don't know much about RSAnimated, but this enormous white-board retelling of a speech entitled "the secret power of time" blows my mind. it brings me back to a PBS show that i can only think of in fragments. one where a slightly creepy artist drew space ships on a giant piece of butcher paper.
any one got a title for this one?
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criterion counsel: wow, my priorities are on a whole new planet.
I know it seems as if I'm obsessively posting about the master of French silent comedy, Jacques Tati lately, but I've been deeply immersed in his works over the last, sigh, two or months. Each layer I pull up just reveals another facet of how talented this director/comedian was, and how in contrast to the American comedies of the time, his sweet, near-ambient films were.
Mind my obsession, it will fade soon as Playtime (112)sadly, so sadly comes to an end.
Here, a smattering of trailers and clips that will give you just a hint at why I obsess ...
Just saw Bong Joon-ho's new film Mother and was just as completely stunned by it as I was by his earlier film Memories of Murder and his more popular monster flick The Host from a few years back. It's twisty and tangled and dips in to a skewed sort of Korean version of mom-son noir on occasion, and damn if I wasn't riveted for the entire film.
The films out in limited release and I highly recommend tossing a dollar or nine at it.
John Lasseter's Where The Wild Things Are test animation.
Back in the day when Disney was struggling (in a time called the '80s) and in the midst of a possible hostile takeover, a man who would be king (of PIXAR) named John Lasseter realized there might be something in using computers in animation. He presented the above test-clip to his superiors and they promptly fired the shit out of him.
Nonetheless, Lasseter went on to found PIXAR and now sleeps in a bed made of illegal elephant ivory. His pillows are made of cheetah fur I hear.
Headed off to the sunset climes of San Luis Obispo this afternoon and I've been dreaming of all the bits and pieces that make up a perfect road-trip mix. The Kinks, a favorite band of mine, always figure one way or another in to a great driving soundtrack.
Janus Films, Criterion's lord overseer, is putting Nobuhiko Obayashi’s House on the road in the months to come. Haven't seen it but it's some sort of bizarre 70s satire of pop culture that features a man who turns in to a pile of fruit a piano that eats women. Must see. Absolutely.
Don't believe me? Check out Obayashi's commercial for the the decidedly masculine scent ... MANDOM.
Makes me want to rustle some cattle. Or break some stallions. Or punch a bear.
It's almost my birthday, what's the chance someone can get Charles Bronson's reanimated corpse looking good enough to throw some MANDOM on and serve drinks?