“I was shocked and disheartened by the news of Jafar Panahi and Mohammed Rasoulof’s conviction and sentencing. It’s depressing to imagine a society with so little faith in its own citizens that it feels compelled to lock up anyone with a contrary opinion. As filmmakers, we all need to stand up for Panahi and Rasoulof. We should applaud their courage and campaign aggressively for their immediate release.”—
How about most of Flowers of Shanghai? Technically, the scenes are in a brothel, but the men are drinking and playing drinking games, and the long, one-take scenes are hypnotic. They make me feel like I’m getting some kind of buzz from all of the opium they’re smoking.
But my sentimental favorite… well, Marion Ravenwood’s bar in Raiders of the Lost Ark is about as vividly memorable as any bar I’ve ever visited at the movies, from the drinking game to Indy’s visit to the scene when it all goes up in flames.
What "classic" film have you not yet got around to seeing?
There are many classic films that I haven’t seen, and I am frequently punished for it. But my inexperience with one particular movie has caused more grief among friends and colleagues than any other: The Blues Brothers.
“There are many people – happy people, it usually appears – whose thoughts at Christmas always turn to books. The notion of a Christmas tree with no books under it is repugnant and unnatural to them.”—Robertson Davies (qtd. here)
“It is not the high summer alone that is God’s. The winter also is His. And into His winter He came to visit us. And all man’s winters are His—the winter of our poverty, the winter of our sorrow, the winter of our unhappiness—even ‘the winter of our discontent.’”—George MacDonald, Adela Cathcart (via triadic)
“Shteyngart says the first thing that happened when he bought an iPhone ‘was that New York fell away … It disappeared. Poof.’ That’s the first thing I noticed too: the city disappeared, along with any will to experience. New York, so densely populated and supposedly sleepless, must be the most efficient place to hone observational powers. But those powers are now dulled in me. I find myself preferring the blogs of remote strangers to my own observations of present ones. Gone are the tacit alliances with fellow subway riders, the brief evolution of sympathy with pedestrians. That predictable progress of unspoken affinity is now interrupted by an impulse to either refresh a page or to take a website-worthy photo. I have the nervous hand-tics of a junkie. For someone whose interest in other people’s private lives was once endless, I sure do ignore them a lot now.”—n+1: Sad as Hell (via ayjay)