letter transpositions, or first syllable transpositions. Some swap vowels. Many have been re-spelled to make them sparkle. Contributions welcome. But why?

Fable Errara.

Tintin Quarantino

Power Polo Pissolini

Sodden Steverbergh

Len Coach

Fob Bossy

Albert Rotman

Bonjourman

Carnal Marcie

Clenny Raiment and Clenny Rare

Paean BraDrama

Frilliam Weedkin

Hernia Werzog

Khublai Stanrick

Litz Frang

Halfred Itchcock

Gert I. Borden

Bon Jolting & Boy Rolting

Pretzel & Powburger

Mortin Scarsese

Scene Doggle

Dan Bogpeteovich

Massive L. Jokeybitch

Bavi O’Mara

Lechered Wrister

Mackender Alexandrick

Tars Von Leer

Galaxy Ermine

Bum Tirton

Ally Wooden

Al Hashby

Berkby Buzzly

Welliam Willman

Steston Purges

Broad Towning

Hawkward Hows

Scidley Rott

Doe Janty

Codger Rorman

Bran Stakhage