WEEK 54

THANKSGIVING BREAK/ CATCH-UP TIME!
BE BACK IN 2 WEEKS!
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realism:
The pilgrims (who did not even call themselves pilgrims) did not come here seeking religious freedom; they already had that in Holland. They came here as part of a commercial venture. One of the very first things they did when they arrived on Cape Cod -- before they even made it to Plymouth -- was to rob Wampanoag graves at Corn Hill and steal as much of the Indians' winter provisions as they were able to carry. (Suppressed 1970 Speech of Wamsutta (Frank B.) James, Wampanoag.)

WEEK 53

53. THE SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE, dir. VICTOR ERICE, 1973

i have wanted to see this for so long.
everyone i know who has seen it goes on and on saying how mesmerizing it is.
i'm very very excited about this one.
although i am suddenly a bit behind in film orgy pics, nothing better than a film you desperately want to see to get you back in watching mode. yesssss.

WEEK 52

52. THE FILMS OF HILARY HARRIS, dir. HILARY HARRIS, 2006 (compiled)

Organism [1975]
9 Variations [1966]
Highway [1958]
Longhorn [1951]

WEEK 51

51. DAY FOR NIGHT, dir. FRANCOIS TRUFFAUT, 1973

jacques tourneur has been a film orgy revelation, first with CAT PEOPLE, and again with THE LEOPARD MAN. i thoroughly enjoyed last week's pick, from the brilliant opening shots through the clicking of castanets to the twisted (if tidy) ending. so moody and great fun.

this week: truffaut i've yet to see.

WEEK 50

50. THE LEOPARD MAN, dir. JACQUES TOURNEUR, 1943

HAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPYYYY HHHHAAAALLLLOWWWWEEEEEENNNNNNN.
the best holiday.
and in celebration, a revisiting of jacques tourneur + val lewton (of the glorious cat people of posts of yore).
viva halloween!

WEEK 49

49. THE PUBLIC ENEMY, dir. WILLIAM WELLMAN, 1931

WEEK 48

48. WHITE NIGHTS, dir. TAYLOR HACKFORD, 1985

the poster tag line is killer.
today was not a very good day.
this may seem an ill-fitting film orgy pick in comparison with weeks 1-47, which kind-of-generally-but-i-guess-not-always follow the loose trend of enabling us to slowly but surely make it down our films-i-need-to-see-before-i-die lists.
white nights might not make the cut but
i haven't seen this since i was a kid, and i loved it then.
twyla tharp did the choreography,
and though i have a feeling it will feel very dated and/or convoluted in terms of narrative, good dance never goes out of style, and, not having seen it since i was maybe 8 or 9, i'm really in the mood for this mid-80s mikhail baryshnikov - gregory hines vehicle. this baby clocks in at over two hours, so my main concern: more dance, less KGB-impregnated plot.
{haneke discussion to come}