New cinema Here’s a lil’ cinema hack: go and see Magnificent Seven (2016), turn to the person next to you and whisper “of course… this is a remake” loudly so the whole theatre can hear. Everyone will turn to look at you. The cowboy lads onscreen are no match for your insider info. Now hit ’em with this: “It’s a remake… of an American remake of a Japanese film! Hollywood has so few ideas these days, it’s copying itself copying!” You just blew the lid off this whole thing.
New cinema God bless Brian de Palma for making crime dramas just smart enough that you don’t feel like a monster klutz for liking them. Carlito’s Way, Scarface, The Untouchables. In this movie he displays spectacular arrogance, and an arsenal of amazing stories, while being interviewed about The Art Of Filmmaking.
MUBI Philippe Petit, a strange and serious Frenchman, isn’t one for frivolous caterwauling about Mary Berry’s Bake Off exit. He’s one for high-wire walking between the Twin Towers with no safety net or harness. Why did he do it? How did he do it? It’s an incredible feat that you can never know enough about, so watch and absorb.
New cinema You see a film about the “near future” and know it’s gonna be grim. No one plods through life in the near future; no one just nips out to buy a trowel at Homebase. Sure enough, with grisly echoes of 28 Days Later, here we’ve got a post-apocalpytic hellscene with flesh-eating child zombies.
Empire Live Stand in front of your mirror, look yourself square in the eyes and say: “I hate the extremely likeable documentarian Louis Theroux and don’t want to find out anything about mysterious religion Scientology.” Say it again. Study your eyes. See how they twitch. Again. Say it. Keep saying it. Clench your fists until they bleed. Louder. Like you mean it. You do mean it, don’t you boy? Don’t you? BOY??? Of course you don’t. Now stop crying and be on your way to see your little documentary.
Netflix “Stop calling me a crypto-Nazi or I’ll sock you in your goddamn face.” Won’t hear that in the first US presidential debate on Monday. For shame. It’s only part of the venom flowing through this documentary about the pioneering TV word-fights between liberal Gore Vidal and conservative William F Buckley Jr in 1968.
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