Sometimes the part of me that wants to right wins out over the part of me that wants to be loved. It’s at times like this when I want people to confirm to me that my movie/script/editing/whatever is not just cheese, but government cheese.
The rest of the time, though, I want what everyone else wants: to be fawned over by people who don’t mean what they say. At Hollywoodlog, Shane has compiled an interpretive guide for just such occasions, when you’re face-to-face, stripped of the protective layer of politesse offered by a new assistant, poor cell coverage, or that email-gobbling spam filter. [via Defamer]
Author: greg
When Assistants Can’t Help You
Sometimes the part of me that wants to right wins out over the part of me that wants to be loved. It’s at times like this when I want people to confirm to me that my movie/script/editing/whatever is not just cheese, but government cheese.
The rest of the time, though, I want what everyone else wants: to be fawned over by people who don’t mean what they say. At Hollywoodlog, Shane has compiled an interpretive guide for just such occasions, when you’re face-to-face, stripped of the protective layer of politesse offered by a new assistant, poor cell coverage, or that email-gobbling spam filter. [via Defamer]
At least you could mention my URL
“There are people who use their blogs to write, like, ‘Today I went to the cleaners,'” [aspiring blogger book agent Kate] Lee said.
Besides, I see “Today I went to the cleaners” more as a movie than a book.
At least you could mention my URL
“There are people who use their blogs to write, like, ‘Today I went to the cleaners,'” [aspiring blogger book agent Kate] Lee said.
Besides, I see “Today I went to the cleaners” more as a movie than a book.
Love the Cin, Hate the Cinner
And Kiarostami said editing was irrelevant. The Observer’s Andrew Anthony calls Michael Moore “arguably the most ideological and emotive editor since Sergei Eisenstein,” about as high as praise can get for a maker of agitprop. He points to Farenheit 9/11‘s powerful juxtaposition of criticism and humor, raw and manufactured images and predicts it could make an unprecedented “historic difference.”
But Moore, it seems, not only exaggerates or sometimes ignores inconvenient facts, he’s insufferably self-aggrandizing and unpopular with more refined movie folk; he has bodyguards and a limo, and sends his kid to private school. To the ideologically pure–the armchair Marxist readership of the Observer, presumably–he’s a hypocrite whose buzz-making and popularity are to be barely tolerated.
Hey, I hate Moore as much as the next guy, but it is exactly the unfettered pursuit of unadulterated dogma that got us in this mess (pick your mess; this isn’t a bloghdad post). And besides, how seriously can Anthony’s Man of The People criticism be taken when it’s being made in the lobby of the Majestic?
[via greencine, who’s got an excellent collection of Cannes wrapup coverage. ]
Love the Cin, Hate the Cinner
And Kiarostami said editing was irrelevant. The Observer’s Andrew Anthony calls Michael Moore “arguably the most ideological and emotive editor since Sergei Eisenstein,” about as high as praise can get for a maker of agitprop. He points to Farenheit 9/11‘s powerful juxtaposition of criticism and humor, raw and manufactured images and predicts it could make an unprecedented “historic difference.”
But Moore, it seems, not only exaggerates or sometimes ignores inconvenient facts, he’s insufferably self-aggrandizing and unpopular with more refined movie folk; he has bodyguards and a limo, and sends his kid to private school. To the ideologically pure–the armchair Marxist readership of the Observer, presumably–he’s a hypocrite whose buzz-making and popularity are to be barely tolerated.
Hey, I hate Moore as much as the next guy, but it is exactly the unfettered pursuit of unadulterated dogma that got us in this mess (pick your mess; this isn’t a bloghdad post). And besides, how seriously can Anthony’s Man of The People criticism be taken when it’s being made in the lobby of the Majestic?
[via greencine, who’s got an excellent collection of Cannes wrapup coverage. ]
Soon, all bloggers will have brokers, too
It’s Real Estate Monday in the blogosphere. The LES’s resident WASP, Lockhart Steele puts to rest all those inappropriate discussions about who owns the New York real estate industry with the launch of his new weblog, Curbed. It’s the Fleshbot of real estate porn.
Meanwhile, on the producing end, Paul, Javier & co have thrown open the doors on Archinect v2.0. The site’s as surprisingly massive as Time Warner Center, only good; as technologically advanced as Terminal 2E at Roissy, only still standing.
And not last or least, Chicagoist launched today, too; since architecture’s one of the few cool things going in Chicago [the cows were bad enough, people. HELLO!], they post a lot about architecture and buildings both significant and otherwise.
Soon, all bloggers will have brokers, too
It’s Real Estate Monday in the blogosphere. The LES’s resident WASP, Lockhart Steele puts to rest all those inappropriate discussions about who owns the New York real estate industry with the launch of his new weblog, Curbed. It’s the Fleshbot of real estate porn.
Meanwhile, on the producing end, Paul, Javier & co have thrown open the doors on Archinect v2.0. The site’s as surprisingly massive as Time Warner Center, only good; as technologically advanced as Terminal 2E at Roissy, only still standing.
And not last or least, Chicagoist launched today, too; since architecture’s one of the few cool things going in Chicago [the cows were bad enough, people. HELLO!], they post a lot about architecture and buildings both significant and otherwise.
Cannes, you believe it?
bwahahahaha.
I feel the same way about Michael Moore’s masterful PR march to the Palme d’Or as Patrick Lang, ex-Pentagon Middle East intelligence chief feels about how Cheney & co were utterly duped by the Iranian intelligence agency and their frontman, Ahmed Chalabi:
“[It was] one of the most sophisticated and successful intelligence [insert ‘buzz-generating’ here] operations in history… I’m a spook. I appreciate good work. This was good work.”
Cannes, you believe it?
bwahahahaha.
I feel the same way about Michael Moore’s masterful PR march to the Palme d’Or as Patrick Lang, ex-Pentagon Middle East intelligence chief feels about how Cheney & co were utterly duped by the Iranian intelligence agency and their frontman, Ahmed Chalabi:
“[It was] one of the most sophisticated and successful intelligence [insert ‘buzz-generating’ here] operations in history… I’m a spook. I appreciate good work. This was good work.”
Whistle must be going into turnaround
The terminal bureaucracy squanders treasure (and, in the case of the state), life in pointless, oft times criminal endeavours, whose true purpose is nothing more than make-work for those employed to demonstrate, in their inactive mass – the power of the institution.
The young, warped by an educational system selling them perpetual adolescence, mistake the battleground for the struggle: they believe that make-work in that one-time area of strife and creation, Hollywood, somehow conveys to them the status of actually working in the Movie Business. It is as if a picnicker at the Gettysburg Memorial Park considered himself a soldier.
David Mamet eviscerates development, “the Dadaist vision of movie-making,” in the Guardian
Whistle must be going into turnaround
The terminal bureaucracy squanders treasure (and, in the case of the state), life in pointless, oft times criminal endeavours, whose true purpose is nothing more than make-work for those employed to demonstrate, in their inactive mass – the power of the institution.
The young, warped by an educational system selling them perpetual adolescence, mistake the battleground for the struggle: they believe that make-work in that one-time area of strife and creation, Hollywood, somehow conveys to them the status of actually working in the Movie Business. It is as if a picnicker at the Gettysburg Memorial Park considered himself a soldier.
David Mamet eviscerates development, “the Dadaist vision of movie-making,” in the Guardian
My People, My Ironing People
Cue up the Neil Diamond. Like a boatload of immigrant philosophers, chasing in this Continent’s divinely appointed promises, the magically aestheticized transcendance of the twin landscapes of Caspar David Friedrichian Nature and Henri Fantin Latourian Domesticity, Extreme Ironing is comin’ to America.
I only care because I care enough to have made a movie about ironing, Extremely Sentimental Ironing, you might say, which was set in that Land of Milk and Honey where Asian and Central American immigrants step into the dreams once pursued by Mormon pioneers from Western Europe.
[Note: If all you want is someone to read the Times for you unembellished, watch ,a href=”http://www.ny1.com”>NY1.]
My People, My Ironing People
Cue up the Neil Diamond. Like a boatload of immigrant philosophers, chasing in this Continent’s divinely appointed promises, the magically aestheticized transcendance of the twin landscapes of Caspar David Friedrichian Nature and Henri Fantin Latourian Domesticity, Extreme Ironing is comin’ to America.
I only care because I care enough to have made a movie about ironing, Extremely Sentimental Ironing, you might say, which was set in that Land of Milk and Honey where Asian and Central American immigrants step into the dreams once pursued by Mormon pioneers from Western Europe.
[Note: If all you want is someone to read the Times for you unembellished, watch ,a href=”http://www.ny1.com”>NY1.]
Muschamp/Koolhaas Piss Me Off. Again
But not how you think. I was really getting into my Muschamp- and Koolhaas-weary groove. So when Herbert opened his review of Rem’s new Seattle Central Library, with this sentence, I was working up my jaded, righteous indignation: “In more than 30 years of writing about architecture, this is the most exciting new building it has been my honor to review.”
But not only is the review NOT annoying, it’s excellent, enthralling, even. And the building sounds phenomenal. I AM SO PISSED. The diagram above, for example, shows how OMA transformed the client’s activities and requirements into the structure of the building–which it does, and with dramatic, remarkable and usable effect. Damn. Fine stuff.