Actress Sean Young’s Super-8 film footage offers a fascinating glimpse behind-the-scenes on the set of David Lynch’s Dune. See craft services, Sting, Kyle MacLachlan, David Lynch and Sean Young goofing around.
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Larry Clark once said in an interview with Swindle Magazine
“At the end of the day, what I show is real life. I tell the truth. And the truth can be shocking.”
In this little clip, Clark discusses what is Realistic.
He’s back! Tommy Wiseau, the seemingly brain-damaged and horribly inept auteur behind the cinematic atrocity, The Room, return with The House the Drips Blood on Alex.
With TW at the helm, this one is bound to really suck, too! Featuring iJustine! Here’s a sneak preview:
The late great Stooge Larry Fine meets the late great Stooge Ron Asheton as photographed by either Michael Tipton or Jimmy Recca at the MGM country retirement home in Calabasas,California circa early 70’s. That’s Larry’s granddaughter in the photo also. The story of this unlikely, but poetically perfect friendship is documented in the excellent book Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk (An Evergreen book)
Collection of Rich Dorris, much thanks to Heather Harris and Kim Retro Kimmer Maki !
Here’s a bracing Monday morning wake up call: The Yosuke Yamashita Trio providing a suitable furious soundtrack for a series of Japanese Red Army Faction bombings in this controversial and frequently banned “pink film” Ecstasy of the Angels
Thx again, Tony Coulter !
I read about this seldom screened, but highly regarded cult film, Demon Lover Diary, about a year ago on the Onion’s AV Club and have wanted to see it ever since. Tuesday I’ll get my chance as the mighty Cinefamily organization is screening the film as part of their monthlong horror fest,
In early 1975, Donald E. Jackson—who would later become the junk-drawer auteur responsible for stuff like Hell Comes To Frogtown and Lingerie Kickboxer—began working on his first feature film, a low-budget horror movie called The Demon Lover. He and his cartoonish hustler of a partner, Jerry Younkins, hired a young filmmaker named Jeff Kreines to handle cinematography. Promised a paycheck that never materialized, Kreines headed to Michigan to start work, accompanied by his pal Mark Rance and his girlfriend Joel DeMott. As time passed—and it became clear that Jackson and Younkins were a couple of no-account hustlers with no idea how to make a movie, and no aesthetic values beyond cutting corners at every opportunity—DeMott decided to make her own movie about the making of The Demon Lover.
Predating American Movie by decades, Demon Lover Diary has many of the same qualities, but where Mark Borchardt is likeable and pitiable, Jackson is a two-bit creep who appears to have blown off his own finger in order to finance the movie with workers’ compensation money. The production is so hopeless and haphazard that DeMott’s movie about it begins to take on a hilariously surrealistic quality, as she and Kreines (who became respected documentarians) display the kind of black humor seen in soldiers who think they’re going to die in combat. Though hard to find, Demon Lover Diary is a funny, essential document on the seamy side of independent filmmakint
Dir. Joel DeMott, 1980, 16mm, 90 min.
The Cinefamily, 611 N. Fairfax Ave. Los Angeles, CA 90036
While the Kenneth Anger / Jimmy Page dustup has been reported ad nauseum, this clip is new to me.
Led Zeppelin guitarist and leader Jimmy Page has been fired as composer for the soundtrack of the film ‘Lucifer Rising’ by it’s director, Kenneth Anger. Speaking in London on Friday, Anger decried Page for time-wasting and a lack of dedication to the project, and claimed that Page’s personal problems had made him impossible to work with. Page has been working on the film for the past three years and has so far delivered some 28 minutes of completed tape. The story of the collaboration -and the ensuing rift- goes back to 1973 when Page first agreed to compose and perform the movie soundtrack. He and Anger first met at Sotheby’s, at an auction of boots by the English Occultist/Magician Aleister Crowley. Both Page and Anger are students of Crowley’s teachings. Anger is a practicing Magus (a priest/magician) and his films’of which ‘Scorpio Rising’ is perhaps the best known—- are replete with occult symbolism. Anger himself describes them as “Spells and Invocations”.
An amusing compendium of some famous last words in film history.
Last night Tara and I attended the Hollywood premiere of Jackass 3-D at Graumann’s Chinese Theater, and, predictably, we laughed our fucking heads off.
With a four-year absence in cinemas since their last outing, the advent of widespread 3-D movie screens has provided some irresistibly low-hanging fruit for the Jackass gang, and unsurprisingly, they went all out with it (bodily fluids, bodily, uh, solids, and projectile dildoes make several star turns). The ante has been upped considerably in this installment. Think you felt the pain before? Trust me, it’s TEN TIMES more visceral when someone gets whacked in the nuts in 3-D. Ten times more painful, ten times grosser and tens times funnier.
Not that they’ve altered their classic crowd-pleasing formula all that much, it’s more that the 3-D technology takes their cartoony Buster Keaton meets Tom & Jerry antics to a different level, not to mention pain threshold. They’ve also grabbed the gross-out factor knob and cranked it (much) higher than ever before. Sure, I’ve felt queasy watching past Jackass shenanigans, but there was one point in Jackass 3-D where I (literally) found myself reaching for the popcorn bag to puke in (I didn’t but it was a very close call). Not that I minded, it’s what I came for, I’m just thankful they didn’t use John Water’s “Odorama” gimmick for this one.
Let there be no doubt, Jackass 3-D is a berserk and hog-wild nihilistic joyride, taking the audience places that they would NEVER, EVER want to visit in real life. The whole 3-D thing normally leaves me cold, but to truly appreciate the genius comedic craftsmanship behind the cheerful insanity of Jackass 3-D, you really do have to see this one in the cinema. I’m already a huge fan, but last night I was continuously wiping the tears of laughter from my 3-D glasses. This film is going to be a huge, huge hit.
Jackass 3-D opens this weekend. It’s already a part of the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art.
Below an interview I conducted with Johnny Knoxville in 2008.
In this latest brilliant comedy short from Jackal Films (director Jacqueline Wright and writer/performer Alice Lowe), Dangerous Minds pal, Rich Fulcher stars in the title role, of “My Old Baby” a “tragic true story of a baby afflicted with a rare degenerative condition, with horrific irreversible symptoms.” Clearly, this is a role Rich was born to play! (I just hope, you know, he doesn’t get typecast). Narrated by Sharon Horgan.