Has anyone read Guillermo Del Toro’s “The Strain” yet? The new novel from the genre filmmaker hit shelves weeks ago but I’ve yet to pick up a copy. It keeps slipping my mind. This Guy Adams interview with Del Toro in London’s Independent newspaper jogged the memory on that score earlier this morning.
It’s a fantastic discussion. Del Toro discusses everything from his “man cave,” a haven five blocks form his Los Angeles home that serves as a personal office and shrine to the many macabre artifacts that became just a little too much for his wife, to his well-reasoned thoughts on video games, which he says he plays “addictively,” deeming them “a living, breathing thing, narrating stories, and illustrating them in the most incredible way.”
There is also, of course, plenty of discussion concerning “The Strain,” which I didn’t realize was conceived for the small screen. Some bozo executive opted out of such a fascinating antidote to the recent swath of uninteresting, overly romanticized visions of the vampire world in pop culture, of course.

Lou Lumenick
With Guy off to Scotland for the
After wrestling with dodgy wireless setups for the better part of the evening, I am happy to tell you that I’m comfortably installed in an Old Town coffee shop with an immaculate connection, so I can fill you in on the day’s doings.
There’s a reason Michael Mann is my favorite working director. Consistently saddled with accusations of unyielding perfectionism and idiosyncrasy, he is a filmmaker who sets out to make exactly the film he wants to make every time, and he has the goods to back up the artistic aggression. The last two times out of the gate (2004’s “Collateral” and 2006’s “Miami Vice”) didn’t exactly capitalize on his considerable talents, but when “Public Enemies,” which I saw last night, plays the Los Angeles Film Festival next week and eventually opens nationwide July 1, I think audiences and critics alike will see it as a return to muscular, yet patient storytelling form.
Power and money don’t go hand in hand, it would seem.
In a little over an hour, I’ll be hopping on a (very) early morning train and making the 300 mile journey up north to Edinburgh. Ordinarily, this alone would be cause for excitement — for me, Scotland’s capital, with its curious combination of twisty Medieval quirk, stately academia and cooler-than-thou cultural swagger, is one of the most delightful cities in Europe. On this occasion, however, it boasts an extra drawcard — the Edinburgh International Film Festival.
I don’t know if you’ve been keeping up with TCM’s “Great Directors” theme this month. A new vanguard every day for 30 days. My DVR is getting a workout.
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IFC has yet to reveal when it plans to