Film Fests

So, here I am on the coast. Not only am I screening a huge number of films every month here at the branch but somehow, through luck, through persistent volunteerism and, for a while there, absolute stir-craziness, I managed to secure a spot on the Mendocino Film Fest board. Somehow it seemed fitting, after all these years of enjoying, evangelizing, promoting, exhibiting film, to be invited to join such an august crew. But then I thought, where in the heck am I going to find the time? How am I going to fit in the seeming hundreds of hours required to pull off the festival in the fantastic fashion it was pulled off this year? Will I be able to do this archival thing that I long to do for them, to make sense of all their old papers, posters, film and ephemera? Well. Can't worry too much about the future. Let's see where that goes but I know one thing for certain: this year's festival was a blast!

I was brought on board two weeks before the festival began. Did I have any clue as to what my duties were going to be? Nope, not until almost day of show. Ended up securing a plum duty spot as house manager at the Oddfellows Hall, a sort of combo ticket booth/meet and greet zone/swag spot and check in area for the film makers. All very easy once all the pieces were in place. The hardest thing? Figuring out where all the switches were that lit and powered the hall but after that it was very easy, comforting and lovely, partly due to the book themed art display left around for us to groove on through the weekend. Coffee was provided by Thanksgiving coffee, wine set up by various complementary vineyards, swag bags filled and passed along by our fantastic board members and volunteers. I was graced with working with two very incredible ladies who managed to make all the box office concerns disappear whenever I had questions. I was also pleased to work with a since-the-beginning-days-of-the-fest crew at the hospitality table who seemed to know everyone, greeted everyone and everybody with a smile and helped me get over all and every conceivable rough spot that came my way when I was flying solo on Friday afternoon.

Highlights? Goodness, their were so many! The wide variety of film, the dedication of the crew, board and volunteers, the happy hearts of the community and visitors grooving on the fest all over town. One of the most magical moments was being able to watch movies unspool in the main festival tent where I was lucky enough to catch not only one but two of the Alloy Orchestra shows. They performed music to accompany old silent slapstick shorts as well as Buster Keaton's The General. Incredible! The tent billowed like some sort of animated wild beasty in the gusty Pacific ocean winds but it held and the audience was held in thrall as well. I was also given a ticket to attend a film makers cocktail party at the end of a road there in Mendocino, held in a wonderfully renovated and upscale Victorian home, jam packed with film folk, donated wines, wonderful appetizers, incredible art and a view, well, that view! Wow!

I just can't wait for another pass at working alongside such wonderful folk. In the meantime I hope to archive the works of many years, make sense of their film collection, do volunteer work with them whenever I can fit it in. In the meantime I have three different film programs going on here at the branch which are keeping me busy and happy as well. The license has a lot to do with Measure A but the rest is all about persistence, a love, hell, make that passion, for the art of film and a willingness to be there with film lore and popcorn to dispense to even the smallest of audiences.

Being here on the coast has taken the Futon Cinema to a whole new level and I am beyond pleased. Time for more. Let's go screen some flicks, shall we?

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Sharing the rush

Movie watching for me is always best when it's a shared, communal activity. Sure, watching a movie all by your lonesome is a modern, practical and sometimes necessary affair. Folks and friends always seem to be busy when you want to watch one of your favorites, be it the eighteenth screening of Citizen Kane or  a midnight showing of the Crawling Eye. No matter, because with today’s technology you could be on a desert island (hopefully with a large cache of dry cell batteries) and stream all your personal favorites on your pad or cell device with no one else around to bother you in your solitary pursuit. But thinking about it, how much fun would that be, sitting there under a palm tree, squinting into your wee little screen and missing out on all the thrills and joys of being shipwrecked? Why jack into a flick on a tiny handheld device when you could be enjoying, instead, all those grand floor to ceiling sunsets that Pacific Islanders swear by? Now that, baby, is what Technicolor is all about!

Last night I finally got around to screening Alien with my oldest. As I have related before he is now off at the university, learning all there is to know about Media Studies. He knows how to wield a hand held camera and his video editing skills are well known and highly desired in his post high school set. But, after a lifetime of watching easy going film and animation he found himself floundering in the world of what I would consider "real" film. He had his Disney, Burton, Miyazaki and Michael Bay conversations down pat but lacked the polish and depth that a knowledge of Capra and Scorcese and Kurosawa might add to his party talk and student papers. I felt it was my fatherly duty to show him the cinematic ropes, sort of like the way that other dads would show their kids to shoot a gun or dive for pearls. Like my mother before me, I felt that sharing movies, transporting my kid through the world of film, would be a ball, an eye opener and renewal in the fine art of watching and talking about flicks in the company of a fellow enthusiast.

Aliens has been on our "must see" list for quite a while now. We had it in the Halloween stack three years ago but Terminator, heavy, violent and cultish, washed away any chance of our watching anything else that was even remotely scary. But we worked up to this year, taking horror and suspense and sci-fi titles in stride. Some films still have that undesired effect of having him lose precious sleep but others, in their culturally significant way, needed to be seen, sleep be damned. So we watched the Ridley Scott classic unspool in the dark of night, late enough to get the room to that level of optimal darkness, early enough to allow for supper out and an adequately large helping of coconut cream pie afterwards.

Watching that movie together allowed for mutual jolts of haunted house thrills, allowed for both of us to squeal like little girls when spooky things jumped out of the shadows. But more than that what that time in front of the set allowed for was not only a joint appreciation of the storytelling art displayed on the screen but also for the continued telling of tales that our shared movie watching allowed for. Later on he can look back and say, hey, remember when we watched that xyz flick and I’ll be able to nod and acknowledge that moment when we did. Knowing that boy of mine and his penchant for telling tales I am assured that those hours spent on our beat leather couch perched in front of that old Panasonic of mine will not be in vain. Those moments will live on, something to be shared later on as he unspools his favorites to his kids in some faraway time and place. Somehow I know that he'll hark back and remember me, remember those hours of shared movie bliss.

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Grand new time!

The venue is different, the passion the same.

Much time has passed since I last graced these pages and with that passing has come a lot of changes: new town, new theaters, new position and new additions to the collection. My son has grown up and moved on from being a mere animation grazing animal to a more well rounded cineste, so much so that last night he laughed when I wanted to screen Monster, something I had just bought and brought home fresh from the pawn shop.

Living in a larger city has its benefits. The theaters here in Boise are plentiful and lovely. We have Imax, many beautiful and technically clean first run house and plenty of dollar theaters to keep up with all those second run features. There is an art house up the street, the Flicks, that presents many of the same kinds of features that we used to screen at The Historic Orchard. The beauty of that venue is that they have a full kitchen, a wet bar and a video store attached to the premises. And they have four screens. It’s truly a lot of bang for the buck for an intermountain city.

Movie collecting here has been something else, too, with a large number of second hands around the region to feed my habit. VHS tapes go for as low as fifty cents a pop, which is fine for all those titles that never crossed over to disc or are foreign or just too hard to resist. Pawn shops have been feeding my DVD jones in a big way, with 1^st National Pawn leading the way at two dollars a feature. I tend to come home with bags of movies these days without any real reason to load up on them other than the sheer volume of cool and interesting titles out there to be had at very low prices. With the dearth of video stores out there it leaves the big box stores and places like Hastings to feed the need and the bins at the pawns. I can only hope that the home movie craze goes on and on for many years. If not, well, there are always second run movie houses and Redbox!

The Boy lives with me part time while he attends BSU. Of all the degrees in the whole wide world he chooses to pursue it’s one in Media Studies. That leaves him tending camera at the local community access station, editing films for old student pals and coming home to pour through the film cache, dreaming up double and triple bills for us to watch in our increasing short and valuable off time.

Gone are the days when I would wake and go to sleep with movies burning. I am happy to have enough time to watch a movie a day, and if I’m lucky I’ll have enough time to screen two or three a day on the weekends. But the onset of spring and the calling of summer in the distance I know that many other things will be bartering for my time. I have signed up to volunteer at a local Shakespeare fest and that’s a good thing. I know that the foothills and local bike trails will take up my time as well. Summer means sleepovers and the kid’s taste in movies is certainly much different than mine and that’s all well and good. It’s about time to catch up on all the wonderful animation and family films that I haven’t seen over the last two or three years.

Leaving Port Orchard meant leaving behind a possible career in movie exhibiting but now, instead, I am working through the classics, the cult, the highs and the lows of films with a young guy that needs my guidance, my patience, my deep pockets, to help make that film history something other than a dry slog through a text book. I feel that in giving up Futon Cinema for awhile I was able to fall back and regroup, lay in a ton of film and at the same time reset my passion. I banked the fire and it has kept me warm.

Come, sit on down, let’s screen a few more films together! 

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Select audience

The Fourth Kind. Hmmm, not necessarily the film I would have chosen to be inducted into in my little town's Super Secret Movie Club, but then, any flick would have served the purpose.

Maybe "super secret" is a bit of a stretch, and maybe "club" is too formal a word to describe it. It certainly wasn't and isn't open to the public. It wasn't a fanboy moment or a midnight screening or a paid admission to pre-premiere. It was just a gathering of a special sort of tribe, a young, smart and kicky group of aficinandos, of movie heads, of great unsung popcorn slingers and college bound assistant managers. It was a late summer night, just another weeknight for some, a definitely later than usual night for me. But what more could I ask for? A different crowd, sure, but a bunch of kindred spiritis doing exactly what I would be doing at home but doing it out and about and in front of a big screen, instead.

I had no idea that this subculture I joined up with a month ago would open up so many new avenues of approach for me. Movie passes, sure, that I could grok to but having keys to the movie house and access to the projection booth is like having keys to the Kingdom of Celluloid. With a lightbox, open spigots of pop and a handful of dvds one's world changes overnight. Or, at the very least, and in this case, at least for one night.

I know that when and where that special time arrives when I am draped with the sacred managerial mantle that I won't have this group around me to help me take advantage of the space and time and the auditorium like this group did with me tonght. I am sure that I will have to look more closely at the bottom line, pay attention to how those extra hours of energy use add up, see where those extra ounces of flavored corn syrup are going to. Right now I am not in charge, I am not accountable, I am not the one signing on the dotted line. I am just a newbee, a volunteer worker bee, another one of the pack, in this case, the newest of the bunch, the funny old guy who sweats buckets fretting over the threading of the projector.

But that didn't stop those youngsters from inviting me along to participate in the Super Secret Movie Club tonight and for that little gesture I am glad. I felt like it should have come along with a decoder ring, a gilded card for my wallet. I was the kind of thing that should have a super secret handshake to go along with it. Maybe when I am boss I will expect that, turn that little after hours movie club into a sort of speakeasy experience. In order to get the popcorn you need to whisper to the usher a password at the door. Instead of all that tonight I experienced the wonderfulness of youth and got to immerse myself in laughter, friendship and a light sort of cinematic spontaniety that had me racing back to catch one of the cheesiest horror films I have seen in ages.

They may not be my people, but tonight we were all pals, a band of late night movie goers, a group with a purpose and a plan in mind, even if that plan was just to suffer through a silly movie together. That's what clubs do, you know! Share both the pain AND the glory!

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The lure of the free pass

To paraphrase Gordon Gecko: "Free is good".

As you know I have plenty of free time on my hands these days. I wake up, look at my schedule, figure in my volunteer duties, my job search needs and then plot out the day. As much as I hustle I do find that I hit some dead spots on my calendar come mid week. For most folks that has to be the ultimate luxury. For me it's just business as usual.

So, how do I handle it? Okay, let's just say that I have a free Wednesday afternoon. It's a sunny out, sure, but then it is August in the Northwest. The options on how to fill a day are somewhat endless. There is plenty of yardwork to do, any number of drives I can take. I can work on my resume, continue to search for jobs. I could work on my house, paint my bathroom, empty out the cottage, pick up a book, try a new recipe, get on the phone or take a walk. Sure, I could always second hand or take a nap or snack, heck, it wouldn't be beyond me to open up a bottle of wine, get out the grill and pop a half dozen cd's in the stereo, blow the afternoon away. Sure, it IS summertime, but buddy, this has turned out to be the longest summer vacation I have EVER had. A day off is not so much a treat at times, it sometimes turns into a burden. You want to use your days well, not squander them, make them count.

Then again, there are those days where you just want to screw around and do squat.


That's when I crank up the 'net, get on my "employers" website and see what's playing in their stable of movie houses around the region. I am not on the payroll, and I don't even have an official status outside of my boss's made up term for my volunteer status: "managerial intern". But those hours I work in the evenings five days a week are movie house gold. I turn that time that could be used for gold bricking into adding to my skill set and, in turn, turn that time sweating it out in front of the projector into free movie matinees.


It's been a different experience taking in the movies that way. I walk up to the door, tell them who I am, where I work, what I want to see. No passes, no id cards, no one calling to verify my employment. It's strange and wonderful and slightly schoolboyish, having a movie auditorium practically all to myself midday. I haven't had that kind of fun on the job since my old drive in days. Instead of taking a car load of buddies to the movies I haul my bones to the theater and walk right on in as if I own the place.


To date I've caught Inception, The Other Guys and Scott Pilgrim vs the World. I have an old friend that I'll take to the movies later on this week, in that wee window of afternoon time I have available right prior to my evening shift. I am getting closer all the time to actually, possibly, hopefully, coming on board full time at my little local theater. But in the end, even if that doesn't work out, even if I bag another 40 hour position that takes me out of that wonderful movie house experience I will still find time to hang out, volunteer my time, stay on the "payroll" as it were and continue to generate not only goodwill but free movie passes. It may not be a retirement package or a health program I'm enrolled in but for the moment those movie passes feel like a paid vacation, and the thrills I get out of walking in the door gratis are about a great a thing I can think of to take the edge off this job search weary heart of mine.


Good things come to those who wait or, better yet, who hustle their butts as a volunteer out in the community.


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The Grand: now here's a local movie house that does that "volunteer a shift/get a free movie pass" thing right:
http://www.grandcinema.com/

Laserdisc central

Okay, just what I needed. Another format, another platform to play movies on. It's already tough enough finding time to watch all the movies I currently have in house, but, you see, I keep seeing these large, glistening discs all over town and I had this intense desire to see how they looked, how they played on my big analog set. I knew that I was still a few years away from Bluray, from a high def set to play those discs on. I knew that I really didn't have a right to drag yet another piece of gear into my life but the desire alone gave me another reason to get out of the house, gave me one more thing to look for when I went out and about on my second hand shopping excursions. It's a good thing, really, to be able to broaden the focus. Well, maybe. Goodness, what does it matter, all this philosophical bantering? I am now in for a penny, in for about a hundred bucks.

BUT! You see, it wasn't a bad deal as deals go. I wasn't looking for it, but I have had it on my mind for a quite a while now. I saw a nice videodisc deck last December when I was in Seattle, at that new Goodwill there in Ballard. Big as a vinyl record turntable, heavy, clean. I kept seeing titles around town that I wanted to buy, but, what was the point? I didn't have anything to play them on. So I let things go, as well we should. And then the Hollywood store closings changed the game for a while, kept my focus on finding Criterion prints there on the cheap. And that, dear readers, is really what started this whole affair. The high cost of Criterion prints out in the world, the big box bookstores, even online. I wanted to somehow beat that, and well, ask long enough and the gods hear your supplications.

I walked into Goodwill yesterday with a ten spot in my pocket, thought to myself, cool, I'll go in and find a handful of movies, blow a couple, three bucks, take off to do other things with my day. And indeed I did find a couple movies right off the bat to take home. A remastered copy of Snow White. A Hong Kong print of Iron Monkey II. I was thrilled. Then, baby, the thrill was gone. I saw out of the corner of my eye a HUGE collection of laserdiscs in the book aisle. Well, all big, new to the store, fancy looking collections must be checked out. What a freaking mistake that was. BUT, and here's the big but, what caught my eye right away was the Criterion name on top of the packaging. I knew right then and there I was doomed.

What a nice small haul it was, considering the label. Brazil. Shine. Chasing Amy. Seven. Robocop. Silverado. Four bucks each. Clean, no scratches, great box sets, lots of features, lots of pluses. Okay, but what good were they going to do me without a player to play them on? Well, lo and behold, off to the right, on the electronics shelf, now conveniently placed a couple feet from the movies was a Pioneer deck, clean, with a manual, fifteen bucks. Damn and double damn!

So, I walked out of the store with a player, those above mentioned Criterion prints, a nice Clint Eastwood box set containing a documentary and all the Dirty Harry films and a handful of other titles including unopened copies of Young Frankestein and The Return of the Pink Panther. I left behind a number of great movies titles that I may go back and look for later on, well, maybe, after I pay the lights and gas. No good having that new player around if there's no juice in the sockets to play it with!

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How Stuff Works: The Projector

Wow! Now the mystery of what the projectionist does up there in the booth is revealed! Just the little video attached to this article is worth seeing if you want to get a feel for what my projectionist experience has all about! The gear that I work with doesn't have automatic rewinding, as it's an older model and doesn't come with any modern bells and whistles but everything else in that video is spot on. I can practically use this as a tutorial on those days when I could use a little mental brushing up on the ins and outs of threading a projector! Enjoy!

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How Stuff Works:
http://www.howstuffworks.com/movie-projector.htm/printable

Here's another take on the projectionist's art:
http://www.hometheaterhifi.com/volume_6_2/feature-anightintheprojectionbooth.html

Small town movie house

I got lucky, plain and simple.

A month or so ago I decided to take a walk down the block to see the manager of our little local art house theater to see if he could use my volunteer services again. As I strolled up to the door I saw the manager do a double take. He was in the lobby talking to an old friend of his, another pal who was deep into the movie business, and as I came in he related to me that he had just brought up my name just a second before I walked up to the door. As it goes my old friend, the young manager of the movie house, was looking to get out from under the duty of running the place and thought I might be interested. Looking into his eyes I could tell he was a bit weary and that he needed a break. Two full time jobs, a handful of kids, a newborn, yeah, a busy life will do that to a man. So, of course, I said to him, "sure, when do I start?"

So, a few weeks ago I got into the saddle and have been riding hard ever since. Five days a week I train and I sweat and in the midst of it all I am finding that I am truly having one hell of a good time. I work with dandy, talented and enthusiastic young staff, all of them real, true movie heads. They are all well versed on film new and old, watch them at all hours all the while doing all sorts of other young gal and guy stuff, hanging out with friends, gaming, attending classes, playing music, taking trips into the city to, of course, catch rare and delightful movies that don't always make their way across the pond to the peninsula.

It's a grand bit of volunteer duty, learning everything from the fine art of making movie popcorn (one scoop of p-corn, one large spoonful of specialty oil and one small touch of a delightful mystery powder that truly turns plain old popcorn into movie house gold!), to cleaning windows and scrubbing sinks. These days I find myself doing wonderfully mundane things like sweeping floors, changing the letters on the marquee, building and breaking down films and, most importantly, threading the projector. Believe it or not I turned away from volunteering with this bunch last fall because I just couldn't wrap my head around the ins and outs of that damn piece of machinery. But this week I successfully threaded not just one but two films perfectly, much to my satisfaction and to the quiet amazement of my college bound colleague.

Love that job, love the endless popcorn, the movie passes to other houses in the chain, the midnight screenings to check out the films we built only hours before. I love the camraderie, the spirit, the walls up in the projection booth papered with films I've seen, I own or have immense respect and love for, sight unseen. I think that if nothing else happens, if this job only lasts a few months, I will look back at this moment, at this chance to run my little local movie house, as the watershed career moment I have been craving for years, a job I truly wanted and needed and just didn't know it at the time.

Gosh, screen 'em, Dano!

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Exploding clowns

There is nothing more satisfying on a beautiful summer's day than a morning wasted on a direct-to-dvd, 100% certified "B" feature. The sun is shining, the air cool and inviting, the morning stretches out before me like a magic carpet and in the midst of all that God given beauty I found comfort squandering a bit of this preciously short and sweet life on Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball.

Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 28. Allmovie didn't bother to rate it all. I am sure if I really wanted somebodies opinion I could find it right away online, but, you know, I really don't care to hear what those poobutts have to say. It wasn't an Academy award winner or a Sundance film I was in the mood for this morning. I wanted something to get me past this seriously bad attack of grown up itus I am suffering from. No, I don't want to go to work or even look for it, I want a summer vacation, I want to sit on the beach, have little mamasitas bring grilled fish and coconut pie to me while I rest, somewhat borracho, under the shade of ratty ass palapa somewhere down on the Mexican Riviera.

The Smokin' Aces films are the kind you put on if you can't get away, if your summer vacations look like anything close to mine. Better yet, they're the kind of movies you want close at hand when the buzz of that inexpensive Merlot you were nursing has worn off and you have a bit of latent sugar energy coursing through your veins that you need to burn off. Anymore these days I have a hell of time making it to two or three in the morning when movies like this really do the trick. There are nights when I wake up with all the worries of the world nestled right next to my head on my fluffy down pillow where a movie like SA2 would really fit the bill. This morning, well, I was wide awake, antsy, a bit bored and it suited my needs perfectly!

It wasn't the kind of movie I would want to chase down if only had a couple bucks in my pocket. There wasn't a class A director attached to it and there wasn't really a stellar line up of stars tacked onto it, either, but those who turned out for it were grand. Tom Beringer? Goodness, where has he been? Vinnie Jones? Always a pleasure. The rest of the names and faces of the rest of the cast are somewhat familiar and yet lost on me. Some were carry overs from the original film (SA2, by the way, if you care to know, is a prequel..somehow we couldn't let loose of those endearing manaical characters who survived the 2007 action comedy slip away without slipping another check into their pockets..) many were just celluloid faces, stock action film character actors, some atrocious, some spot on, but most..well, what's the point of being critical? This film had was made for popcorn and a chaser not the red carpet treatment.

Truly, it was a bit of mindless summer fun. Wickedly good looking ninja star wielding pistol packin' gals, hilarious rednecks toting oversized military weapons, English footballer types utilizing the most foul (possibly Craftsman) tools around to extract pain from clients, heck, it even had exploding dwarfs being shot from a circus cannon. Tell me, does any film that qualifies for the Palme d'Or have any of that going for it?

I can't say when this movie will ever screen again around here but as for my satifying my needs today? Yeah, it was golden! Now, anyone care to sit and catch a little bit of Ingmar Bergman or Woody Allen?

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Cornucopia of film

It wasn't enough that Hollywood Video decided to go out of business and had to sell off all their titles. That act of contrition left me hurtin' and outrageously broke, all that chasing down of titles up and down the coast and all over the Northwest, all those well thought out price concious sales, taking each and every store in the country running down their inventory one by one, customers wiping out rare and special titles at any given price, leaving all too many at lower and ever lower prices until I found myself going back for more and more stock that I either didn't have, passed over at higher prices or stuff I just plain didn't see before.

So, there's that, the passing of Hollywood and the loading up of my cinema larder. Not that THAT hasn't been going on for years thanks to Goodwill and all the regional pawn shops. Yeah, thank you, God of Flickers. Yes, I was and am a happy man. Now, just when I am overloaded and somewhat satiated, with flicks piled up all around the house, they both lower their prices on films. Fifty cents a throw for tapes, two bucks for a DVD, and, if I am so inclined and want to find titles on Blu-ray for my kids, I can get those for ten dollars a throw or less.

I am sitting on shipper box after banana box filled to the brim with movies, quite a few of which I have never seen before, only read about or heard about or was just intrigued by the jacket art and blurb. And then, just when you would think it was safe to settle in and watch a couple movies a night at home what happens? I suddenly have free access to the whole local movie house chain I volunteer for! I have to say that that last part is an outrage! Don't they know I just don't have time for new films when I have all that old stuff to watch? Damn, just when I thought I was going to get ahead of the game.

I know one thing I have to do and need to do it soon, if anything for the sake of posterity and insurance claims and that's to do a thorough inventory of my stock, type up a list of all the titles I have, if anything just so I can go against the 1001 Movies I Must Watch Before I Die, or whatever the title of that book is called. I know I have quite a few to catch up on, even more to watch again. If that were the only thing I ever had to do in this world I would be happy, but man, a guy has to earn a living...

Oh, okay, there we go! Roger Ebert, old buddy, move on over or at least train me to follow up in your footsteps or something! My heart and my pocket book are in the right place! I must put all those movies, new, old and upcoming, to good use! Oh like, maybe, watch them? Okay, well, I have time for at least a couple flicks tonight...the line up for this evening are Lumet's Night Falls on Manhattan and Eric Red's horror fest Body Parts. Why I am not watching the recently purchased Slave Girls From Beyond Infinity or the Roger Corman like, early Jack Nicholson biker flick Rebel Rousers is beyond me. Oh well, there's always tomorrow morning!

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On the couch with Jane: We all want to be found

I somehow stumbled on this film back in the summer of '05. Where I found it I can't be sure. Was it in the branch collection? On the "new arrivals" shelf at Hollywood Video? It doesn't matter now but somehow it went toe to toe with your viewing of Spanglish that long ago summer. You were desparate to get me to watch Spanglish. You watched it once on your own, on one of those famous popcorn/movie Sundays, then you tuned into it again when your sis came by for a visit. Somehow THAT love story caught your eye, one that was sweetly tragic, patently sad, a story of unfulfilled, unrequited love.

I, in turn, really took to that very same theme delivered up, Tokyo style, in Lost in Translastion. Maybe it was the protagonists in our respective films that made that tragic sad message resonate. I loved watching Bill Murray suffer, hated watching him pile back into his taxi, one that would take him to the airport, back to his insufferable wife, to his stullifying life. I studied those two films back to back and maybe, because the time is right, because it's a solid five years since I've seen those two films together on the same playbill, that I need to watch them this weekend. to see if the message is still the same, see if those characters still speak to me after all those years.

We've lived a hard five years since we talked about those movies under that shade tree, the one on the edge of that red dirt j-high track, the one down and around the corner from the path through the berry brambles where we once feasted on sunripened berries. It's been a long time since I've watched Spanglish, and I am sure it's only because I knew once I did I would be flooded with memories of that hot, bothersome and wistfully painful summer. But then, see, that's what those movies were all about, about love sipped, lightly tasted then set down, put away. That love was too heady of a brew, too heavy of a meal, a sweetly poisonous repast that we had to taste and leave behind if only because, from watching the movies, we already knew what the ending would be all about.

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http://thehighhat.com/Nitrate/002/lost_in_translation.html


Roger Ebert's take on Lost in Translation:

http://www.franciste.com/images/art_pieces/lost_in_translation.jpg


LA Times: 50 Tokyo taxi toppers:
http://www.latimesmagazine.com/2010/05/50-tokyo-taxi-tops.html

Now you tell me!

"Film Projectors

In 2005, less than 100 movie screens in the United States used digital projectors. Now there are close to 16,000 digital cinema screens, with over 5,000 of them having stereoscopic (3-D) capabilities. Digital film projectors allow a cleaner and crisper viewing experience compared to traditional film projectors, which often makes the picture scratch or break. Movie studios are also pulling for the full digital revolution, as it saves them significant costs in making film prints and shipping them to and from the theaters in bulky metal containers. "

Excerpt from 11 Technologies in Danger of Going Extinct

And all I have to say is "Great! Now you tell just when I finally have a handle on threading that damn projector!

Action!

Full article below..oh yeah, say goodbye to your fax machine and e-book reader, too!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/11technologiesindangerofgoingextinct;_ylt=AvqMsSCZSMGP4dHb14__1OdH2ocA;_ylu=X3oDMTQybnJydWFxBGFzc2V0A2xpdmVzY2llbmNlLzIwMTAwODAzLzExdGVjaG5vbG9naWVzaW5kYW5nZXJvZmdvaW5nZXh0aW5jdARjY29kZQNtb3N0cG9wdWxhcgRjcG9zAzUEcG9zAzUEc2VjA3luX3RvcF9zdG9yaWVzBHNsawMxMXRlY2hub2xvZ2k-