As almost everyone knows, nowadays we have an important medium, Twitter, which allows us to keep track of what happens around the world, and to follow the areas we are more interested in.
I am not saying Twitter has replaced newspapers, because there will always be a different style, and way of reading between the two. However, when one doesn't have time to buy newspapers or to visit their websites (especially because Italian Newspapers make you pay to read the news), tweets are the easiest way to acknowledge the daily news for free.
Here are some of my Favourite Tweets regarding BFI, which lets you know when actors', and directors' birthdays are, and advertises very interesting articles, or short posts. They are very useful when you look for fresh and short news, and they always link the tweets to their website, check the ones dedicated to Stanley Kubrick, Audrey Hepburn, and Lars Von Trier.
09/04/2013: “Being afraid is the worst sin there is.” – Breathless star Jean-Paul Belmondo, who turns 80 today #bornonthisday
26/04/2013: Magnifico! Terence Stamp does a Federico Fellini impression: http://youtu.be/cbZkJNN8mRY
17/05/2013: The many faces of Lars von Trier: http://bit.ly/19DvrlH
21/05/2013: Discover the real roaring 20s through vintage film footage: http://bit.ly/19UASwA
30/05/2013: BFI Gothic blockbuster project launches with Monster Weekend @BritishMuseum. Welcome to the dark heart of film: http://bit.ly/bfigothic
11/06/2013: Did you know? Rita Hayworth broke two of Glenn Ford’s teeth while filming the fight scene in Gilda http://bit.ly/1aHK4F3
11/07/2013: “We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Everything in-between is a gift.”
- Oscar-winning actor Yul Brynner #bornonthisday
16/07/2013: “Film is like a drug. It is a shelter when you cannot deal with reality” Director Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 43 today http://bit.ly/10XYEHm
19/07/2013: The letter that made Audrey Hepburn a star: http://bit.ly/13piXyj
24/07/2013: “I see planets that don’t exist and landscapes that have only been dreamed.” More Herzogisms from Werner Herzog: http://bit.ly/18CFFrw
26/07/2013: Hitchcock's Dial M for Murder 3D will be popping out of screens @BFI Southbank from today: http://bit.ly/1bnSSEZ
And my most recent favourites, Happy Birthday Mr. Kubrick:
26/07/2013: “I know that he hated The Wizard of Oz.” @SightSoundMag explore Stanley Kubrick's taste in film: http://bit.ly/1dZRuFh
26/07/2013: “A film is – or should be – more like music than like fiction.” – Stanley Kubrick #bornonthisday http://bit.ly/Ma2xnS
26/07/2013: Wonderful items from the production of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining, including a model of the Overlook Hotel: http://bit.ly/V8fTEI
You can follow me on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/irene_olivo
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Friday, 26 July 2013
What Shall I Read Today? Part 8
Today I chose two books very close to each other, especially because of the relationship between their authors. The first one is Women (1978) by Charles Bukowski, and the second one is Ask the Dust (1939) John Fante's masterpiece. I read the first one last summer, and I have just finished the second. Even though one year separates these readings, I was so delighted, and inspired by the style, the words, the burning passion of the story, and that one city from which they all want to escape, but without which they can't survive: Los Angeles.
The other connection between the two authors is that John Fante (who died in 1983) was one of America's forgotten writers, and Bukowski was the one who re-discovered his work. In a paragraph contained in Women there's a clear reference to Fante's Ask the Dust in which B. says, (I'm rephrasing): When I started reading that book I felt a miracle, big and unattended, had happened.
Arturo Bandini was to John Fante what Henry Chinaski was to Charles Bukowski. Their alter-egos, their extreme selves.
In my opinion, both books are beautiful, nostalgic, and harsh "road-trips", there's a lot of wandering, but, instead of exploring the whole country, these characters always return to LA, they can't escape the dust.
Moreover, both men are tragic, and cruel, and funny, and, in the end, they're just dreamers who live for writing and for a one-night-stand affair. Ask the Dust's prologue is just splendid (remember to read it at the end of the book), it shows the great capacity of a writer who is confident about his character because he is the character himself and about the story because it's his story.
Both wanderers walk on their inventors' steps, and the endings,one more poetic the other more brutal, are, in a word, just authentic.
Favourite Quotes:
“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
“being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
“Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”
“People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.”
“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee..”’ hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carring on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together”
“And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.”
“Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.”
“There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.”
“You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.”
“Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?”
“Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!”
“I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living”
“Arturo Bandini: -What does happiness mean to you Camilla?
Camilla: -That you can fall in love with whoever you want to,
and not feel ashamed of it.”
“Ah, Evelyn and Vivian, I love you both, I love you for your sad lives, the empty misery of your coming home at dawn. You too are alone, but you are not like Arturo Bandini, who is neither fish, fowl nor good red herring. So have your champagne, because I love you both, and you too, Vivian, even if your mouth looks like it had been dug out with raw fingernails and your old child's eyes swim in blood written like mad sonnets.”
The other connection between the two authors is that John Fante (who died in 1983) was one of America's forgotten writers, and Bukowski was the one who re-discovered his work. In a paragraph contained in Women there's a clear reference to Fante's Ask the Dust in which B. says, (I'm rephrasing): When I started reading that book I felt a miracle, big and unattended, had happened.
Arturo Bandini was to John Fante what Henry Chinaski was to Charles Bukowski. Their alter-egos, their extreme selves.
In my opinion, both books are beautiful, nostalgic, and harsh "road-trips", there's a lot of wandering, but, instead of exploring the whole country, these characters always return to LA, they can't escape the dust.
Moreover, both men are tragic, and cruel, and funny, and, in the end, they're just dreamers who live for writing and for a one-night-stand affair. Ask the Dust's prologue is just splendid (remember to read it at the end of the book), it shows the great capacity of a writer who is confident about his character because he is the character himself and about the story because it's his story.
Both wanderers walk on their inventors' steps, and the endings,one more poetic the other more brutal, are, in a word, just authentic.
Favourite Quotes:
Women, Charles Bukowski
“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
“being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
“Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”
“People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.”
“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee..”’ hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carring on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together”
“And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.”
“Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.”
“There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.”
Ask The Dust, John Fante
“You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.”
“Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?”
“Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!”
“I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living”
“Arturo Bandini: -What does happiness mean to you Camilla?
Camilla: -That you can fall in love with whoever you want to,
and not feel ashamed of it.”
“Ah, Evelyn and Vivian, I love you both, I love you for your sad lives, the empty misery of your coming home at dawn. You too are alone, but you are not like Arturo Bandini, who is neither fish, fowl nor good red herring. So have your champagne, because I love you both, and you too, Vivian, even if your mouth looks like it had been dug out with raw fingernails and your old child's eyes swim in blood written like mad sonnets.”
70th Venice Film Festival: Official Programme
The films for this year's festival were announced yesterday, I am very excited about many films, but, especially, about the big names that are going to play a part in the Festival. It will certainly be a great honour just to see their work.
Starting from the opening night Alfonso Cuarón will come back with his first film after 7 years, Gravity, starring George Clooney and Sandra Bullock.
The films in competition are:
MERZAK ALLOUACHE - ES-STOUH (LES TERRASSES)
Algeria, Francia, 94'
GIANNI AMELIO - L’INTREPIDO
Italia, 104'
ALEXANDROS AVRANAS - MISS VIOLENCE
Grecia, 99'
JOHN CURRAN - TRACKS
Regno Unito, Australia, 107'
EMMA DANTE - VIA CASTELLANA BANDIERA
Italia, Svizzera, Francia, 90'
XAVIER DOLAN - TOM À LA FERME
Canada, Francia, 105'
JAMES FRANCO - CHILD OF GOD
Usa, 104'
STEPHEN FREARS - PHILOMENA
Regno Unito, 94'
PHILIPPE GARREL - LA JALOUSIE
Francia, 77'
TERRY GILLIAM - THE ZERO THEOREM
Regno Unito, Usa, 107'
AMOS GITAI - ANA ARABIA
Israele, Francia, 84'
JONATHAN GLAZER - UNDER THE SKIN
Regno Unito, Usa, 107'
DAVID GORDON GREEN - JOE
Usa, 117'
PHILIP GRÖNING - DIE FRAU DES POLIZISTEN
Germania, 175'
PETER LANDESMAN - PARKLAND
Usa, 92'
HAYAO MIYAZAKI - KAZE TACHINU
Giappone, 126'
ERROL MORRIS - THE UNKNOWN KNOWN
Usa, 105'
KELLY REICHARDT - NIGHT MOVES
Usa, 112'
GIANFRANCO ROSI - SACRO GRA
Italia, 87'
MING-LIANG TSAI - JIAOYOU (STRAY DOGS)
Taipei cinese, Francia, 138'
Among the films out of competion, I am very curious to see The Canyons by Paul Schrader, Che Strano chiamarsi Federico - Scola racconta Fellini by Ettore Scola, At Berkeley by Frederick Wiseman, Sorcerer by William Friedkin (restored), My Darling Clementine by John Ford (restored), Le Mani sulla Città by Francesco Rosi (restored), La Bête Humaine by Jean Renoir (restored). I can't wait to see these restored classics on the big screen.
Moreover, screened at two independent sections of the Festival I would love to see some of the films independently chosen by the Italian Filmmakers Associations, and 100 Authors, and the 7 films (all debut films) chosen by a selected group of scholars.
Here's the link to Alberto Barbera's (Director of the 70th Festival) introduction:
"Thus, the past and the future of cinema symbolically join hands, in an edition of the Festival that looks to the future, in the conviction that its mission is far from over."
Alberto Barbera
Saturday, 20 July 2013
20 Years, Countless Thanks.
The time has come, 20 July, 20 years. I'm not a teenager anymore. Sometimes I really think I care too much about these things, I wonder a lot about time passing, dreams I fear I will never fulfill, and so on.
Instead of thinking about the negative side of this birthday, I have started thinking about what I have learned during my two decades, and about all the people who deserve a thank you for supporting me, with words, songs, films, with being my relatives, and friends.
My Dad, for teaching me how to really listen to music, how to read books, and how to love films. More than anything else, he taught me how to be modest, open-minded, and a dreamer. It's not random that one of our favourite song lines is "You may say I'm a dreamer."
My Mum, for teaching me how to go through life as a strong woman, thanks to her hard work, smile, and sacrifices I learned how to be independent, and brave enough to try, and go away.
My Brother, for teaching me how to face the obstacles life gives you without ever being ashamed, despite his being 6 years younger than me, he is one of the first people I go to when I need a hug and a good advice.
My three wonderful best friends, just for being there for me. Always, for as far as I can remember.
Chuck Palahniuk, for teaching me how to listen to people and collect stories from my life-experience.
James Matthew Barrie, for teaching me how to believe in fairies.
Bob Dylan, for teaching me the importance of words.
Coco Chanel, for teaching me the beauty of being a woman.
Aretha Franklin, for teaching me how to ask for RESPECT!
Leonard Cohen, for teaching me what poetry is.
Bruce Springsteen, for teaching me how to listen to the road and keep going.
Stanley Kubrick, for teaching me how to be a perfectionist.
Francois Truffaut, for teaching me how to see the tenderness of a good shot.
Alfred Hitchcock, for teaching me how to beat my biggest fears: by filming them.
Uma Thurman, for teaching me how to be an unconventional beauty.
Roberto Saviano, for teaching me how to be brave.
Dante Alighieri, for teaching me how to love the richness of Italian language.
Quentin Tarantino, for teaching me how to add a little bit of madness in what I do.
Marlon Brando, for teaching me the importance of showing a hidden story behind your eyes.
Pier Paolo Pasolini, for teaching me how to think outside the box.
Jack Nicholson, for scaring, and amazing me with every interpretation.
Robert De Niro, for being a costant inspiration, for being 69, and still amazing.
Julia Roberts, for teaching me the importance of a great smile.
Truman Capote, for capturing the essence of the American dream, through the eyes of Holly Golightly.
Pedro Almodovar, for trespassing the boundaries of social conventions, and re-inventing the concept of queer.
Katharine Hepburn, for her stubborness.
Audrey Hepburn, for her ecstatic, endless charm.
Charles Bukowski, for teaching me the obsession of writing.
Orson Welles, for teaching me the importance of interpretation, he made the United States believe in The War of the Worlds!
Johnny Depp, for being himself and everyone else, all at once.
Jean Luc Godard, for teaching people how to break the illusion of the camera and understand what cinema is.
J.K. Rowling, for teaching me how to believe in magic.
Bernardo Bertolucci, for teaching me how to dare for your own work of art.
Fabrizio De Andrè, for making me grow through his lyrics.
Freddie Mercury, for wanting to live forever.
Anthony Hopkins, for leaving me speechless everytime he acts.
Andy Warhol, for being so cool, and obsessed with beauty, but so fragile and scared at the same time.
Paul Schrader, for being my screenwriting inspiration.
Federico Fellini, for studying human psyche and dreams through his camera.
Federico Garcia Lorca, for being an outsider who made his soul talk.
To all the writers, poets, filmmakers, who made London the protagonist of their work, they made me fall in love with the city, they made me feel at home.
And, in the end, to all the great women and mothers of the world. By using Almodovar's words:
Instead of thinking about the negative side of this birthday, I have started thinking about what I have learned during my two decades, and about all the people who deserve a thank you for supporting me, with words, songs, films, with being my relatives, and friends.
JUST THANK YOU TO...
(Get ready, it's a long list.)My Dad, for teaching me how to really listen to music, how to read books, and how to love films. More than anything else, he taught me how to be modest, open-minded, and a dreamer. It's not random that one of our favourite song lines is "You may say I'm a dreamer."
My Mum, for teaching me how to go through life as a strong woman, thanks to her hard work, smile, and sacrifices I learned how to be independent, and brave enough to try, and go away.
My Brother, for teaching me how to face the obstacles life gives you without ever being ashamed, despite his being 6 years younger than me, he is one of the first people I go to when I need a hug and a good advice.
My three wonderful best friends, just for being there for me. Always, for as far as I can remember.
Chuck Palahniuk, for teaching me how to listen to people and collect stories from my life-experience.
James Matthew Barrie, for teaching me how to believe in fairies.
Bob Dylan, for teaching me the importance of words.
Coco Chanel, for teaching me the beauty of being a woman.
Aretha Franklin, for teaching me how to ask for RESPECT!
Leonard Cohen, for teaching me what poetry is.
Bruce Springsteen, for teaching me how to listen to the road and keep going.
Stanley Kubrick, for teaching me how to be a perfectionist.
Francois Truffaut, for teaching me how to see the tenderness of a good shot.
Alfred Hitchcock, for teaching me how to beat my biggest fears: by filming them.
Uma Thurman, for teaching me how to be an unconventional beauty.
Roberto Saviano, for teaching me how to be brave.
Dante Alighieri, for teaching me how to love the richness of Italian language.
Quentin Tarantino, for teaching me how to add a little bit of madness in what I do.
Marlon Brando, for teaching me the importance of showing a hidden story behind your eyes.
Pier Paolo Pasolini, for teaching me how to think outside the box.
Jack Nicholson, for scaring, and amazing me with every interpretation.
Robert De Niro, for being a costant inspiration, for being 69, and still amazing.
Julia Roberts, for teaching me the importance of a great smile.
Truman Capote, for capturing the essence of the American dream, through the eyes of Holly Golightly.
Pedro Almodovar, for trespassing the boundaries of social conventions, and re-inventing the concept of queer.
Katharine Hepburn, for her stubborness.
Audrey Hepburn, for her ecstatic, endless charm.
Charles Bukowski, for teaching me the obsession of writing.
Orson Welles, for teaching me the importance of interpretation, he made the United States believe in The War of the Worlds!
Johnny Depp, for being himself and everyone else, all at once.
Jean Luc Godard, for teaching people how to break the illusion of the camera and understand what cinema is.
J.K. Rowling, for teaching me how to believe in magic.
Bernardo Bertolucci, for teaching me how to dare for your own work of art.
Fabrizio De Andrè, for making me grow through his lyrics.
Freddie Mercury, for wanting to live forever.
Anthony Hopkins, for leaving me speechless everytime he acts.
Andy Warhol, for being so cool, and obsessed with beauty, but so fragile and scared at the same time.
Paul Schrader, for being my screenwriting inspiration.
Federico Fellini, for studying human psyche and dreams through his camera.
Federico Garcia Lorca, for being an outsider who made his soul talk.
To all the writers, poets, filmmakers, who made London the protagonist of their work, they made me fall in love with the city, they made me feel at home.
And, in the end, to all the great women and mothers of the world. By using Almodovar's words:
"To Bette Davis, Gena Rowlands, Romy Schneider…To all actresses who have played actresses, to all women who act, to men who act and become women, to all people who want to become mothers. To my mother."
Tuesday, 16 July 2013
Waiting for August
Even though I'm getting quite bored, and I really miss London, I'm very excited for all the things I am going to see during the next month.
First of all, if everything goes the right way, I'll spend a week in Cap d'Antibes, a family tradition since I was born, and, from there, I will keep you updated about Le Musee Picasso.
The collection is hosted inside the Chateau Grimaldi, which had been Picasso's house in 1946. Nowadays the collection presents 245 works by Pablo Picasso.
I have been there many times since my childhood, but every year I look at those works of art with different eyes. Art is a never-ending story, it follows the process of growing up, and great art never stops from surprising you.
Moreover, I will spend a day in Milan to see three exhibitions at Palazzo Reale. You all know about my obsession with Alfred Hitchcock, so I cannot miss Alfred Hitchcock in the Universal Pictures' Films. From the reviews I have read, the exhibition is supposed to be an hommage to the American period of the director, with many interactive rooms such as one dedicated to The Birds (1963) celebrating 50 years this year, and another dedicated to Bernard Hermann's soundtracks. If you happen to be in Milan, the exhibition will be held until September 22. Don't miss it!
Another exhibition I am going to see is Guido Crepax: Portrait of an Artist, dedicated to the comic book illustrator who invented the character of Valentina. His work is very interesting for me because it is very much connected to cinema and photography. This one will last until September 20.
Last, but not least, Palazzo Reale also hosts the exhibit: Modigliani Soutine and the Damned Artists - The Netter Collection. The collection presents 120 works of art signed by some of the most important artists who painted in Montparnasse at the beginning of the 20th Century, in which Jonas Netter played a key role as a talent scout. I'm very interested in this kind of artistic period, and in the charm the damned artists suscitate.
If you thought this post was over, you are completely wrong, because the best part hasn't come yet. I'm officially attending the Venice Film Festival, thanks to my badge as a film student. I have already booked my hotel on the splendid Giudecca, and I'm leaving on August 27 and coming back on September 4, in order to go back to London.
This isn't just a wonderful experience for my studies, but Venice is also my dad's hometown, and I'm very glad to have a week on my own to wander around the city.
Bernardo Bertolucci is going to be the President of Jury of this year's edition, Paul Schrader (very famous for being the New Hollywood screenwriter, starting from Taxi Driver) is going to be the President of the International Jury in the section called Orizzonti, and William Friedkin (director of The Exorcist) will be honored with the Golden Lion for lifetime achievement. I will keep you updated directly from the Lido, hoping to photograph some actors, and directors, and share everything with you. You can also find the latest updates here:
Starting from next week they will send me the Festival's programme, and I'll start organizing my calendar.
Meanwhile I'll keep working to save some money, and keep searching for a flat in London.
First of all, if everything goes the right way, I'll spend a week in Cap d'Antibes, a family tradition since I was born, and, from there, I will keep you updated about Le Musee Picasso.
The collection is hosted inside the Chateau Grimaldi, which had been Picasso's house in 1946. Nowadays the collection presents 245 works by Pablo Picasso.
I have been there many times since my childhood, but every year I look at those works of art with different eyes. Art is a never-ending story, it follows the process of growing up, and great art never stops from surprising you.
Another exhibition I am going to see is Guido Crepax: Portrait of an Artist, dedicated to the comic book illustrator who invented the character of Valentina. His work is very interesting for me because it is very much connected to cinema and photography. This one will last until September 20.
Last, but not least, Palazzo Reale also hosts the exhibit: Modigliani Soutine and the Damned Artists - The Netter Collection. The collection presents 120 works of art signed by some of the most important artists who painted in Montparnasse at the beginning of the 20th Century, in which Jonas Netter played a key role as a talent scout. I'm very interested in this kind of artistic period, and in the charm the damned artists suscitate.
If you thought this post was over, you are completely wrong, because the best part hasn't come yet. I'm officially attending the Venice Film Festival, thanks to my badge as a film student. I have already booked my hotel on the splendid Giudecca, and I'm leaving on August 27 and coming back on September 4, in order to go back to London.
This isn't just a wonderful experience for my studies, but Venice is also my dad's hometown, and I'm very glad to have a week on my own to wander around the city.
Bernardo Bertolucci is going to be the President of Jury of this year's edition, Paul Schrader (very famous for being the New Hollywood screenwriter, starting from Taxi Driver) is going to be the President of the International Jury in the section called Orizzonti, and William Friedkin (director of The Exorcist) will be honored with the Golden Lion for lifetime achievement. I will keep you updated directly from the Lido, hoping to photograph some actors, and directors, and share everything with you. You can also find the latest updates here:
Starting from next week they will send me the Festival's programme, and I'll start organizing my calendar.
Meanwhile I'll keep working to save some money, and keep searching for a flat in London.
This is going to be a great summer.
Monday, 15 July 2013
My Favourite Films of All Time - Part 4
Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans, F.W. Murnau (1927)
"For wherever the sun rises and sets, in the city's turmoil or under the open sky on the farm, life is much the same; sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet."
The Searchers, John Ford (1956)
"That'll be the day."
Rebel Without a Cause, Nicholas Ray (1955)
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"If I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused and I didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything. If I felt that I belonged someplace. You know?"
Juno, Jason Reitman (2007)
"Juno MacGuff: I think I'm in love with you.
Paulie Bleeker: You mean as friends?
Juno MacGuff: No... I mean for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know..."
Girl, Interrupted, James Mangold (1999)
"Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60s. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted."
Red, Krzysztof Kieslowski (1994)
"Perhaps you're the woman I never met."
The Breakfast Club, John Hughes (1985)
"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...
...and an athlete...
...and a basket case...
...a princess...
...and a criminal...
Does that answer your question?... Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club."
Thelma and Louise, Ridley Scott (1991)
"You finally got laid properly, I'm so proud."
Solaris, Andrej Tarkovskij (1972)
"You love that which you can lose, yourself, a woman, a country."
Gone With the Wind, Victor Fleming (1939)
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"No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."
"You finally got laid properly, I'm so proud."
Solaris, Andrej Tarkovskij (1972)
"You love that which you can lose, yourself, a woman, a country."
Gone With the Wind, Victor Fleming (1939)
.jpg)
_01.jpg)
_16.jpg)
"No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."
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