Quentin Tarantino is obviously quite the epistolarian. Just yesterday, I mentioned the sincerely admiring letter that he wrote to controversial “Kinatay” director Brillante Mendoza, praising the brutally violent and widely unpopular Filipino film for its daring and authenticity.
Evidently, that wasn’t the only letter QT wrote in his Cannes hotel suite. And while it’s not unexpected that he’d support a fellow provocateur like Mendoza, some might be surprised to hear that he’s equally passionate about Jane Campion’s “Bright Star,” which I flipped for earlier this week.
UK site Moviefone unearthed the following gushing note (written, like the Mendoza letter, in red ink) from Tarantino to Campion:
My favorite film of yours … I don’t like period pieces like that. I loved this!!! Never has heartache been so realistically and movingly portrayed as Abbie taking to her bed … The lovers kisses … Abbie and Ben … touching … Brilliant. I loved it!!! Love – Your fan – Quentin Tarantino.
This is turning into quite the year for John Lasseter. A little over a month ago, he and his fellow Pixar directors
I’m always interested to see how the more hyped Hollywood contenders for Oscar glory play in Britain, largely because there are few hard-and-fast rules for determining what will take UK critics’ (and audiences’) fancy.
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This morning I
Well, we were getting a bit impatient for the names to drop, but finally they have: Adam Shankman and Bill Mechanic have
I must say, I’m a little sad to hear that ace NYT journalist David Carr has retired from his position as lead writer for the Times’ seasonal Carpetbagger blog. Site colleagues excepted, he was my favorite Oscar pundit bar none, striking the tricky balance of bringing jaded wit to the silliness of awards season without stooping to easy snark, and it goes without saying that he’s one hell of a writer on any topic that takes his fancy. (Still haven’t read his memoir “Night of the Gun?” Rectify it.)
At this morning’s press screening for
Some of you may have read
You’d be hard pressed to disagree that Alexandre Desplat is pretty much at the top of the game in contemporary film scoring. In addition to his genius (
Apropos of nothing really, since the article is a week old and even I have no intention of seeing
I am presently seeing films at the London Film Festival at a greater pace than I can write them up — expect a round-up of curt (by my standards, at least) capsule reviews either later today or tomorrow.
Regular readers will know that Kris and I frequently disagree as to the merits of certain films — and cheerfully so, since a range of opinion is kind of the point of having multiple contributors to a site like this.
To use the umpteenth bad aviation metaphor in connection with the film,
It’s been a busy weekend at the festival, but aside from
Once more, Friday’s major festival screenings covered ground I’d already trod in Venice — the day’s glossiest gala slot was reserved for
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