Twitter has gone mental at the news that the venerable David Dimbleby has got his first tattoo at the age of 75, and it got us thinking about other tattoos we have known and loved. Not Cameron Diaz’ crappy cat print in the equally crappy The Counselor, mind. Ain’t no way we’re supporting Diaz, unless the tattoo artist gave her blood poisoning.
His name’s Wally Pfister. We so, so hope that’s a silent P.
At the age of 23, Kenton Bartlett has written, filmed, directed and produced a feature length film. Whilst taking some time out from making the rest of us feel inadequate, Bartlett has kindly agreed to give us the inside scoop on the making of Missing Pieces. This is one for all you budding directors out there – but be warned, making a film isn’t as easy as it looks…
Strange, romantic, thoughtful, touching and creepy all at once, this indie oddity from first-time filmmaker Kenton Bartlett was made on a shoestring budget but – one dodgy blonde wig aside – it doesn’t show.
God, things are sexy, aren’t they? So many things that there are, and all of them sexy. Baths, cooking, pithy conversations in a descending elevator – all you need is Anne Hathaway, some improbably witty back and forth with a chiselled titaniMAN, and boom – fruitful flesh-grappling is in the air. Except, of course, that it never is. Not really.
You watch a film where it goes from beginning to end, with no flashbacks at all, and you call yourself a hardened movie fan? Shame on you! It’s all about jumping through the plot, a little like dropping a needle at random on an old vinyl to see what plays next. It’s sudden, it’s fractured, it’s completely confusing… it’s sometimes a bit gimmicky. But, oh my, how we love a clock that tock ticks rather than tick tocks!
This week saw the first teaser trailer for the last instalment of Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy, The Dark Knight Rises, and we here at Best For Film were…well, there was a feeling that we’d seen it all before. The gloomy Gotham-scape, mumbled dialogue, lots of shadows and buildings and shiny digital compositions. It’s slick, and it’ll probably turn out to be a good end to a so-far great trilogy, but a tiny part of us was thinking: “It’s not as good as Memento, is it?”. Still, Nolan isn’t the first indie director to be lured in by the lights and financial muscle of Hollywood, as this handy list will attest to.
Tired of going to a bland old West End cinema, paying £8 for a popcorn combo and crying salty tears all the way through the latest piece of superhero big budget low quality rubbish, lamenting the state of exhibition practices these days? Do you long for the days of all nighters, of midnight movies, of dirty dive bars that stick a blanket to the wall as a makeshift screen? Well, you’re not the only one, as we pay tribute to the groups that are bringing movies out of the cinema, and re-igniting our love for the big screen.
Hey, you! Yeah, you! You look like the sort of guy who knows less than he should about Australian actors. Specifically, 43-year-old Australian actors who have starred in films ranging from drag queen comedies to period dramas via cannibal war flicks. Actors like Guy Pearce, in fact. Get yo’ass in here, boy, you’ve got a lot to learn…
Over the next couple of months, cinema-going Londoners won’t be able to move for all the exciting events and festivals cropping up on their doorstep. We’ve sifted through the bad, the ugly and that odd Japanese thing in Brick Lane to bring you the very best of what’s happening over the next month and a bit. These are the filmtastic treats we’re most looking forward to…