They all seem to be tweeting This observation by Herzog is totemic of what seems to me like a mass self-induced autism, immersed in a vortex of banality, that society has sunk into. When I observe how oblivious people are of reality when out and about with their device, it’s easy to understand why many of us refuse(d) to…
Malick, the greatest living American filmmaker, has never made the consistently good fully philosophical film that we know he’s quite capable of. I fear that unless he dumps the star actors, he never will. I suppose that beginning with the Thin Red Line (after a 20 year hiatus) he understandably exploited high-priced luvvies eager to embellish their resume with…
Though it’s going on 40 years since Performance was made (1968, released in 1970) it is still the most modern of films with “adult themes” (philosophical and otherwise) from an age when films weren’t primarily made for fuckwits. The themes of social, sexual and gender identity make the fuss being made about these issues now seem so tired…
Born on this day. Memory may be omnipotent and indispensable, but it’s also terribly fragile. The menace is everywhere, not only from its traditional enemy, forgetfulness, but from false memories, like my often repeated story about Paul Nizan’s wedding in the 1930s. The Church of St.-Germain-des-Prés, where he was married, is crystal clear in my…
Speaking of the trials and tribulations of getting The Moviegoer to the screen, if ever there were someone who could do justice to the interior life, it is Mike Leigh. Regardless of his Englishness he has such a strong sense of place, and would therefore be ideal to undertake such a project. The Telegraph Roger…
by Ron Shelton A faithful but uncompelling translation of Percy’s novel to film is exactly what the world doesn’t need. There are enough bad movies and precious few great novels. Let us allow that one of the signs of The Moviegoer’s greatness is that it cannot exist in any other form. Binx Bolling was right.…
A few months ago I made a posting concerning Wim Wenders, Peter Handke and Walker Percy. In conversation/correspondence with a filmmaker chum I mentioned that of all Percy’s novels The Thanatos Syndrome would be the most translatable into the modality that is film since it works brilliantly and disturbingly as a thriller on a purely surface level. My…
Just released. An extravagance, I know, but if you don’t already have the DVDs this might be the way to go. cinemafilmphilosophical cinemaWerner Herzog
