Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunaway practicing the kiss scene in Chinatown.
1969 German re-release poster for THE THIN MAN (W.S. Van Dyke, USA, 1934)
Poster source: KinoArt.de
The German title translates as “The Untraceable.”
Robert Deniro: “During lovemaking, he never stopped looking in my eyes. He had a butterfly tattoo that I later realized matched his flighty spirit. So did the fact he left his socks on.”
Peter Sellers: “I kissed him all over his hairy body. He had hair everywhere. He even had it on his back. I liked it. He reminded me of a giant panda bear.”
The dramatically dilapidated Loews King Theatre, on Flatbush Avenue, is set for a resurrection.
The place was built in 1929. A young Barbra Streisand once worked here. So did Sylvester Stallone.
It’s been closed since 1977, but it’s still the largest indoor theater in Brooklyn, with 3,200 seats. I got to walk around inside yesterday, and despite all the dust and decay, it’s pretty spectacular.
The plan is to restore its former grandeur, and turn it into a major performing arts center. Opening set for 2015.
As a former Brooklynite, I should confess: I’m a little envious.
I’ve been following this story for the past year or so with major excitement. Can’t wait to see this theater — and to see it in use again.
I thankfully want to say that I’m standing in a room of people who understand that depiction is not endorsement, and if it was, no artist could ever portray inhumane practices; no author could ever write about them; and no film-maker could ever delve into the naughty subjects of our time.
Of course, nobody goes with the idea of dying, everybody wants to live. I don’t remember his exact words, but the meaning was that grand things are ahead, worth living and worth dying for. He himself said that.
You know what one of your resolutions should be? To watch Reds.
In which I apologize to Dan for not listening to him years ago when I had the chance.
This is also Valentina’s fault.
And Peter Jackson’s.
Love. Him. So.
“I knew he’d be good, but I can’t say that I expected what we got. I love watching him, and I get the impression people don’t understand that there’s actually a truly inventive and disciplined actor there, which I guess is great. I would hate to say too much and uncover the mystery.” - Paul Thomas Anderson
At one point I started crying because his acting was just so damn fantastic, it was frightening.
Goddammit I cannot wait to see this movie.
Little French Boy - Burt Bacharach/Herb Alpert & Tijuana Brass - Casino Royale (1967) original soundtrack
I have been thoroughly obsessed with this soundtrack of late. There’s not a dud in the bunch. It’s zany, ridiculous, and obscenely catchy. I just watched the film last night for the first time: I would describe it as “bonkers.”
Banksy prints are available on Gilt today.
He is definitely punking…well, someone.
And I just bloody watched Exit From the Gift Shop last night, too.
(via Banksy - Gilt Home)
Red Band Trailer: ‘The To Do List’ - Feb 14, 2013
Written and directed by Maggie Carey, starring Aubrey Plaza, Alia Shawkat, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, Donald Glover, Andy Samberg, Bill Hader, Rachel Bilson, Scott Porter, Johnny Simmons, Sarah Steele, Connie Britton and Clark Gregg.
A distillation of the genius of early Wes Anderson, namely the economy of his storytelling. Murray’s idiot kids pile into the car and in a few swift motions, crank the AC full blast. His thin hair blows back, and we meet a man whose disappointment in his heirs is outweighed only by that which is directed inward.