„Portraits of Andrea Palmer“, the first feature film for both and directed in conjunction by a certain „C. Huston“ and film preservationist collective Vinegar Syndrome’s Joe Rubin (billed under his film board nom de guerre „J[ohn]. Lyons“), is in many ways an unusual venture – when measured against its date of production, even a deeply anachronistic one. For it is not merely a superficial hommage to the long-gone Golden Age of Porn that raged in American cinemas for some approximately 15 years from the very late 60’s to the mid-80’s, elicits it’s filmic (as in analogue filmmaking, granularity and a color cast unique to employed – 16mm here – stock) as well as organisitional (as in centered around, not working with unsimulated renditions of intercourse) structure, shares it’s curious interest in gloomy subject matter coupled with precise gaugings of female suffering, but actually possesses a profound understanding of it’s highly specific employment of filmed sex like few, if any, modern efforts. Weiterlesen “Contortions of a mind in perpetual decline – Portraits of Andrea Palmer (2018)” »
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Gebären, Tod, gewirktes Einerlei,
Lallen der Wehen, langer Sterbeschrei,
Im blinden Wechsel geht es dumpf vorbei.(Georg Heym – Die Stadt)
Weiterlesen “Die Stadt in 52 Minuten: Il tram (1973)” »
Have you ever pondered about the question of how a film centered around authentic, thus outwardly far more equable renditions of intercourse can manage to tell encounter from encounter, to dinstinguish the metaphysical weight being thrown around so freely? Anthony Spinelli’s „The First Time“, the prolific director’s final offering in a longstanding streak of outré, highly avantgarde films preceding his second coming as careful constructor of more narratively inclined fare, seems to have been constructed entirely around this very idea and adds the further challenge of answering without ever sacrificing its carelessly understated tone. Weiterlesen “The First Time (1978) or: How to separate sex from sex with Anthony Spinelli” »
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Seht ihr den Mond dort stehen?Er ist nur halb zu sehen,
Und ist doch rund und schön.
So sind wohl manche Sachen,
Die wir getrost belachen,
Weil unsre Augen sie nicht sehn.
(Matthias Claudius – Der Mond ist aufgegangen)
Weiterlesen “…und als Dach ein Himmel voller Zauber – Das perfekte Geheimnis (2019)” »
Life is like a B-picture script. It’s that corny. If I had my life story offered to me to film, I’d turn it down.
(Kirk Douglas)
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O what can you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.Is there hope for the future?
Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.
Who made the mineowner?
Say the black bells of Rhondda.
And who robbed the miner?
Cry the grim bells of Blaina.
(Idris Davies – Gwalia Deserta XV)
Weiterlesen “Leben, Lachen, Laufen und Kohle – The Molly Maguires (1970)” »
