<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740</id><updated>2009-11-07T02:44:04.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KINO SLANG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-3588785218521547632</id><published>2009-09-18T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:23:37.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SrNAN0NAW3I/AAAAAAAAB4I/a64ymk7sNGA/s1600-h/TASHLIN.gif"&gt; 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&lt;/ a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-3588785218521547632?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/3588785218521547632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=3588785218521547632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3588785218521547632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3588785218521547632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SrNAN0NAW3I/AAAAAAAAB4I/a64ymk7sNGA/s72-c/TASHLIN.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-8688461375206119520</id><published>2009-09-04T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:16:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SqHJQdEeQ5I/AAAAAAAAB34/TdA4_qOFNbU/s1600-h/straub+o+somma+luce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377800714575561618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SqHJQdEeQ5I/AAAAAAAAB34/TdA4_qOFNbU/s1600/straub+o+somma+luce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.teatrodibuti.it/website/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teatro Francesco di Bartolo - Buti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks to Mr. P.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-8688461375206119520?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/8688461375206119520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=8688461375206119520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8688461375206119520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8688461375206119520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/09/teatro-francesco-di-bartolo-buti-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SqHJQdEeQ5I/AAAAAAAAB34/TdA4_qOFNbU/s72-c/straub+o+somma+luce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-3176963467718197261</id><published>2009-08-28T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:01:16.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A volunteered footnote...</title><content type='html'>...to Straub in &lt;em&gt;6 Bagatelas &lt;/em&gt;(and other talks), when he cites Buñuel on those who propogate the illusion that we live in the "&lt;u&gt;BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS&lt;/u&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FILM: &lt;/em&gt;BOOK&lt;em&gt; 1 &lt;/em&gt;, ed. Robert Hughes (New York, Evergreen/Grove Press, 1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chapter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE SITUATION OF THE SERIOUS FILMMAKER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE FILMMAKER &amp;amp; THE AUDIENCE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Replies to a Questionnaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What specific difficulties have you experienced which have been caused by interpretations of the "audience" by producers, distributors, censors, etc.? (E.g., Flaherty's re&lt;/em&gt; Elephant Boy&lt;em&gt;; Vigo's re&lt;/em&gt; L'Atalante&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; Zéro&lt;em&gt;; Eisenstein's re&lt;/em&gt; Ivan&lt;em&gt;; Rossellini's re&lt;/em&gt; The Miracle&lt;em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you consider one of the most encouraging developments in film in recent years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you consider one of the most discouraging developments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What film or films would you make if you were free from the non-artistic limitations of sponsorship, censorship, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luis Buñuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Except during my first three films, all made before 1932, and produced with absolute independence -- &lt;em&gt;Un Chien Andalou&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;L'Age d'Or -- &lt;/em&gt;I have always felt the pressure &lt;t&gt;more or less heavily exerted by the producer. But one might deduce from your questions that the producers and distributors are to blame by their special interpretation of public taste for the limitations imposed on the filmmaker. In my opinion, the real responsibility for the spiritual stagnation of cinema lies with the amorphous mass, routinary and conformist, that makes up the audience. The producer limits himself merely to throwing to the beasts the food they demand of him. A businessman neither better nor worse than the others of his time, the producer has no scruples. He is capable of leaping from one ideological plane to another, even if the systems are morally and artistically antagonistic, so long as he is guaranteed prestige and economic success. For the moment it is impossible to foresee any moral elevation of human society. For this reason there does not appear even a glimmer of the spiritual improvement of the audience. One might even predict the contrary. Filmmakers will continue dragging the heavy chains of servility put upon them by the industry and the producers, who, as faithful representatives of the public, will continue their tyrannical repression of the artists' freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &amp;amp; 3. To my way of thinking there is not one indication in the film production of recent years, either "capitalist" or "communist," that encourages any hope of the spiritual improvement of cinema -- unless it be in its technical aspect, where the progress of both is unquestionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If it were possible for me, I would make films which, apart from entertaining the audience, would convey to them the absolute certainty that they &lt;u&gt;DO NOT LIVE IN THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS&lt;/u&gt;. And in doing this I believe that my intentions would be highly constructive. Movies today, including the so-called neo-realist, are dedicated to a task contrary to this. How is it possible to hope for an improvement in the audience and consequently in the producers when every day we are told in these films, even in the most insipid comedies, that our social institutions, our concepts of Country, Religion, Love, etc., etc., are, while perhaps imperfect, UNIQUE AND NECESSARY? The true "opium of the audience" is conformity; and the entire, gigantic film world is dedicated to the propagation of this comfortable feeling, wrapped though it is at times in the insidious disguise of art. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mexico City]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-3176963467718197261?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/3176963467718197261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=3176963467718197261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3176963467718197261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3176963467718197261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/08/volunteered-footnote-to-straub-in-6.html' title='A volunteered footnote...'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-2171941447280253406</id><published>2009-08-28T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:30:16.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375156549675404258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SphkZzOES-I/AAAAAAAAB2o/S6eEXqTAplU/s800/mizo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizoguchi Kenji &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jisei (death poem)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Already autumn chill is here—&lt;br /&gt;Quickly with my studio comrades&lt;br /&gt;Joyously I long to work&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375156920552327154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SphkvY2BB_I/AAAAAAAAB2w/qiM8CXlSwmc/s800/mizo+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375157672596727410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SphlbKbX5nI/AAAAAAAAB24/RkQXUlz6mYA/s400/mizo+death+poem+Jisei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.speechlessthemagazine.org/modiano.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Richard Modiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Ganbattekudasai...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-2171941447280253406?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/2171941447280253406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=2171941447280253406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/2171941447280253406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/2171941447280253406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/08/mizoguchi-kenji-jisei-death-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SphkZzOES-I/AAAAAAAAB2o/S6eEXqTAplU/s72-c/mizo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-431690160105978529</id><published>2009-08-20T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:03:03.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peter Nestler, Straub and Huillet: Film, Painting, Seasons &lt;a href="http://http//www.arsenal-berlin.de/arsenal/programmtext-anzeige/article/1634/194.html?cHash=cb45399085"&gt;played at Kino Arsenal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372232742107518386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/So4BNzQKlbI/AAAAAAAAB2A/83COiX4Md6A/s800/Time+nestler+big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372234437640148114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/So4CwfmpVJI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/xfewV7UME2c/s800/umil+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372232889560783394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/So4BWYjw2iI/AAAAAAAAB2I/FQ_XcqtDJB8/s800/nestler_zeit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--ZEIT (TIME, Peter Nestler, 1992)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--IL RITORNO DE FIGLIO PRODIGO - UMILIATI (THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL SON - HUMILIATION, Straub and Huillet, 2003)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kino Arsenal's notes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IL RITORNO DEL FIGLIO PRODIGO – UMILIATI is a continuation of OPERAI, CONTADINI (WORKERS, PEASANTS), the film narrating winter in green summer images. Similar to the relation of SCHWARZE SüNDE (BLACK SIN) to the preceding film TOD DES EMPEDOKLES (THE DEATH OF EMPEDOCLES), an even deeper and darker awareness arises – "from resignation to extreme affirmation" (Jacques Rancière).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title and content of Peter Nestler's ZEIT (1992) attain a new meaning after VERTEIDIGUNG DER ZEIT (2007) dealing with the work of befriended colleagues. ZEIT consists of "seven Hungarian painters and sculptors presenting their work. They have worked hard all their lives as farmers, in the factory or as textile workers. It picks up on themes of their youth, themes that are very important to them." What UMILIATI and ZEIT also have in common is the preciseness and circuitousness with which they depict the post-socialist present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "fin" at the end of QUEI LORO INCONTRI (the last five dialogs of Pavese's book Dialogs with Leuco), Jean-Marie Straub shot two new films, each after one of the dialogs: Two men remember a woman – LE GENOU D'ARTEMIDE (2008), two women a man (Odysseus) – LE STREGHE (2007–09). In ITINÉRAIRE DE JEAN BRICARD (2008), the Loire, black-and-white, in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestler's TOD UND TEUFEL (2009) again visualizes the abyss one faces when confused emancipation that has become stuck (also when creating images) turns into fascism. The screening of DÜRFEN SIE WIEDERKOMMEN? ÜBER NEOFASCHISTISCHE TENDENZEN IN WESTDEUTSCHLAND (1971) on the photographer and Africa explorer Graf Eric von Rosen will be attended by the socialist political scientist Wolfgang Abendroth, among others. Guests: Peter and Zsóka Nestler. (Stefan Hayn)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-431690160105978529?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/431690160105978529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=431690160105978529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/431690160105978529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/431690160105978529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/08/peter-nestler-straub-and-huillet-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/So4BNzQKlbI/AAAAAAAAB2A/83COiX4Md6A/s72-c/Time+nestler+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-2609073601884842359</id><published>2009-08-16T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:53:35.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Truly doing movie criticism"</title><content type='html'>As part of the &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/"&gt;FILMVERMITTELNDE FILM&lt;/a&gt; Project &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/artikel/tag-gallagher-truly-doing-film-criticsm/"&gt;Tag Gallagher has been interviewed&lt;/a&gt; about his video criticism, the why and the how of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"And the clearer my own ideas are, the fewer words I need. On paper, three paragraphs might make a point. On video, three words are better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SoiIxhdbY9I/AAAAAAAAB0w/TI2s4QiJ740/s1600-h/tag+stagecoach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370692940016083922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SoiIxhdbY9I/AAAAAAAAB0w/TI2s4QiJ740/s400/tag+stagecoach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SoiI8MuQMkI/AAAAAAAAB04/tZPi_RI4qqg/s1600-h/tag+stagecoach+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370693123428069954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SoiI8MuQMkI/AAAAAAAAB04/tZPi_RI4qqg/s400/tag+stagecoach+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition to insights into his current video practice and the atmosphere in which it's done , Tag, who has always worked with the image, gives a wonderful little history of the use of frame-enlargements in printed articles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of the interview an invaluable filmography of Tag's is included. One wishes that dvd source information was also included, i.e. which commercial dvds include Tag's videos as "extras"; nevertheless, with the proper titles and dates one can usually locate them by searching online. And failing that, Tag is imminently approachable, &lt;a href="http://home.sprynet.com/~tag/tag/"&gt;via his website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is the translation of &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/"&gt;Filmvermittelnde film&lt;/a&gt;? Film mediating films? For now, it's clear that this is an extremely well mounted project by Volker Pantenburg, Stefan Pethke, and Michael Baute ( et al.) through the Vienna Filmmuseum (et al.) that thoroughly documents and explores &lt;em&gt;film films&lt;/em&gt;, movies about movies. There are dossiers in German on &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/dossier/filmemacher-harun-farocki/"&gt;Harun Farocki&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/dossier/archiv-deutsch/"&gt;Gustav Deutsch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/dossier/cinephilie-douchet/"&gt;Jean Douchet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/dossier/cinephilie-bergala/"&gt;Alain Bergala&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/dossier/filmvermittlung-und-paedagogik/"&gt;pedagogical series&lt;/a&gt;, movies about movies&lt;a href="http://www.kunst-der-vermittlung.de/dossier/filmvermittlung-auf-dvd/"&gt; on DVD &lt;/a&gt;(Janet Bergstrom on Murnau's 4 DEVILS, Jean-Pierre Gorin on PIERROT LE FOU, Bernard Eisenschitz on THEY LIVE BY NIGHT, etc) -- among others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371441696446964242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sosxw4hxYhI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/VkfoaeFrx70/s800/bergala+big+angele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stills: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 from Tag's DREAMING OF JEANNIE (2003, on Ford's STAGECOACH), -- just as he begins a complex polemical aside (his videos are capable of that in addition to "three words are better") against Nick Browne's dead letter theories about Ford's camera and the spectator. Tag deploys superimpositions, moving repetitions, inventories of society in Ford, and camera position/axis graphs in his case against Browne's "Spectator-In-The-Text" (1975), showing that Ford gifts empathetic distance with the characters rather than (what Browne's text assumes is) a submitting of the viewer to passive identification via a manipulative camera. This is part of a long standing debate about how the way-station scene in STAGECOACH works; Gilberto Perez also threw in his bit in a page-long footnote in &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=s22f9JuaANkC&amp;amp;dq=material+ghost+perez&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;source=bn&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=jzSLSsLrAYzgsQO_1tTJDQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=4#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=material%20ghost%20perez&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;The Material Ghost&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 from Alain Bergala's movie about movies and Marseilles D’ANGELE A TONI (1998, FROM &lt;em&gt;ANGELE &lt;/em&gt;TO&lt;em&gt; TONI).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tamtamsoie.net/ANGELE.html"&gt;"In 1934, two films, important in cinema history, were shot almost simultaneously around Marseilles : &lt;em&gt;Angèle&lt;/em&gt;, the first feature film of the renowned young French author Marcel Pagnol; &lt;em&gt;Toni&lt;/em&gt;, shot by Jean Renoir in Martigues at Pagnol’s invitation. &lt;em&gt;Toni&lt;/em&gt;, which can be considered as the forerunner of the neo-realism movement. Both films were closed: based on the art of dialogue, love for direct sound, small-scale cinema with a taste for liberty during the shooting, and a familiy-like crew...Yet, they drew two diverging lines in the history of cinema: from &lt;em&gt;Angèle&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Toni&lt;/em&gt;, you step from Pagnol to Renoir, from a traditional vision of the Provence to a more contemporary vision of an area changed by industry, from Pagnol’s dramatic narration to Renoir’s documentary realism."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-2609073601884842359?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/2609073601884842359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=2609073601884842359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/2609073601884842359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/2609073601884842359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/08/truly-doing-movie-criticism.html' title='&quot;Truly doing movie criticism&quot;'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SoiIxhdbY9I/AAAAAAAAB0w/TI2s4QiJ740/s72-c/tag+stagecoach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-9130834974946010380</id><published>2009-08-14T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:58:10.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369712753915329858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SoUNTLsB_UI/AAAAAAAAB0o/k1cnx6Saihc/s800/lm+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"3. In the packet of press materials that LM sent me last May is one still of &lt;em&gt;Les contrebandières&lt;/em&gt; showing Brigitte (Françoise Vatel) scaling a bolder over a waterfall that is possibly the grubbiest I’ve ever seen — even grubbier than what the film looks like. Most people would call it “Substandard,” and they’d be right. This is the unfettered register that LM’s films occupy, breathe, and thrive in, a happy legion of the damned. Not even the $22 million spent on making Friedkin’s &lt;em&gt;Sorceror &lt;/em&gt;look as impoverished and boring and artfully godforsaken and xenophobically unpleasant as possible could buy that sort of freedom and enlightenment."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--from Jonathan Rosenbaum's long unavailable, now available piece from 1977 **&lt;a title="Permanent Link to À la recherche de Luc Moullet: 25 Propositions" href="http://www.jonathanrosenbaum.com/?p=16246" rel="bookmark"&gt;À la recherche de Luc Moullet: 25 Propositions&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-9130834974946010380?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/9130834974946010380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=9130834974946010380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/9130834974946010380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/9130834974946010380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SoUNTLsB_UI/AAAAAAAAB0o/k1cnx6Saihc/s72-c/lm+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-3542773051796669088</id><published>2009-08-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:50:21.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a distant trumpet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429116467012082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SnzwV_Qa4fI/AAAAAAAABz4/armzUEqQGYg/s800/walsh+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"MY CASE*: Straub complains. This time he complains that Heiner Müller who, upon meeting them (the Straubs) in Berlin, says something like 'it's good that people like you continue to exist!' A sentence where I, too, have heard the candid desire of death underlying it and to which one should be able to reply: &lt;strong&gt;'Yes, I know I absolutely cannot count on you.'&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Serge Daney in "Journal de l'an présent", TRAFIC, No. 3, été 1992.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427204652090834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SnzumtMORdI/AAAAAAAABzw/4ThmOz551o0/s800/high+sierra+page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Interviewer: They say you are a marginal filmmaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straub: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: A certain press, certain people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straub: Those are the ones who have an interest in supressing us, namely the industry pimps and, I was going to say, the whores who work for them, but that would be unfair to the whores. There's no reason to put a yellow star on certain filmmakers. Okay, so we have a yellow star. It's more interesting to check why. That means all journalists are whores and all producers are pimps. Well, almost everyone! (…) What does it take for a film to be marginal? The fact that it is left on the sidelines! From the moment a film enters the circuit, it stops being marginal. If it has the least sucess, you stop talking about marginalization! You then have the family blessing! &lt;strong&gt;Some racists labels are much more polished.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Jean-Marie Straub, Danièle Huillet&lt;/em&gt;. Lisboa: Cinemateca Portuguesa, 1998.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pierregrise.com/distribution/LE-GENOU-D-ARTEMIDE-et-ITINERAIRE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367446494655095954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sn0AJiDVJJI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/U_yLQ0EpLJs/s800/bricard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-3542773051796669088?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/3542773051796669088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=3542773051796669088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3542773051796669088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3542773051796669088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-case-straub-complains_07.html' title='a distant trumpet...'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SnzwV_Qa4fI/AAAAAAAABz4/armzUEqQGYg/s72-c/walsh+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-6994950896958776289</id><published>2009-07-27T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:24:21.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinemasparagus.blogspot.com/2009/07/manifesto-by-jean-douchet.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Notre combat by Jean Douchet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinemasparagus.blogspot.com/2009/07/manifesto-by-jean-douchet.html"&gt;(translated by Craig Keller)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinemasparagus.blogspot.com/2009/07/manifesto-by-jean-douchet.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048761460912498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sm1gbxP58XI/AAAAAAAABzk/vXh4Syp1y6I/s400/douchet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-6994950896958776289?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/6994950896958776289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=6994950896958776289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/6994950896958776289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/6994950896958776289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/07/manifesto-by-jean-douchet-translated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sm1gbxP58XI/AAAAAAAABzk/vXh4Syp1y6I/s72-c/douchet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-7128186964699613705</id><published>2009-07-23T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:50:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of a quarter of a second...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A new short by Jean-Claude Rousseau, SÉRIE NOIRE, has been made available online at INDEPENDENCIA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.independencia.fr/indp/SERIE_NOIRE_STREAM_EV.html"&gt;HERE, with English subtitles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://independencia.fr/indp/SERIE_NOIRE_STREAM.html"&gt;HERE, sans subtitles&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It will only be available for viewing until July 29th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361749933054365282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SmjDKAYuDmI/AAAAAAAABy0/Kuy398o2dhw/s400/serie+noire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of Rousseau's films and videos breathe quite grand fictions, or lessons, and have something of the serial in them. SÉRIE NOIRE, an allusive title, is also wonderfully concrete, as you'll see. It's a "message" movie, like LA VALLéE CLOSE and DE SON APPARTEMENT, in the concrete sense not the genre sense. One is always astonished by the diversity of expression in his films. What tips the scales toward comedy "or" tragedy, toward the solitary work of handicraft "or" a most vast collaboration with the earth and public? The detective takes it on a case-by-case basis. "C’est l’affaire d’un quart de seconde," &lt;a href="http://www.independencia.fr/indp/FID2009entretienjeanclauderousseau_serienoire.html"&gt;Rousseau says&lt;/a&gt; of a complete change that occurs in the movie where music provides a strange opportunity to lift the camera among the weeds, "over" a vacant lot, changing the relationship between the shooter, the shot, and the spectator. An almost Mizoguchian affair (as is the &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;sound of the claps and bangs of some kind of intimate task which becomes the shot's score as much as its reality) -- and just as grand, risky, sensual, implicating, cohering, emotional...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-7128186964699613705?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/7128186964699613705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=7128186964699613705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/7128186964699613705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/7128186964699613705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/07/matters-of-quarter-of-second.html' title='Matters of a quarter of a second...'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SmjDKAYuDmI/AAAAAAAABy0/Kuy398o2dhw/s72-c/serie+noire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-5538540169066770030</id><published>2009-06-30T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:27:16.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manny Scale (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;February 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353327383899958386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrW5Hu6bHI/AAAAAAAABxU/Dg0-vd-zrCQ/s1600/manny+on+hitchcock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-5538540169066770030?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/5538540169066770030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=5538540169066770030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5538540169066770030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5538540169066770030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/06/manny-scale-3.html' title='Manny Scale (3)'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrW5Hu6bHI/AAAAAAAABxU/Dg0-vd-zrCQ/s72-c/manny+on+hitchcock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-4094529932255676452</id><published>2009-06-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:29:05.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manny Scale (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353282335126523986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Skqt67-XEFI/AAAAAAAABwA/3ErYRHMkk1s/s400/other+mens+wellman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QoNL_yf62A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QoNL_yf62A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simayspace.com/AFS%20paintings.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353252399680258434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkqSsdvzAYI/AAAAAAAABv4/8u9ZlDnu7Wo/s800/farber3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="321" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x552ru_la-chambre-chantal-akerman_shortfilms&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x552ru_la-chambre-chantal-akerman_shortfilms&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="321" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353317262100004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrNr9FwABI/AAAAAAAABwo/vSFojbkuFI8/s800/manny+oh+brother+color.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-4094529932255676452?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/4094529932255676452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=4094529932255676452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/4094529932255676452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/4094529932255676452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_30.html' title='Manny Scale (2)'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Skqt67-XEFI/AAAAAAAABwA/3ErYRHMkk1s/s72-c/other+mens+wellman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-8041504240645020545</id><published>2009-06-30T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:07:39.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manny Scale (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrRYlOM8dI/AAAAAAAABxI/oMEf23Xdae0/s1600-h/manny+domestic+movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrRYlOM8dI/AAAAAAAABxI/oMEf23Xdae0/s400/manny+domestic+movies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353321327322001874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353236986870072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkqErUjfg1I/AAAAAAAABvY/68AQb_XMDuo/s800/der+tod+empedokles.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353237116414141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkqEy3JNIrI/AAAAAAAABvg/1txGJNV4HMM/s1600/manny+farber+cut+out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Like Straub, I think it's sinful to give the audience material it knows already, whether the material is about race relations or the car culture or the depiction and placement of a candy bar." &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Farber-Film-Complete-Writings-Manny/dp/159853050X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246398183&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Manny Farber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrQGSEmliI/AAAAAAAABxA/pNxxjqL7Whw/s400/manny+copper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353319913432192546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrPHvUdLbI/AAAAAAAABw4/Sq9f5qRV_m4/s400/klassen+handbill+read.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353318838951554482" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-8041504240645020545?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/8041504240645020545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=8041504240645020545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8041504240645020545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8041504240645020545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-straub-i-think-its-sinful-to-give.html' title='Manny Scale (1)'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SkrRYlOM8dI/AAAAAAAABxI/oMEf23Xdae0/s72-c/manny+domestic+movies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-5730142572569015590</id><published>2009-06-20T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:39:38.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349551349463340322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sj1sm_R5VSI/AAAAAAAABvM/F8q8E3kYfVA/s1600/louis+lumiere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lumiere: A Conversation Between Jean Renoir and Henri Langois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Translated from the French by Bill Krohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This translation originally appeared in the Summer 2006 edition of the online political journal &lt;a href="http://www.november3rdclub.com/index.html"&gt;THE NOVEMBER 3RD CLUB&lt;/a&gt;. Presented here with an additional video extract. I'd like to note that the date of this dialogue is 1968.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A French television broadcast, under the rubric&lt;/em&gt; Aller au cinema&lt;em&gt;, of films by Louis Lumiere intercut with comments by Jean Renoir and Henri Langois provides a rare opportunity to learn how these two masters of cinema regarded the birth of a new art form. The "Lumiere parts" of those films are well described by Renoir's and Langois' comments about fantasy and reality, and the recreation of the atmosphere of a period, even of the soul of a society.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The program was assembled by New Wave director Eric Rohmer, who may be one of the two questioners we never see. What follows are quotes pulled or summarized from the program, with some indication of what films Rohmer chose to illustrate the comments. With only one exception, the comments are not laid over the films, which appear to have been shown in their entirety, without music, of course. This three-way conversation (including Rohmer's film selections) is also a reminder of why the French have a special place in the history and present of the art of film.&lt;/em&gt; -------Bill Krohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jean Renoir&lt;/u&gt; : I don't feel that the cinematograph was just a way of putting the present in a box for the future. There is in these films a recreation of the atmosphere of the period that is exactly what we love today in Godard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look at the very first films, they're almost all extraordinary. You feel like using the word "genius." But these cameramen weren't geniuses — they were helped by the fact that technique was still difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I find more fantasy in certain Lumiere films than in paintings that aspire to fantasy. It's the creation of a world that exists in reality, but also of a world that exists in the imaginations of Theodore Rousseau or the Lumiere cameramen. The angle chosen by the cameraman — a humble servant of reality — is the work of his unconscious talent. Many great works of art are the result of the unconscious. I would even say that when a film we've made works, it's in spite of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After a questioner mentions a comic strip that Lumiere imitated in "L'arroseur arose," adding that it is cut like a film would be today:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of cutting was easy to do with pen and ink, but not with a camera. That's what I mean when I say that the fact that the technique was difficult worked to their advantage. Because the cameraman can't cut, he has to compose more carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Henri Langois&lt;/u&gt; : "As if by chance" a film begins with a tramway passing and ends when another one passes, close to the camera. In between you see the movement of people in the street. The cameraman saw that this set-up would give him a series of shots: You have a close-up, a long-shot and a medium shot and a movement linking them. That's not chance — it's science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Film: Liverpool - Church Street*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big difference between Lumiere and the others at this period. There's nothing more boring on film than the inauguration of a monument, kings, queens and so on. The great thing about Lumiere is that he didn't show History — he showed Life. The force of his films is in the atmosphere of life, the ambience of life, the philosophy of the period — everything is there. When you see two little girls playing in the street, on the Champs-Elysee, you think of Proust, of Renoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Film: Champs-Elysee*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monet had painted the Gare St-Lazare before Lumiere filmed it. What you are seeing in Lumiere's film is the baton being passed from painting to film. The whole history of art from the mid-nineteenth century to the late nineteenth century leads up to Lumiere. Impressionist painting, everything that was greatest, newest in that period was absorbed by Lumiere's films. That's what gives them the quality of life. What Lumiere looked for was what is imponderable in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Le Bassin des Tulleries, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retour d'une promenade en mer*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HL answering a question about improvisation and preparation in the Lumiere films:] The Lumiere cameramen when they got to a city would look for what would be best to film. They'd pick the spot, choose the angle. After that came improvisation. They didn't do it mathematically - they felt it in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Film: Milan - Place du Dome*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting describes society as it sees itself, but with Lumiere's films, for the first time we see it as it is. When I look at these films I'm often appalled. What is out of fashion in them? The bourgeoisie. What is modern? The people. Because of the evolution of society, we are more like them than like the bourgeoisie of the period, we feel closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Leaving in a car, Carpenters, Cultivation of the earth* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When a painter paints women wearing the fashions of the era, he paints them as they are supposed to fit and look. When Lumiere films them, we see what they really looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Debarquement, Wedding party entering a church*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about New York City in the Lumiere films? It isn't the city we see in fiction films, or period recreations. It's a city of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: New York - Broadway and Wall Street, Le grand prix a Paris*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas Paris in these films really is the Paris that Hollywood recreates when it wants to show this period. It really IS elegant. Look at a shot of Germany. The power of Germany shows through in it. You realize that the German empire was already there, whereas we were the flower of the nineteenth century. One observes a thousand little details like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Dresden: Auguste-Bencke Street, London: Westminster Bridge, Moscow: Tverskai Street*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a woman walk past in a Lumiere film I see all of her psychology, all of her history, all of her life, her perspective, her "horizons." It's different in the films that are acted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Film: Card players watered&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jean Renoir&lt;/u&gt;: In the little acted scenes it's obvious that it's Lumiere's family and employees "pretending." But it's not really being acted. What matters is not the characters; what matters is that Monsieur Lumiere has gotten them all together and had them do this. Monsieur Lumiere is filming himself. M. Lumiere expresses through their acting a certain wonderful naivete that often enters into French art. Much "good" acting is no less false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VQ97WrotBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VQ97WrotBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: The fake legless man, Battle of women, Nursemaids and soldier&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Henri Langois&lt;/u&gt;: [answering a question about whether a Lumiere cameraman was really the first to move the camera:] He didn't want to "move the camera." He wanted his camera with him in a gondola to show what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Film: The Grand Canal in Venice*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the filmmakers of the 20s had seen these films, people like [Fritz] Lang, they could have saved themselves a lot of time. But no one at the period of the Lumiere films thought that Lumiere's cameramen had invented the moving shot or the pan, because that's not what they saw. They saw "a shot of a tram moving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Film: Panorama of arriving in Aix-en-Bains taken from a moving train*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the genius of cinema popping up all over the place, but the spectators of that time didn't have the background to see that. [The following is the one time the voice over is overlaid, during the shot entering and leaving the tunnel:] Now, after the whole development of the cinematic language discovered in the 20s, we are approaching an art of cinema that is much closer to Louis Lumiere, who is the absolute of the art of cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Passing through a tunnel, Liverpool: Panorama taken from an electric train* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[HL is asked to sum up his impression of the films]: What strike me is the lumiere (light), the quality of the light, the sunlit quality of the images, which they were obliged, I believe, to film at certain times of day. And the depth of field. In other French films of the period, [Louis] Feuillade, for example, there's depth, but the shot is composed for a flat surface, like a painting. There's something more scientific in the films of Lumiere that comes, I believe, from the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Goldfish bowl*&lt;/strong&gt; [amazing!]&lt;strong&gt;, Marechal-ferrant, Disembarking from a ship &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to be developed using the procedures of the period for that to be seen, as they first were in Venice when a scientist I knew worked out a system for doing that. Seeing them properly developed, you understand that film is a plastic art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Venice - Pigeons in Saint Marks' Square*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HL answering a question about diagonal compositions:] It's not a diagonal - it's a triangle. All of silent film uses that triangular composition, not just the Lumiere films. There's never anything in the center, until you get to the style built around the plan americain and the close-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Films: Transport d'une tourelle, Attelage d'un camion*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jean Renoir&lt;/u&gt;: [Asked to sum up:] The precision and veracity that Henri Langois sees in these films shows, he says, that cinema is a resume of all the other arts. I see it differently. For me cinema is an art in itself, even though everything is linked. The world, as I never tire of saying, is one. And the world of Louis Lumiere is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the value of these films is that they are open to interpretation. Seeing one of them, I can make up the story I want, invent a before and after. You only have a work of art when the public is a collaborator. These films open a door to the imagination, permitting the spectator to invent part of what he sees. Which is also why the art of Getrmany in the 17th Century was music, since everyone in that society could be a musician. And why France is the art of painting, because of the atmosphere of painting that bathes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-5730142572569015590?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/5730142572569015590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=5730142572569015590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5730142572569015590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5730142572569015590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/06/lumiere-conversation-between-jean.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sj1sm_R5VSI/AAAAAAAABvM/F8q8E3kYfVA/s72-c/louis+lumiere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-4205455826191756486</id><published>2009-06-15T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:09:00.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347762827444689538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SjcR9TjhGoI/AAAAAAAABuk/b-8A-EGyiEs/s400/homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-4205455826191756486?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/4205455826191756486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=4205455826191756486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/4205455826191756486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/4205455826191756486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-who-cries-from-mashgh-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SjcR9TjhGoI/AAAAAAAABuk/b-8A-EGyiEs/s72-c/homework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-2279254952434275853</id><published>2009-06-05T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:15:12.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343736803547263650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SijET3ydsqI/AAAAAAAABtk/eiIBjw35cOw/s400/yang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343737034644028306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SijEhUsOe5I/AAAAAAAABts/Rqlk6IPXh-Q/s400/yang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SijF2nLgs6I/AAAAAAAABt0/KkvX-6CNgA0/s400/yang3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343738499895964578" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343736473047250402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SijEAolHteI/AAAAAAAABtU/C9jtP5lUz0I/s400/yang4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-2279254952434275853?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/2279254952434275853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=2279254952434275853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/2279254952434275853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/2279254952434275853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SijET3ydsqI/AAAAAAAABtk/eiIBjw35cOw/s72-c/yang2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-352961696442164430</id><published>2009-05-22T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:09:12.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>percentage of survival (2)</title><content type='html'>"With every film the director should make it felt that man is a magnificent thing, and in the same moment that he is the curse of the planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The human race I prefer to think of as an underworld of gods. When the gods go slumming they visit the earth. You see, my respect for the human race is not one hundred percent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUW0kIrE0V4/SiFDPl8VKGI/AAAAAAAABW0/l3NhNVF7ei0/s1600-h/queiloroincontri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338791080157558818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/ShcyM4bQuCI/AAAAAAAABsc/l4lInW_h5jo/s800/chaplin+modern_times_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/03/percentage-of-survival.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-percentage of survival (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-352961696442164430?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/352961696442164430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=352961696442164430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/352961696442164430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/352961696442164430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/percentage-of-survival-2.html' title='percentage of survival (2)'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/ShcyM4bQuCI/AAAAAAAABsc/l4lInW_h5jo/s72-c/chaplin+modern_times_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-7302506042513540704</id><published>2009-05-21T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:35:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;R.I.P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;João Bénard Da Costa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338395365995049714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/ShXKTSS58vI/AAAAAAAABsM/fTAYOFp51ls/s800/vanda+plus+san+francisco+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "(...) buzina. Descobrindo o efeito sonoro do seu movimento, a criança repete-o um sem número de vezes, sempre de costas voltadas para a rua e sempre a olhar para a velha. Esta não esboça a mais pequena reacção ao jogo da miúda, mas, embora não lhe vejamos o olhar, sabemos que está com toda a atenção a ela. Atenção que, de certo modo, é devolvida, pois que a brincadeira da criança, sendo também uma brincadeira solitária, é uma brincadeira para a velha, ou uma brincadeira com a velha. (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Sobre NO QUARTO DA VANDA", João Bénard Da Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If sensitivity to a single shot or a film's title are worth a damn to the English speaking world, then film critic and historian João Bénard Da Costa's work will one day be recognized and translated. He died today (1935-2009). I only became aware of João Bénard Da Costa through my work on Pedro Costa, and what Pedro and other Portuguese friends have told me of João Bénard's importance. One of the few (the only?) ways you can see João Bénard Da Costa with English translation is in a penetrating interview about OSSOS (Pedro Costa) included on &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dvdpt.com/o/ossos.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; dvd of the film. He wrote an entire text, a beautiful one, about the above shot in IN VANDA'S ROOM (Pedro Costa). He wrote monographs on Hitchcock, Buñuel, Lang, Sternberg, Nicholas Ray, Hawks and Ford. He also did the kind of work you cannot completely transcribe or translate since it resides in the minds of hundreds of thousands of beneficiaries, that of being a great director of the Cinemateca Portuguesa since 1980. My impression is that there are many who could say about the films and the light shed on them by João Bénard Da Costa "&lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1381942&amp;amp;idCanal=14"&gt;I would have died if you hadn't come back.&lt;/a&gt;" Is it a lie Johnny Guitar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-7302506042513540704?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/7302506042513540704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=7302506042513540704' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/7302506042513540704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/7302506042513540704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/ShXKTSS58vI/AAAAAAAABsM/fTAYOFp51ls/s72-c/vanda+plus+san+francisco+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-8782921703529677414</id><published>2009-05-17T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:18:05.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336704943366369298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sg_I3vRscBI/AAAAAAAABsE/DlqdtODa9qs/s400/hochet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Louis Hochet - &lt;em&gt;Class Relations&lt;/em&gt; (1984)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danièle Huillet &lt;/strong&gt;: There is something else in cinema besides directors, on which all the cinema rests: its craftsmen, its technicians, and that's also a social history. People who entered the cinema of the generation of Louis Hochet, our sound engineer, were generally people who came out of the working class and for whom the cinema was a possibility of upward mobility. But they brought their classes with them, their intelligence and experience. Now, this has also disappeared from cinema: the cinema became a Mafia, the son of a technician becomes a technician, the daughter of an actor becomes an actress... And that represents a loss of fantastic energy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacques Aumont &lt;/strong&gt;: It's true from this point of view, the lists of students at IDHEC or FEMIS are interesting, there is a high proportion of surnames of film people or known intellectuals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.H &lt;/strong&gt;: We see it in concrete terms. The young technicians are often very nice, relatively less pretentious than directors. Nevertheless, there is a loss in terms of intelligence and experience, which is also frightening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean-Marie Straub &lt;/strong&gt;: And then, there’s too much vanity. There’s almost only vanity, there’s no ambition now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.H. &lt;/strong&gt;: But ambition is also a social fact: someone that comes from below and wants to climb has ambition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.-M. S.&lt;/strong&gt; : A musician condenses time with time. That’s the affinity between music and cinema. The work to be done is of not of getting bogged down in the space that we show; it’s terribly annoying to see tracking shots, never ending pans. When I hear talk about sequence shots (&lt;em&gt;plan-sequence&lt;/em&gt;) I want to vomit; that consists of being bogged down, and besides people now don’t even know what it means concretely. One must know how to, with space, condense time, and how to condense space to get time; also, if the actors speak there can be a relationship to vocal music (or not, if we don’t want it). After all, when someone says hello, it can be notated, no? [To Danièle Huillet:] Why are you staring at me like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.H.&lt;/strong&gt; : I was thinking about the time when all that wasn't separated...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.-M.S.&lt;/strong&gt; : It was well before cinema!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.H.&lt;/strong&gt; : Yes... But cinema could find something, and that's what has been lost. It's frightening when you look at old films, to see what was lost en route, all that was possible and that has been ransacked, looted, repressed. This is especially frightening because it's a model for what happens in general.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.-M.S.&lt;/strong&gt; : That money is profit. Barbarism is not just in society, it's also produced at the individual level. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.A.&lt;/strong&gt; : How then to continue to make films?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.H.&lt;/strong&gt; : By saying every time that this will be the last -- not like (Ingmar) Bergman, but concretely, in the knowledge that one has no future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://notremusique.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-nest-pas-des-tres-extraordinaires.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-8782921703529677414?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/8782921703529677414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=8782921703529677414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8782921703529677414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8782921703529677414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/seperation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sg_I3vRscBI/AAAAAAAABsE/DlqdtODa9qs/s72-c/hochet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-1050910850122276717</id><published>2009-05-15T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:58:06.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>---------------cinemascope</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335969431462406514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sg0r7T6o6XI/AAAAAAAABrk/v5zk0-ofPmk/s1600/voucher3062308.jpg" border="0" /&gt; only good for funerals and snakes,&lt;br /&gt;and bread lines around the block (for food vouchers, ending in riots).&lt;br /&gt;which are also only good for funerals and snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Milwaukee '08-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-1050910850122276717?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/1050910850122276717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=1050910850122276717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/1050910850122276717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/1050910850122276717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinemascope.html' title='---------------cinemascope'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sg0r7T6o6XI/AAAAAAAABrk/v5zk0-ofPmk/s72-c/voucher3062308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-3788141887850797179</id><published>2009-05-14T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:48:42.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;a href="http://rootingforlaughton.blogspot.com/"&gt;with Gloria&lt;/a&gt; in Laughton's garden -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgyOmymUJrI/AAAAAAAABrc/ZG9maUx9Bt4/s1600-h/bb+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335796455595845298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgyOmymUJrI/AAAAAAAABrc/ZG9maUx9Bt4/s400/bb+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;GARDEN IN PROGRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High above the Pacific coast, below it&lt;br /&gt;The waves' gentle thunder and the rumble of oil tankers&lt;br /&gt;Lies the actor's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant eucalyptus trees shade the white house&lt;br /&gt;Dust relics of the former mission.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else recalls it, save perhaps the Indian&lt;br /&gt;Granite snake's head that lies by the fountain&lt;br /&gt;As if patiently waiting for&lt;br /&gt;A number of civilizations to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a Mexican sculpture of porous tufa&lt;br /&gt;Set on a block of wood,portraying a child with malicious eyes&lt;br /&gt;Which stood by the brick wall of the toolshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely grey seat of Chinese design, facing&lt;br /&gt;The toolshed. As you sit on it talking&lt;br /&gt;You glance over your shoulder at the lemon hedge&lt;br /&gt;With no effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different parts repose or are suspended&lt;br /&gt;In a secret equilibrium, yet never&lt;br /&gt;Withdraw from the entranced gaze, nor does the masterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;hand&lt;br /&gt;Of the ever-present gardener allow complete uniformity&lt;br /&gt;To any of the units: thus among the fuchsias&lt;br /&gt;There may be a cactus. The seasons too&lt;br /&gt;Continually order the view: first in one place then in another&lt;br /&gt;The clumps flower and fade. A lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Was too little to think all this up in. But&lt;br /&gt;As the garden grew with the plan&lt;br /&gt;So does the plan with the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powerful oak trees on the lordly lawn&lt;br /&gt;Are plainly creatures of the imagination. Each year&lt;br /&gt;The lord of the garden takes a sharp saw and&lt;br /&gt;Shapes the branches anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untended beyond the hedge, however, the grass runs riot&lt;br /&gt;Around the vast tangle of wild roses. Zinnias and bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;anemones&lt;br /&gt;Hang over the slope. Ferns and scented broom&lt;br /&gt;Shoot up around the chopped firewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner under the fir trees&lt;br /&gt;Against the wall you come on the fuchsias. Like immigrants&lt;br /&gt;The lovely bushes stand unmindful of their origin&lt;br /&gt;Amazing themselves with many a daring red&lt;br /&gt;Their fuller blooms surrounding the small indigenous&lt;br /&gt;Strong and delicate undergrowth of dwarf calycanthus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also garden within the garden&lt;br /&gt;Under a Scotch fir, hence in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Ten feet wide and twelve feet long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was as big as a park&lt;br /&gt;With some moss and cyclamens&lt;br /&gt;And two camelia bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did the lord of the garden take in only&lt;br /&gt;His own plants and trees but also&lt;br /&gt;The pants and trees of his neighbors; when told this&lt;br /&gt;Smiling he admitted: I steal from all sides.&lt;br /&gt;(But the bad things he hid&lt;br /&gt;With his own plants and trees.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered around&lt;br /&gt;Stood small bushes, one-night thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Wherever one went, if one looked&lt;br /&gt;One found living projects hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading up to the house is a cloister-like alley of hibiscus&lt;br /&gt;Planted so close that the walker&lt;br /&gt;Has to bend them back, thus releasing&lt;br /&gt;The full scent of their blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cloister-like alley by the house, close to the lamp&lt;br /&gt;Is planted the Arizona cactus, height of a man, which each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;year&lt;br /&gt;Blooms for a single night, this year&lt;br /&gt;To the thunder of guns from warships exercising&lt;br /&gt;With white flowers as big as your fist and as delicate&lt;br /&gt;As a Chinese actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the lovely garden, placed high above the coast&lt;br /&gt;Is built on crumbling rock. Landslides&lt;br /&gt;Drag parts of it into the depths without warning. Seemingly&lt;br /&gt;There is not much time left in which to complete it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;b.b. c. 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-3788141887850797179?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/3788141887850797179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=3788141887850797179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3788141887850797179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/3788141887850797179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgyOmymUJrI/AAAAAAAABrc/ZG9maUx9Bt4/s72-c/bb+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-5968569297989712935</id><published>2009-05-12T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:22:31.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NE CHANGE RIEN (Pedro Costa, 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335111415440088514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgofkNJwHcI/AAAAAAAABqc/m6lZJZ-7i8I/s400/ne+change+rien+balibar+costa3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although people sometimes act like they think so, a singer is not like a saxophone. If you don't sound right, you can't go out and get some new reeds, split them just right. A singer is only a voice, and a voice is completely dependent on the body God gave you. When you walk out there and open your mouth, you never know what's going to happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday, &lt;em&gt;Lady Sings the Blues&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335110083941941234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoeWs72v_I/AAAAAAAABps/aIjiIpFI1D0/s800/ne+change+rien+balibar+costa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335110291060178386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoeiwgsPdI/AAAAAAAABp0/bTTHHU7BXpk/s800/ne+change+rien+balibar+costa4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335114621482716418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/Sgoie0l4TQI/AAAAAAAABq0/YhV_tEDoN4w/s800/NeChangeRIen004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is now an entry for Pedro Costa's latest film &lt;em&gt;Ne change rien &lt;/em&gt;at&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pedro-costa.net/"&gt;pedro-costa.net&lt;/a&gt; . The entry includes a &lt;a href="http://pedro-costa.net/NCR-SYNOPSIS.html"&gt;synopsis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pedro-costa.net/NCR-PHOTOS.html"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pedro-costa.net/NCR-BIOS.html"&gt;biographies/ filmographies&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://pedro-costa.net/NCR-NOTES.html"&gt;notes&lt;/a&gt; on singing by Jeanne Balibar. &lt;em&gt;Ne change rien &lt;/em&gt;is to premiere at The Director's Fortnight, Cannes, this Friday the 15th of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgozysW4eRI/AAAAAAAABrM/J6ZvnRMd3DA/s1600-h/frans+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgozysW4eRI/AAAAAAAABrM/J6ZvnRMd3DA/s400/frans+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335133654567385362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-5968569297989712935?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/5968569297989712935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=5968569297989712935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5968569297989712935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5968569297989712935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/ne-change-rien-pedro-costa-2009.html' title='NE CHANGE RIEN (Pedro Costa, 2009)'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgofkNJwHcI/AAAAAAAABqc/m6lZJZ-7i8I/s72-c/ne+change+rien+balibar+costa3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-7018904263167074480</id><published>2009-05-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:19:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335104267267258930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoZEIIiujI/AAAAAAAABpk/cAz-irx-pZE/s800/frans+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335101074407819746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoWKRziCeI/AAAAAAAABpU/z8t56wvJFTg/s800/frans+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-7018904263167074480?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/7018904263167074480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=7018904263167074480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/7018904263167074480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/7018904263167074480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/ritual-scenes-from-original-1983-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoZEIIiujI/AAAAAAAABpk/cAz-irx-pZE/s72-c/frans+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-5366484227427223563</id><published>2009-05-12T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:32:21.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;a href="http://last-tapes.blogspot.com/"&gt;from &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-tapes.blogspot.com/"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;— 'Pourquoi les juifs?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Olho para uma mesa redonda e digo que ela é redonda porque assim me parece, mas depois começo a duvidar. (Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire, regarder? C'est garder deux fois.) No fundo não acredito na objectividade, ou então só acredito numa objectividade silenciosa, imponderável — as palavras são demasiado vivas, demasiado frenéticas, passam-nos a perna num instante. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoQw9PtJ4I/AAAAAAAABo8/D3itLzHG_F8/s1600-h/ufm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335095141833975682" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoQw9PtJ4I/AAAAAAAABo8/D3itLzHG_F8/s320/ufm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um filme de Godard, por exemplo, não se pode dizer quase nada, é literalmente feito de material inflamável. — 'Uma mulher casada' são fragmentos de um filme rodado em 1964 a preto e branco, dura 95 minutos. — Pois bem e o que é que isso significa? — Ah, Bérénice, o amor é um mistério.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-5366484227427223563?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/5366484227427223563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=5366484227427223563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5366484227427223563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/5366484227427223563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-c-pourquoi-les-juifs-olho-para-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyJ0hcJHf2c/SgoQw9PtJ4I/AAAAAAAABo8/D3itLzHG_F8/s72-c/ufm5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18252740.post-8190526724354946750</id><published>2009-05-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:26:26.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Several notes...</title><content type='html'>...after reading Adrian Martin's &lt;a href="http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-many-of-richard-brodys-gross.html"&gt;"Contempt"&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I first read Adrian Martin's review, I found his comparison of Brody's &lt;em&gt;Everything is Cinema&lt;/em&gt; to Fuegi's biography of Brecht, &lt;em&gt;The Life and Lies of Bertolt Brecht&lt;/em&gt; (at least Fuegi wears his thesis on his sleeve) very apt. The mutilation of the artist's works into a series of exposé-fueled interpretations pivoting on spurious biographical speculation and biographical judgments; hysterical ideological reductivism and wild revisionism; a completely &lt;i&gt;knowing&lt;/i&gt; disregard or distortion of the artist's particular strivings and working methods, especially in relation to political being (in the case of the Fuegi, Brecht's collective adaptation methods are interpreted as life-long plagarism!); the well-crafted intent to &lt;i&gt;do grave harm&lt;/i&gt; to the understanding of certain works (perhaps even to the man) -- all this is evident in both biographies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the comparison is not completely apt. Fuegi contributed to Brecht studies for at least 10 years (the BRECHT YEARBOOK, for example) before he (for ideological reasons) turned on the artist and the work. Brody, however, has produced little if any solid scholarship on Godard before, during, or since his biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just using the term "artist" to describe the subjects of Brody and Fuegi's biographies. It can be a very limited term, especially with regard to the work of Brecht and Godard. I wouldn't want to be in league with the term "artist" when it's used to to say that Godard sacraficed being one by becoming militant, or even by speaking about the Palestinians, as if those concerns were "self-denial" of an "obstinate artistic quest" (pg. 625-5, Brody). To be in thrall to, or worse propagate, such a stodgy and couth definition of "art" as Brody's is as backward as it has ever been (and over a body of work like Godard's, quite a feat!). To that definition I say thank goodness Brecht and Godard haven't always proceeded as artists alone, or else we wouldn't have TO THOSE BORN LATER, DER MESSINGKAUF, GALILEO or ICI ET AILLEURS, SAUVE QUI PEUT (LA VIE), HISTOIRE(S) DU CINéMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An astute reviewer of the Fuegi biography (&lt;a href="http://www.hartford-hwp.com/archives/61/002.html"&gt;click here to read the review&lt;/a&gt;) reminds that Brecht and his work fought and survived much, including every kind of force for reaction -- no reason to think Godard's work won't do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The last group of stills in my post of Adrian's review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--one of Godard, Suzanne Schiffman, and Truffaut on the set of FAHRENHEIT 451&lt;br /&gt;--one from Godard's HISTOIRE(S) with Truffaut and Léaud ["YOU/YOU"]&lt;br /&gt;--and two from GRANDEUR ET DéCADENCE D'UN PETIT COMMERCE DE CINéMA, Godard's film with Léaud from 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are dedicated to Adrian's recent comment at Girish's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girishshambu.com/blog/2009/04/recent-web-reading.html"&gt;"(...) I don't think I have ever seen it mentioned that, for example, the film project that Godard 'menaced' Truffaut with in their bitter 1973 letter exchange (called A FILM at that stage, if I remember correctly), is substantially the film he made 13 years later as GRANDEUR ET DECADENCE ..."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another deepening of that exchange. I don't think I would be alone in calling GRANDEUR ET DECADENCE... one of Godard's greatest films of the 80's, perhaps of his entire career. Brody gives it a one-and-a-half page plot synopsis (funny since this is one of Godard's most self-sufficiently plotted films and an admirable self-criticism) and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) and of that exchange -- the letters between Truffaut and Godard, and the anecdote about the slurring of Pierre Braunberger: for those who've only read Adrian's review and not Bill Krohn's &lt;a href="http://www.cinema-scope.com/cs38/feat_krohn_brody.html"&gt;KINBRODY AND THE CEEJAYS&lt;/a&gt;, the latter really must be referred to for a deepening of the issues and events at hand in those letters and that slur. At &lt;a href="http://www.davekehr.com/?p=275"&gt;Dave Kehr's always interesting blog, Glenn Kenny&lt;/a&gt; finds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Krohn’s attempt to reduce the Godard/Braunberger 'Sale juif' incident to nothing more than Godard attempting an allusion to Renoir and Braunberger not 'getting' it is a real stretch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kenny does not need to stretch because this is not what Bill Krohn is suggesting at all. Bill's review would not be 8000 research-based words (in a book review!) if he was asking us to actively "reduce" and think the "sale juif" remark was "nothing more" than &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. In short, there's &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;(to consider, to argue, to think about, to remember, etc.). By doing the research on that letter that Brody did not do, I think Bill is suggesting that it's impossible to accept the long-armed judgements of Brody which hinge on&lt;em&gt; the spoken word with no witnesses&lt;/em&gt;. This does not make the slur against Gorin by Godard (reported in the Brody) any less unfortunate. It also does not make NOTRE MUSIQUE or any of Godard's films anti-Semitic. Brody is counting on these slurs as they appear in his book to pass into and strengthen his perspective against Godard's anti-Zionist films -- only in this book could it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolle, witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/kinoslang/frans014-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/kinoslang/frans013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Bank, witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3ou94_priere-pour-refuznik-2-jeanluc-goda_shortfilms"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/kinoslang/godard_refusnik2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) For a similarly complicated affair accusing Jean Renoir of anti-Semitism, including the rebuttals to that charge, see the wonderful Jdcopp's definitive post &lt;a href="http://jdcopp.blogspot.com/2008/01/renoir-jeanson-beylie-portugal-in-late.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18252740-8190526724354946750?l=kinoslang.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/feeds/8190526724354946750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18252740&amp;postID=8190526724354946750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8190526724354946750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18252740/posts/default/8190526724354946750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoslang.blogspot.com/2009/05/several-notes.html' title='Several notes...'/><author><name>Andy Rector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15870363285627741234</uri><email>kinoslang@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13509542748466605083'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>