Archive for Milan Film Festival

Muppet Movie

Posted in FILM with tags , , on September 21, 2010 by dcairns

I’ve been to the Milan Film Festival twice. They’ve shown my short movie CRY FOR BOBO three times. This year they asked previous contributors to make little movies about their Milanese adventures. I didn’t have access to much in the way of production values (not even lights, as you can see), but I did have some old puppets I’d made, so I thought I’d use one. The American accent just happened.

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Four Veils for a Frigid Corpse

Posted in FILM with tags , on October 5, 2008 by dcairns

Rare Lubitsch film discovered in Milanese tree hollow!

Looking through the vid-stores of Milan, in search of novelties to take home, my brain reeled and spasmed with joy at the many and varied titles. In Italy, John Huston’s HEAVEN KNOWS, MR ALLISON is known as THE SPIRIT AND THE FLESH. With Robert Mitchum as The Flesh! How marvellous. And then there were the Italian films, many of them unknown to me. Here are a few I spotted:

APOSTLES WITH INKY SPATS

NO SCALLOPS FOR THE LADY IN GREEN

SWEET NIGHT OF THE BLOODY CHAMPION

A HARD MAN FOR A DOLLAR

RUSTY INFERNO

THREE SWINE IN A GLASS COFFIN

IF YOU SEE CANTATA, SHIT… THEN DIE!

DON’T BE UNKIND TO A SAPLING

LAST BULLET FOR A YELLOW FROG

FORBIDDEN MIMEOGRAPHS OF A CITIZEN BENEATH CONTEMPT

OK… I may have invented one or two of those.

From CORPUS DELECTI IS STILL MY NAME.

Three on a Meathook

Posted in FILM with tags , , , on September 19, 2008 by dcairns

The Casa de Regista (Filmmaker’s House) in Milan. A 1930s art-deco meat market with leaky windows, but still one of the grandest buildings I’ve ever failed to sleep in. Having stayed at the disused machine shop a few years ago, this place was no surprise to me, but some of the other filmmakers, and especially folks representing foreign film festivals, were a little freaked out.

The Greek team (who eventually missed their flight due to the evils of Italian trams and Italian airports) were particularly distressed, and urged me to come to their festival in Athens, which is far more salubrious, being based in a disused gasworks full of frogs. Honest, I’m not making this up. “It can be quite eerie,” Naya enthused.

But Milan Film Festival, like Italy itself, has enough organisation and skill and love to keep going more or less smoothly, even though it seems to an outsider as if complete collapse could occur at any moment. And it’s so beautiful. The buildings, often defaced with cables and other modern appurtenances, maintain their grandeur. The shops are gorgeously designed in a way that seems to go beyond the practical need to entice customers in. The bookshops bulge with glossy art books, taking up far more space than in their British or American equivalents. Beauty is their birthright.

On my last evening, I met the very tall Enrico Petrelli, who plays a very tall alien in sci-fi flick INVAXÖN. Since his character communicates telepathically, Enrico didn’t have to learn any lines. His main task was to be tall, which he tells me he pulled off with some success.

The movie looks… amusing.

Then I met Franco Calvano, who told me he had screened my movie, CRY FOR BOBO, for friends in a ship in Antarctica. I told him my producer would want to know all the details: name of ship; size of audience, etc, and I think he thought we were going to sue him. But when he realised I just wanted a record of this exceptional screening (which means that BOBO has been seen on every continent on Earth), he was happy to oblige.

SHIP: THE PROF. MULTANOVSKIY

TIME: THE ANTARCTIC SEASON 2004/5

AUDIENCE: 25 PEOPLE.

On my return, I learn that BOBO is to be posted on the BBC’s online film network, which is why I’ve disabled it on YouTube. A better quality version, on a more prestigious platform, is coming soon.