New (sort of) thing at The Chiseler — Daniel Riccuito and I collaborated on a piece honouring Italian cameraman Riccardo Pallottini on his hundred and fifteenth birthday. Parts of this have appeared previously but DR’s ace editing has now fashioned it into a new and compelling form.
No intertitles this early, but we ARE in silent movie terrain over at The Chiseler, studying the implications of Méliès’ detachable head. Collaboration with Daniel Riccuito seems to go very smoothly when he asks me for a list or a sentence: he’s very adept at turning fragments into full things, which often work in ways I wasn’t even thinking of when I contributed my section. And the joins seem to not show: you are invited to guess which bits of this piece were sneezed up by whom.
More information about my Hippfest talk — “The online live streams will be available to view for 48 hours. Once you book your ticket you’ll be sent a viewing link on the day. http://www.hippfest.co.uk” — so whatever timezone you infest, you can catch up with the chat about visible difference in cinema, which takes its cue from THE MAN WHO LAUGHS and its title — All Faces are Masks — from a quote by Conrad Veidt.
Over at The Chiseler, my ham-hymn to Laird Cregar is republished — I also recommend Tom Sutpen’s magisterial playlist Zis Boom Ba to accompany your reading, and the pieces by Jim Knipfel, Imogen Sara Smith and Dan Callahan. It’s ALL good, actually.
shadowplay 