Sorry, beloveds, other duties called today. But, a few things:
Mark Lotto in the New York Observer has a rather lyrical look at why we don’t seem to enjoy going out to see movies much anymore. He runs through the summer’s high points and it’s dismal disappointments, and reflects:
Thatâ€™s exactly what we’re hoping for when we go to the movies: that
theyâ€™ll hit us like a hammer to the knee, that we’ll laugh suddenly or
cry suddenly or jump or shout. Movies may not change lives, but now and
again, someone reminds us how to get lost in the screen. During a
Sunday matinee of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," in the arctic dark
of the 19th Street Loews Cineplex, a man in the audience cried out, "Chocolate!" His voice was plaintive, semi-ecstatic, a little bit
scary. "Chocolate!" he declared. At that particular moment, it was
apropos of less than you might think. He was just suddenly seized by
something he must have seen or felt up on screen, and like one of the
kids, cried out. The best movies are like Quaker meetings, and the
audience is involuntarily overwhelmed and totally overcome.
In the Guardian, Rusty Goffe, one of the tragically orange Oompa Loompas of 1971’s "Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory," writes about his experience filming that movie, and how computer graphics are squeezing a lot of little people out of the entertainment business.
At The Age, Philippa Hawker interviews Hong Kong director Fruit Chan, who’s in Australia for the Melbourne International Film Festival, where a retrospective of his work is being screened, including his latest, "Dumplings," the full-length version of the horrifying short of the same name that was the best part of horror anthology "Three…Extremes."
And best wishes (break a finger? is there a traditional saying for someone about to embark on a big writing project?) to Ben Slater at harrylimetheme, who, after months of research is about to begin writing his "Saint Jack" book.
+ Scarlett! I Don’t Give a Damn (NY Observer)
+ My life as an Oompa (Guardian)
+ Film Studies: Johnny and Tim: maybe it’s time to move on, boys (Independent)
+ Serves of Fruit boost festival (The Age)
+ jack’s back (harrylimetheme)