<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959</id><updated>2011-10-26T20:08:10.390-07:00</updated><category term='Phillip Glass'/><category term='Mishima'/><category term='Patricia Krenwinkel'/><category term='Paul Schrader'/><category term='Susanna Moore'/><category term='I&apos;m Not There'/><category term='Woman Under the Influence'/><category term='Frykowski'/><category term='Candice Bergen'/><category term='Alysson Paradis'/><category term='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='Gena Rowlands'/><category term='Ozu'/><category term='The Fountainhead'/><category term='Roman Polanski'/><category term='Bob Crane'/><category term='Auto Focus'/><category term='Inside'/><category term='Patricia Neal'/><category term='Hud'/><category term='Ann Magnuson'/><category term='Gloria'/><category term='Truman Capote'/><category term='Shelly Duvall'/><category term='Cassavetes'/><category term='Beatrice Dalle'/><category term='editing'/><category term='The Shining'/><category term='Final Cut'/><category term='Woman&apos;s Picture'/><category term='Todd Haynes'/><category term='Tennessee Williams'/><category term='Scream'/><category term='A Face in the Crowd'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Opening Night'/><category term='Maya Deren'/><category term='Susan Atkins'/><category term='Terry Melcher'/><category term='Rosemary&apos;s Baby'/><category term='Paul Newman'/><title type='text'>Intermittent Movement</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Blog by Brian Pera&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-4397916780509865259</id><published>2011-01-08T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:55:48.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing is Relieving:  The Paintings of Melissa Dunn</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I saw one of the more beautiful paintings I've ever stood in front of.  It felt like more than a painting but it wasn't trying to be an exclamation point; it was happy to suck in the world and simmer it in the frame, and going over to it was like checking in on a stew.  I couldn't figure out what the cook put in it to make it smell so amazing.  Some cooks make you immediately ask the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/4397916780509865259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=4397916780509865259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4397916780509865259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4397916780509865259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2011/01/seeing-is-relieving-paintings-of.html' title='Seeing is Relieving:  The Paintings of Melissa Dunn'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiTHYojz-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LRQtX-d2aE0/s72-c/melissa%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-5072646436599822232</id><published>2010-12-16T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:30:56.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Being Busy</title><summary type='text'>I've been looking back at the experience of my first film a lot lately, not just because it's been offered distribution but because it was a vastly different endeavor than the one I'm working on now.  We edited that first film, THE WAY I SEE THINGS, over the course of several years, then I started taking it around to festivals.  The music we used consisted of tracks already recorded by Harlan T. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/5072646436599822232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=5072646436599822232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5072646436599822232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5072646436599822232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-being-busy.html' title='Busy Being Busy'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TQpwMxeLHQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/I2uhJ0yMM2U/s72-c/sound%2Bbooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-3859728843611664284</id><published>2010-07-10T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:13:13.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN'S PICTURE Alphabet: R for Rooms</title><summary type='text'>Building sets was a big part of making WOMAN'S PICTURE for me.  So many of the characters are trying to create and control their own spaces, spaces which vary in degrees from total constructions to practical locations, just like on a movie shoot.  What makes each space real has more to do with powers of imagination than anything else, and the level of vigilance used to enforce certain desired </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/3859728843611664284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=3859728843611664284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3859728843611664284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3859728843611664284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/07/womans-picture-alphabet-r-for-rooms.html' title='WOMAN&apos;S PICTURE Alphabet: R for Rooms'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TDkMhXoq_BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EAUuEPEcyHM/s72-c/amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-6614682700501275211</id><published>2010-06-14T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:44:54.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN'S PICTURE Alphabet: C for Childhood</title><summary type='text'>When Ingrid and Mackie arrive at Ingrid's childhood home, they park outside with the windows open.  Ingrid stares hard at the house as Mackie struggles with the tie she's made him wear.  He complains, wondering what they're doing there.  Ingrid hasn't spoken to her mother in a decade.  The woman is obviously a bore.  Why is Ingrid, who seems so independent, subjecting herself to the scrutiny, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/6614682700501275211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=6614682700501275211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6614682700501275211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6614682700501275211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/06/womans-picture-alphabet.html' title='WOMAN&apos;S PICTURE Alphabet: C for Childhood'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TBb3FZu5soI/AAAAAAAAAXM/xvrYrIHwrX4/s72-c/ingrid+piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1324262447119656340</id><published>2010-06-07T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:01:31.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stills From A Short in Progress</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1324262447119656340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1324262447119656340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1324262447119656340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1324262447119656340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/06/stills-from-short-in-progress.html' title='Stills From A Short in Progress'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TA1PCMyLBFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/gfvEoHoIHM0/s72-c/zombie+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-2753948337476821667</id><published>2010-05-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:13:22.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann Magnuson'/><title type='text'>WOMAN'S PICTURE Sources: My Grandmother's Violet Perfume</title><summary type='text'>The last third of Woman's Picture involves an incident with a bottle of perfume.The bottle sits out on Miriam Masterson's dresser, away from everything else.  It belonged to her mother.  Miriam doesn't seem to wear it, but at night, sitting there alone, she sniffs from it, stepping into some parallel dimension of stillness beyond regret, self-doubt, and the hamster wheel of ceaseless daily </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/2753948337476821667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=2753948337476821667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2753948337476821667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2753948337476821667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/05/sources-my-grandmothers-violet-perfume.html' title='WOMAN&apos;S PICTURE Sources: My Grandmother&apos;s Violet Perfume'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TAE8LY0l_lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aUJt40qhLL8/s72-c/miriam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-7023949781810763318</id><published>2010-03-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:34:14.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassavette's Gloria as Hot Mess</title><summary type='text'>It's exhilarating to watch Tilda Swinton in JULIA.  The director says their film was inspired by Gena Rowlands in GLORIA.  I would say the inspiration is a lot more expansive than that, because while Julia, like Gloria, is selfish and tough, she's also channeling a certain alcoholic dishevelment that Gloria doesn't share.  True, there's the uneasy relationship with a child.  Both Gloria and Julia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/7023949781810763318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=7023949781810763318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7023949781810763318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7023949781810763318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/03/cassavettes-gloria-as-hot-mess.html' title='Cassavette&apos;s Gloria as Hot Mess'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S65BcITE1dI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OpYwHzsinpg/s72-c/2009_julia_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-4091430888268322168</id><published>2010-03-11T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:32:38.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Real: The Bullshit Artist As Hipster Historian</title><summary type='text'>Several years ago, when my novel Troublemaker was published, I was inevitably asked by people whether it was autobiographical or not.  They wanted to know how much of it was real.  That seemed like such a bizarre line of questioning to me.  It wasn't something I'd heard much, or asked of the books I'd liked.  This was 2000.  It's worse now.  Back then, already, everything had to be memoir.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/4091430888268322168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=4091430888268322168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4091430888268322168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4091430888268322168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-real-bullshit-artist-tells-it-like.html' title='Get Real: The Bullshit Artist As Hipster Historian'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S5kkS79DHxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7N4a-YKY4P0/s72-c/pug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-8214283618930246920</id><published>2010-02-21T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:38:36.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dinosaur Carries on Viewing the Leaf as the Tree</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, I attended the Film Finance Summit in Los Angeles.  I could probably stop there.  People who think they know me ask what the hell I was thinking.  I like to see how things work.  I like to observe people.  I love film and what's happening excites me, the democratization of means, the sound of all those doors flying off their hinges.  A thing like the Film Finance Summit declares </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/8214283618930246920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=8214283618930246920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8214283618930246920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8214283618930246920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/02/dinosaur-carries-on-viewing-leaf-as.html' title='The Dinosaur Carries on Viewing the Leaf as the Tree'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S4GJSpdsHMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CT8wTCjRLCA/s72-c/usa__los_angeles_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-4885521947539564950</id><published>2010-02-05T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:26:01.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Steroids</title><summary type='text'>"Most movies use music the way athletes use steroids.  There's no question that you can induce a certain emotion with music--just like steroids build up muscle.  It gives you an edge, it gives you speed, but it's unhealthy for the organism in the long run."I might have agreed with editor Walter Murch at some point.  It's a way of looking at film, having to do with willing suspension of disbelief.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/4885521947539564950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=4885521947539564950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4885521947539564950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4885521947539564950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/02/musical-steroids.html' title='Musical Steroids'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S2xTqkjY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6z_vXUp-hlk/s72-c/Rosemarys_Baby_Farrow_Haircut_1crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-2682847086697388772</id><published>2010-01-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:28:06.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indie Filmmaker Bullshit Detector: On Sale, Super Low Price, Quarter of a Mill point Ninety-Nine!</title><summary type='text'>When contemporary filmmakers start talking about beating the system, I tend to put them on mute.  It's like the creeping realization that the once-familiar lady you're talking to at the supermarket is the latest to have been grabbed, lobotomized, and made over in a silly shade of lipstick by the Stepford contingent.Beating the system used to be a pretty noble idea.  The thing is, there is no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/2682847086697388772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=2682847086697388772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2682847086697388772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2682847086697388772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/01/indie-filmmaker-bullshit-detector-on.html' title='Indie Filmmaker Bullshit Detector: On Sale, Super Low Price, Quarter of a Mill point Ninety-Nine!'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S1if2YL6jGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/E-WwzE8OMdg/s72-c/bulldector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-7639187428773853907</id><published>2010-01-13T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:04:36.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Likable</title><summary type='text'>A heated boardroom exchange between characters played by Ann Magnuson and Gerald L'Ecuyer is one of several set pieces in WOMAN'S PICTURE which have required a special kind of attention in the editing room.The exchange is scripted at fourteen pages, much of which is delivered by Ann.  The segment she appears in as Miriam Masterson is seen through the eyes of her character, a woman who recalls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/7639187428773853907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=7639187428773853907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7639187428773853907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7639187428773853907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/01/likable.html' title='Likable'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S09IMxvMgSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YkKRoLFJKAU/s72-c/joan-crawford-mildred-pierce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-924983555933859083</id><published>2010-01-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:12:47.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Gore</title><summary type='text'>I've been watching other movies to see how they handle gore, accidents, violence, hysteria.  A crucial scene of WOMAN'S PICTURE concerns a woman who lives inside her head, and the whole segment, her story, is very insular, ultimately concluding in an act of trauma.The woman works as a maid in an out of the way motel.  She's a very repressed character and if you go by critic Mary Ann Doane's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/924983555933859083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=924983555933859083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/924983555933859083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/924983555933859083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/01/cutting-gore.html' title='Cutting Gore'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S0dOuIqm_QI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zmC2T2Iw8WI/s72-c/cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-5171999444912155167</id><published>2010-01-07T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:30:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Reginald Marsh to Agnes Martin</title><summary type='text'>I appreciate what Joel and Ethan Coen do much of the time but as a whole their work can leave me cold.  It's too airtight in a certain way.  It tends to be a little smug.  I respond to about one in three of their films, which seems generous, given how prolific they are.  I'd never really paid much attention to their editing, though I know it's a huge part of what they do.  These days, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/5171999444912155167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=5171999444912155167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5171999444912155167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5171999444912155167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-appreciate-what-joel-and-ethan-coen.html' title='From Reginald Marsh to Agnes Martin'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S0YJ6kACgzI/AAAAAAAAATo/3mWh2NpIpRE/s72-c/burnafterreading460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-3626926019917567978</id><published>2010-01-04T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:23:46.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman&apos;s Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editing'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been reading Fine Cuts and First Cut, two anthologies of interviews with film editors, as I edit WOMAN'S PICTURE.  I can't remember where I got First Cut, back in 1992, but I guess I've probably read it a dozen times or so since then.  I gave it away at some point, thinking I'd internalized the information and could do without it.  Someone else seemed to need it more than I did at the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/3626926019917567978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=3626926019917567978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3626926019917567978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3626926019917567978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-reading-fine-cuts-and-first.html' title=''/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/S0KFenk_FjI/AAAAAAAAATg/lO50L9JaGWI/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-6957969002173101671</id><published>2009-07-02T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:34:47.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Donal Mosher Wins Award</title><summary type='text'>This year’s SILVERDOCS Sterling Award for a US Feature goes to OCTOBER COUNTRY. The film, directed by Michael Palmieri and LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Donal Mosher, documents the multi-generational story of a working-class family coping with poverty, teen pregnancy, foster care and the ineffable horrors of child molestation and war. The directors will receive $10,000 cash. The festival ran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/6957969002173101671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=6957969002173101671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6957969002173101671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6957969002173101671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-as-we-show-it-contributor-donal.html' title='LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Donal Mosher Wins Award'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/Sk015euUvUI/AAAAAAAAARs/WQmQxtXWkdc/s72-c/october-country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-300389489303739281</id><published>2009-05-29T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:09:41.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Thomson on Film Fusion</title><summary type='text'>"To put it very simply, and to return to the matter of absorption or direction, I suggest that many people from a certain range of history--people born between about 1900 and 1950--are like screens. That is to say that countless films have played upon our surface, whether we like it or not. And not just many films, but many films many times... We have seen Dark Victory or Chinatown or Kane so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/300389489303739281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=300389489303739281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/300389489303739281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/300389489303739281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-thomson-on-film-fusion.html' title='David Thomson on Film Fusion'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SiBcd9qt1rI/AAAAAAAAARk/5OmrNi_gcfE/s72-c/DelicateBalance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-3842494773879749005</id><published>2009-05-27T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:42:54.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM Contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker's Film Journal, Final Day.  "The Bride" (1973), directed by Jean-Marie Pélissie</title><summary type='text'>"It's hard to figure out what's relevant and what's not relevant" ahip young man, probably a cult film fan, says to a chubby smart-girl at a wedding.Well, these are times of confusion and changes, right? observes an off-screenonlooker. I'm not confused, the smart girl says"That's because you aren't relevant" says the young man.Alouette plays in the back on accordion and later the same young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/3842494773879749005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=3842494773879749005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3842494773879749005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3842494773879749005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-we-show-it-writing-on-film_27.html' title='LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM Contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker&apos;s Film Journal, Final Day.  &quot;The Bride&quot; (1973), directed by Jean-Marie Pélissie'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/Sh3O_0hGlWI/AAAAAAAAARc/ayou0sYse0A/s72-c/house_that_cried_murder_poster_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-9203062624084773267</id><published>2009-05-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:57:33.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker keeps a film journal, Day 3: "Cindy and Donna" (1970), directed by Robert Anderson</title><summary type='text'>Are you afraid to be a woman?Cindy and Donnawear short skirts Donna lets a boy put his hand between herlegs as a form of goodbye.  Theirhouse appears to have a beautiful Frank Lloyd Wright stained glass window,except up close it’s a dingy kitchen curtain.  There’s a bar by the door; it seems like somethingsomeone saw in a movie.  Cindy is 20 and 13 and she’s Donna’s sister.Their mother does a bad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/9203062624084773267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=9203062624084773267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/9203062624084773267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/9203062624084773267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-we-show-it-writing-on-film_26.html' title='LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker keeps a film journal, Day 3: &quot;Cindy and Donna&quot; (1970), directed by Robert Anderson'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/ShxyWwKK7KI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZdReIE4LXuM/s72-c/cindy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-3388469236013986414</id><published>2009-05-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:50:31.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Grayson: The Forgotten Movie Screens of Broward County, from LIFE AS WE SHOW IT</title><summary type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Richard Grayson's story has been excerpted on the literary online mag Rumpus, with original artwork.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/3388469236013986414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=3388469236013986414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3388469236013986414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3388469236013986414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/richard-grayson-forgotten-movie-screens.html' title='Richard Grayson: The Forgotten Movie Screens of Broward County, from LIFE AS WE SHOW IT'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/ShWF_7xRI-I/AAAAAAAAARM/lv3HiV__IT8/s72-c/cinemasquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-3505631458116745570</id><published>2009-05-21T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:29:39.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker keeps a film journal, day 2..."Blood Mania"</title><summary type='text'>Blood Maniaincest in the context overlaid by credits in the first 2 minutes then we’re ask to forget it matters.The secret blood is abortion we find out although there is no blood in much of the film.Only nice house and women that maybe abortion allows.  It’s the chiaroscuro thattacky houses produce, crazy shit going down around the dying father.  A woman slashing away at an unseen picture, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/3505631458116745570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=3505631458116745570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3505631458116745570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3505631458116745570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-we-show-it-writing-on-film_21.html' title='LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker keeps a film journal, day 2...&quot;Blood Mania&quot;'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/ShVawCqFlJI/AAAAAAAAARE/fSKre1VEDFI/s72-c/blood_mania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-6141491136245208857</id><published>2009-05-20T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:23:33.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker Keeps a Film Journal</title><summary type='text'>“Hysteresis”, Elizabeth Hatmaker's contribution to LIFE AS WE SHOW IT, re-views a largely forgotten film called Good Luck, Miss Wyckoff, regarding it from various perspectives (close-up, wide shot, inside out, outside in) which call into question the idea that only so-called classic films have something to say or to read and that only one way of watching is worth one's time or reaps rewards.Over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/6141491136245208857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=6141491136245208857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6141491136245208857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6141491136245208857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-we-show-it-writing-on-film_20.html' title='LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM contributor Elizabeth Hatmaker Keeps a Film Journal'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/ShQtlwtVzCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ekqtch4ipZw/s72-c/Pick-up-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1482970989220741685</id><published>2009-05-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:36:57.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Wayne Koestenbaum on Star-F!@*ing</title><summary type='text'>Growing up with this preoccupation with stardom...people from official histories also become stars. So for you, Emily Dickinson is a star, in the same way that Michael Jackson might be.WAYNE: Right. Well, stars ... I have my most interesting thoughts and feelings around stars.Is a star someone you intensely transfer feelings onto?WAYNE: Right. Somebody I discovered, not by meeting them, but by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1482970989220741685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1482970989220741685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1482970989220741685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1482970989220741685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-we-show-it-contributor-wayne.html' title='LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Wayne Koestenbaum on Star-F!@*ing'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/Sg2aHg4tWvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kQsDDSeDp1U/s72-c/montgomery_clift_bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-9134254477999502451</id><published>2009-05-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:23:14.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Daphne Gottlieb on the slasher film as a version of social drama:</title><summary type='text'>LiP Magazine: Are you a fan of slasher films?Daphne Gottlieb: I admire them, I like them. Like pornos, they’re about bodily fluids, in this case blood and guts—things we normally don’t get to talk about. At their center, slasher films represent all the things we have to suppress to function as a society—incest, mental illness, deformity, death, vomit, blood, feces. They socially mimic what our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/9134254477999502451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=9134254477999502451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/9134254477999502451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/9134254477999502451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-we-show-it-contributor-daphne.html' title='LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Daphne Gottlieb on the slasher film as a version of social drama:'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SgxTWWvnDiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GBMhitgujJI/s72-c/texas-chainsaw-550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-266131255068032606</id><published>2009-05-12T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:54:09.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As We Show It: Writing on Film, a review from the May/June 2009 Film Comment</title><summary type='text'>After writer Maggie Nelson’s aunt Jane was murdered, Nelson’s mother could no longer stomach films in which women were threatened by guns. Going to the movies years later, Nelson describes how “whenever such a scene arose I immediately felt my mother close beside me in the dark theatre. Her hands spread across her face, her pinkies pushing down on her eyelids so she can’t see.” There are many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/266131255068032606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=266131255068032606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/266131255068032606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/266131255068032606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-we-show-it-writing-on-film.html' title='Life As We Show It: Writing on Film, a review from the May/June 2009 Film Comment'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SgnhSJXbdhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qGPS8xnvVRo/s72-c/the-blob-eats-a-jock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-4313733696881658734</id><published>2009-05-06T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:55:43.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Glück Remaps the Jungle</title><summary type='text'>Several years ago, LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Robert Glück participated in an exercise for the website lowblueflame.com.  Writers and artists were asked to collaborate on describing the plot of a film they'd never seen but heard enough about to form strong impressions.The idea was that an entirely separate but symbiotic movie existed in the mind, reliant on the imagery, tone, and silhouette </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/4313733696881658734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=4313733696881658734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4313733696881658734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4313733696881658734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/05/several-years-ago-life-as-we-show-it.html' title='Robert Glück Remaps the Jungle'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SgHCezc34zI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mXFIQq-QFPE/s72-c/jungle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-7042539195457998665</id><published>2009-04-26T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:36:49.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Killian on Film</title><summary type='text'>When Masha Tupitsyn and I started trying to figure out how to turn our ongoing discussion about film into an anthology, we looked to writers we loved whose work seemed to be having that conversation in some way too.  Kevin Killian was one of the first people who came to mind.Several years ago, I asked Killian to play a game of word association revolving around the subject of movies and movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/7042539195457998665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=7042539195457998665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7042539195457998665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7042539195457998665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/04/kevin-killian-on-film.html' title='Kevin Killian on Film'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SfUtsjSb3aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mHY4Hn-lJ3E/s72-c/crawford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-3766042294010714412</id><published>2009-04-22T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:52:51.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHERE MY LIFE WENT WRONG: Bard Cole's overlapping vistas of nuance, nostalgia, and regret</title><summary type='text'>Like Michael Lesy's WISCONSIN DEATH TRIP, writer Bard Cole's THIS IS WHERE MY LIFE WENT WRONG assembles itself around what seem to be localized, everyday events, providing lists, titles, anecdotes and a wealth of evocative detail to engage its reader in uniquely trippy ways.The story behind WISCONSIN DEATH TRIP: Lesy found an archive of black and white photos from the town of Black River Falls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/3766042294010714412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=3766042294010714412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3766042294010714412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3766042294010714412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-where-my-life-went-wrong-bard.html' title='THIS IS WHERE MY LIFE WENT WRONG: Bard Cole&apos;s overlapping vistas of nuance, nostalgia, and regret'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/Se9anPY51dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pNVXj6yva-A/s72-c/anchor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-6420377764036389109</id><published>2009-04-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:45:51.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring Out His Life With Film Screenings: Richard Grayson's Teenage Movie Journal</title><summary type='text'>Last summer, LIFE AS WE SHOW IT contributor Richard Grayson, whose story in the anthology is called "The Forgotten Movie Screens of Broward County", published a collection of his diaries,  Summer in Brooklyn, 1969-1975.  The following are excerpts which detail his trips to the movie theater during that time.  Monday, August 11, 1969I saw "Goodbye Columbus" &amp; thought it was very good. The theater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/6420377764036389109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=6420377764036389109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6420377764036389109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6420377764036389109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/04/measuring-out-his-life-with-film.html' title='Measuring Out His Life With Film Screenings: Richard Grayson&apos;s Teenage Movie Journal'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/Se9lQlh29vI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7_LFxiOqSnI/s72-c/graduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-8981166534996294399</id><published>2009-04-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:45:16.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Five</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I asked Bard Cole, one of the contributors to LIFE AS WE SHOW IT: WRITING ON FILM (City Lights, June 2009), to talk about the last five movies he watched, interested to see what his observations would be.  So much of the anthology is about exploring the way each individual engages uniquely with the screen, unlocking networks of personal memory and perception through the keyhole of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/8981166534996294399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=8981166534996294399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8981166534996294399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8981166534996294399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-five.html' title='Give Me Five'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SevvMsHAdcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IAJvNAjmlnY/s72-c/10_bealebarrymorelange_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-5164389234258029547</id><published>2009-04-17T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:05:11.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contributors and Their Blogs</title><summary type='text'>Some of the contributors to the LIFE AS WE SHOW IT anthology have pretty fantastic web blogs. Case in point, Dodie Bellamy, whose story in the anthology, "Phone Home", relates the experience of her mother's illness to life and death issues in the movie "ET", finding deep pockets of meaning and identification.Contributor Donal Mosher is a writer, photographer, and filmmaker living in Portland, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/5164389234258029547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=5164389234258029547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5164389234258029547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5164389234258029547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/04/contributors-and-their-blogs.html' title='Contributors and Their Blogs'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SejChTArc3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/dSQexcjuutM/s72-c/Dodie+Bean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-5426346642546832435</id><published>2009-03-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:38:18.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Gardens, the Remake: Memora-Beale-ia</title><summary type='text'>It's probably too early to tell how much the upcoming film about the Beales women will deviate from or correspond to historical record, but it's clear from the criminally brief trailer which has surfaced on HBO's website that the Grey Gardens "remake" is more than a little faithful to the documentaries and the musical.When creating their Big Edie Beale, the filmmakers and Jessica Lange had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/5426346642546832435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=5426346642546832435&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5426346642546832435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/5426346642546832435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/03/grey-gardens-remake-memora-beale-ia.html' title='Grey Gardens, the Remake: Memora-Beale-ia'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/ScKosm2kXRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/A2YWouYdd7k/s72-c/beale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-4950277235830293637</id><published>2009-03-10T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:40:33.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Provenza on Drawing the (Punch) Line in Comedy</title><summary type='text'>"Andy Kaufman is a perfect example of somebody who went very far in the other direction. What Andy Kaufman did is the equivalent of what Picasso did. Picasso basically said everything you’ve been looking at in normal paintings is limiting. The edges of the canvas - we always assume - are the audiences laughing, and the joke ends at the edge of the stage, and there’s the audience’s response. What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/4950277235830293637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=4950277235830293637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4950277235830293637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4950277235830293637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/03/paul-provenza-on-drawing-punch-line-in.html' title='Paul Provenza on Drawing the (Punch) Line in Comedy'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SbaJgDCgv2I/AAAAAAAAANs/scSPXFaT9rU/s72-c/paul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1550800271491815597</id><published>2009-03-03T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:15:28.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1550800271491815597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1550800271491815597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1550800271491815597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1550800271491815597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/Sa4AWU5G1GI/AAAAAAAAANk/xOeWegKH_40/s72-c/neal+leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1442124437228890054</id><published>2009-03-03T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:08:14.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fountainhead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Face in the Crowd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Newman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Neal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truman Capote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennessee Williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hud'/><title type='text'>Patricia Neal in Hud: "I Just Act My Best; That's All I Do, Wherever I Am."</title><summary type='text'>The movie was marketed and is probably best remembered as a Paul Newman vehicle, but the second Patricia Neal starts talking in Hud your attention shifts and the narrative reassembles itself around her so that you see everyone in the story through her eyes.  Her screen presence is so striking you wonder why you haven't heard more about her.She was a "patron" in Breakfast at Tiffany's.  In The Day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1442124437228890054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1442124437228890054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1442124437228890054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1442124437228890054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/03/patricia-neal-in-hud-i-just-act-my-best.html' title='Patricia Neal in Hud: &quot;I Just Act My Best; That&apos;s All I Do, Wherever I Am.&quot;'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/Sa2jaILNo4I/AAAAAAAAANc/K0LZhDk5v6k/s72-c/neal_400x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-352977693610876654</id><published>2009-02-20T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:39:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dede Allen on Editing</title><summary type='text'>"All the changes upon changes.  A scene is stretched.  A scene is too many things.  It has too many subtleties.  Or too much pathos.  Or too much humor.  A scene may be replaced by an alternate.  Or the scene doesn't work until it's a composite of alternates.  Maybe it's cut entirely.  And with it gone other scenes don't work.  The dialectic of film is that every time you add dimension, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/352977693610876654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=352977693610876654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/352977693610876654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/352977693610876654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/02/dede-allen-on-editing.html' title='Dede Allen on Editing'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SZ7OpOXPoRI/AAAAAAAAANE/gOnwBVPUEng/s72-c/bac-opening.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-6363923638696531232</id><published>2009-02-16T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:07:47.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the Invisible</title><summary type='text'>The editor plays an invisible part in a movie.  The only people who know what goes on in a cutting room are the editor and the director, anybody else who happens to be there, the flies on the wall.  You can't evaluate the work of an editor unless you are there, in the cutting room, because an editor can do wonderful things with a lot of bad footage, or he can perhaps destroy a lot of good footage</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/6363923638696531232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=6363923638696531232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6363923638696531232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6363923638696531232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeing-invisible.html' title='Seeing the Invisible'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SZpFH8-AicI/AAAAAAAAAM0/30VaMaGh3iY/s72-c/manchurian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-7970712579002665233</id><published>2009-02-15T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:51:01.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Cast for an Imaginary Movie: Kristen Schaal</title><summary type='text'>Some faces are made for cinema.  Expressive from nearly any angle, alive in repose, they draw the eye no matter where they are on the screen.  Some of the most cinematic faces are made most peripheral by filmmakers, belonging to what Hollywood calls character actors, a term which basically identifies people who have big chemistry on screen but don't fit into a specific, narrowly defined, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/7970712579002665233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=7970712579002665233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7970712579002665233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7970712579002665233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-cast-for-imaginary-movie-kristen.html' title='Dream Cast for an Imaginary Movie: Kristen Schaal'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SZiY5ayr7bI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zo5a-NtFPzg/s72-c/kristen-schaal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1654485668833624179</id><published>2008-11-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:43:36.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I find that the actual shooting of a movie is a very painful agonizing process of constant minor disappointments.  What you've imagined ideally frequently cannot be achieved with flesh and blood and with real circumstances, so you feel with each scene that you're losing something.  And it's a heartbreaking process.  Frequently, when I wind up with a thing I feel, 'My God, it's no good at all, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1654485668833624179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1654485668833624179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1654485668833624179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1654485668833624179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-find-that-actual-shooting-of-movie-is.html' title=''/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SRMegPK5BCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dsUGz4kH-XM/s72-c/a+Rouben+Mamoulian+Love+Me+Tonight+DVD+PDVD_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-505151094283681906</id><published>2008-11-02T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:00:11.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calpernia Addams in: A Woman's Picture</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I filmed a short here in Memphis, a week-long production with a cast of three and a crew of four.  One of the actors was Calpernia Addams, whom I'd first seen on TV, subsequently contacted by email, and eventually met at Outfest in LA.  Like many people who meet at film-related events in Los Angeles, we exchanged compliments and expressed what seemed like a genuine interest in working </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/505151094283681906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=505151094283681906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/505151094283681906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/505151094283681906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/11/calpernia-addams-in-womans-picture.html' title='Calpernia Addams in: A Woman&apos;s Picture'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQ4-uW6wnCI/AAAAAAAAALk/zxmoaOTDhWI/s72-c/loretta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1551972513796905827</id><published>2008-10-31T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:53:29.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Buster Keaton</title><summary type='text'>"Steamboat Bill, Jr. was his last really fine feature. His face is older and sadder, but he still exhibits humid romanticism, sniffing a girl's hair as if in a trance. The gags play with expectations and build suspense; in one perfect moment, though knocked out and stuffed upside down in a car, Buster still manages to cross his legs jauntily.These last few films are the most refined expression of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1551972513796905827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1551972513796905827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1551972513796905827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1551972513796905827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-on-buster-keaton.html' title='More on Buster Keaton'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQuoUcw1U8I/AAAAAAAAALc/I_8kBLRd_Vs/s72-c/BusterKeaton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-8835824303687629551</id><published>2008-10-31T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:43:53.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Escapism: Kentucker Audley and Team Picture</title><summary type='text'>You can't really talk about Team Picture without mentioning Mumblecore at this point, which is unfortunate, considering how many things the film does as you watch it, and what an accomplished stylist the director clearly is.  Mumblecore might have died a slow death as a conversational seque into a group of films and filmmakers Kentucker Audley has fallen in with, the most active verb of which has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/8835824303687629551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=8835824303687629551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8835824303687629551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8835824303687629551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-escapism-kentucker-audley-and-team.html' title='Real Escapism: Kentucker Audley and Team Picture'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQs8C5GcPrI/AAAAAAAAALU/R8sFWyFDp1s/s72-c/team.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-6243404903882965577</id><published>2008-10-29T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:02:56.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/6243404903882965577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=6243404903882965577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6243404903882965577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6243404903882965577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQjdYX_NunI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hmk5npx1kNI/s72-c/jared-leto-fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-2617928469332011676</id><published>2008-10-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:09:59.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared Leto as Jake LaMotta</title><summary type='text'>Discussing his preparation for the role of Mark David Chapman in the film Chapter 27, Jared Leto talks almost exclusively about the weight he gained, and the toll this took on him physically.  Chapman, you'll recall, murdered John Lennon outside the Dakota Building in December of 1980.  He wasn't a small guy, or even apparently in any condition approaching "fit"; nor does he seem, in the pictures</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/2617928469332011676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=2617928469332011676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2617928469332011676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2617928469332011676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/10/jared-leto-as-jake-lamotta.html' title='Jared Leto as Jake LaMotta'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQjakkHZr3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/rplYfRob8fA/s72-c/jared-leto-transformacion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1820815138742422164</id><published>2008-10-26T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:43:30.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1820815138742422164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1820815138742422164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1820815138742422164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1820815138742422164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQUACm9NW0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yQ9SPvjymu4/s72-c/polanski5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-2149384231066236212</id><published>2008-10-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:26:59.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polanski: A Biography</title><summary type='text'>Books on Roman Polanski, even critical studies, tend to regard the events of his life and the movies he's made as somehow interchangeable on some perhaps Jungian level, as if the two realms informed each other in readily identifiable, quantifiable ways.  Within that system of logic, Rosemary's Baby ties directly into the murder of Sharon Tate, and Tess becomes a response to the incident at Jack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/2149384231066236212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=2149384231066236212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2149384231066236212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2149384231066236212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/10/polanski.html' title='Polanski: A Biography'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQS7JsIcV7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/6DTaXPVTcwM/s72-c/polanski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-3867064701803040526</id><published>2008-10-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:40:25.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JT Leroy: Autobiography As Set Piece</title><summary type='text'>JT Leroy, the subject of the book GIRLBOYGIRL, was a literary phenomenon who turned out never to have existed beyond the imagination of Laura Albert, a middle-aged San Franciscan.  A small time James Frey, Leroy began his brief existence through phone calls to various writers whose work might be said to have been sympathetic, if not catalytic, creating imaginative back-story and relationships </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/3867064701803040526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=3867064701803040526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3867064701803040526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/3867064701803040526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/10/jt-leroy-biography-as-set-piece.html' title='JT Leroy: Autobiography As Set Piece'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SQSpps6D38I/AAAAAAAAAJM/iq36oWJAR6g/s72-c/02_lauraorleroy_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-7391027849399705456</id><published>2008-08-25T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:01:11.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Movies:Gena Rowlands in Woody Allen's Another Woman</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/7391027849399705456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=7391027849399705456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7391027849399705456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7391027849399705456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/08/watching-moviesgena-rowlands-in-woody.html' title='Watching Movies:Gena Rowlands in Woody Allen&apos;s Another Woman'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SLNw_qGWfvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XjVcGZptehg/s72-c/gena6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-2243002080569507055</id><published>2008-08-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:28:31.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maya Deren'/><title type='text'>Auteur Weary</title><summary type='text'>At one time, I basically thought that if my first movie was ever seen, and people appreciated it, I would stop hearing all the things you need, everything you "must have", before you can make one.  I didn't understand how anyone would be able to appreciate what we'd done--with practically nothing, with a crew of three, with no gear, no lighting, no catering, no budget--and persist in that line of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/2243002080569507055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=2243002080569507055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2243002080569507055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/2243002080569507055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/08/auteur-weary.html' title='Auteur Weary'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SKudXMxQ7TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MsqdhKhXqoY/s72-c/MayaDeren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-8219907545460703777</id><published>2008-08-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:36:04.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Schrader'/><title type='text'>Motion Picture as Way Station</title><summary type='text'>Paul Schrader:  As we get older - particularly as the whole process of movies and film storytelling gets older - people have different notions of what's necessary dramatically.  They start to see a lot of the melodramatic machinery of the past as outdated.  Reality television isn't popular for no reason.  It's popular because we're tiring of artificial drama, and reality TV seems less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/8219907545460703777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=8219907545460703777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8219907545460703777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8219907545460703777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/08/paul-schrader-as-we-get-older.html' title='Motion Picture as Way Station'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-65210667041961374</id><published>2008-08-16T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:17:44.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Cast for an Imaginary Movie: Shelley Duvall</title><summary type='text'>Her performance as Millie in Three Women is brilliantly strange and touching, and after seeing behind the scenes footage of the Shining, you know she isn't just playing herself. Now, people like Stephen Soderbergh seem to revere her. If so, how come she gets these trifling little walk ons? See The Underneath: a nurse whose screen time lasts as long as it takes to administer a shot? What a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/65210667041961374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=65210667041961374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/65210667041961374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/65210667041961374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream-cast-for-imaginary-movie-shelley.html' title='Dream Cast for an Imaginary Movie: Shelley Duvall'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SKcLi95fQAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dpUwrsP6kM0/s72-c/duvall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-6494239056330003327</id><published>2008-08-07T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:57:39.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Up: Editing as Sculpture</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I talk to people about the making of my first film, The Way I See Things, I'm amazed at how they think movies come together.  If a scene is done well they seem to generally assume it was filmed by multiple cameras from various angles simultaneously.  It rarely occurs to them that on a small film like the ones I make there's often only one camera, practically no crew, seemingly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/6494239056330003327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=6494239056330003327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6494239056330003327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/6494239056330003327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/08/cut-up-editing-as-sculpture.html' title='Cut Up: Editing as Sculpture'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1902142953014953918</id><published>2008-07-31T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:35.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Cast for an Imaginary Movie: Julie Christie</title><summary type='text'>See Shampoo, McCabe and Mrs. Miller, Darling, Away from Her. She's such an accomplished stylist you don't realize how hard she probably works at it, until you see something like Memoirs of a Survivor, where the direction failed her and she didn't seem to get the swing of things.Supposedly, she's not as interested in working as some of her contemporaries, and though she admits to surgical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1902142953014953918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1902142953014953918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1902142953014953918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1902142953014953918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-cast-for-imaginary-movie-julie.html' title='Dream Cast for an Imaginary Movie: Julie Christie'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SJI70CkPqII/AAAAAAAAAGU/Vg_th6BCvSA/s72-c/christie4341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-4877822793306192969</id><published>2008-07-15T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:11:15.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word is Out</title><summary type='text'>Last night, Outfest screened their newly restored version of Word is Out: Stories of Some of Our Lives, a documentary originally released in 1977.  The restoration took a year or more and is the second film in festival's ambitious project to preserve key films of the GLTB canon, such that it is.  Word is Out was directed by The Mariposa Film Group, a team of filmmakers led by the late Peter Adair</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/4877822793306192969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=4877822793306192969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4877822793306192969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/4877822793306192969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/07/word-is-out.html' title='Word is Out'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-8120542383529887351</id><published>2008-07-08T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:36.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gena Rowlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman Under the Influence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gloria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassavetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opening Night'/><title type='text'>On the Restlessness of Gena Rowlands</title><summary type='text'> The stage in Opening Night is not a comfortable place, a place that allows one to stay in touch.  "[Q]uite the contrary," writes Jousse, "it is a fluid space, subject to variations of mood, the feeling of the moment, the unpredictability of the present moment, when a moment of madness could at any time cause the scene to shift and jeopardize the performance and the very idea of performance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/8120542383529887351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=8120542383529887351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8120542383529887351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/8120542383529887351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-restlessness-of-gena-rowlands.html' title='On the Restlessness of Gena Rowlands'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SHQdKKqKamI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H2fG3j6jr6k/s72-c/Gena-Rowlands-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-1062318302475682189</id><published>2008-07-07T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:36.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not There'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todd Haynes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phillip Glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Schrader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Crane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susanna Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auto Focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985)</title><summary type='text'>Last week, Criterion issued a DVD version of Paul Schrader's Mishima.  The restoration is crystal clear and the extras, typical of Criterion, are fantastic.  Watching Mishima you wonder how it ever got made.  A Japanese cast in a subtitled art movie about a conflicted gay writer who ends his life by ritual suicide isn't the most commercial proposition.   It couldn't have been at the time the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/1062318302475682189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=1062318302475682189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1062318302475682189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/1062318302475682189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/07/mishima-life-in-four-chapters-1985.html' title='Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985)'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SHJShdO-VcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dOKidqYvvQg/s72-c/mishima.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765689775858290959.post-7285268700534293736</id><published>2008-07-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:38.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Krenwinkel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry Melcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alysson Paradis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candice Bergen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Atkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelly Duvall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatrice Dalle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosemary&apos;s Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frykowski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roman Polanski'/><title type='text'>Scream to Scream: Inside the Really Unreal</title><summary type='text'>Directed by Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury, 2008When people say a movie like Inside is really, really gory, they generally mean that the horror has been conceived and executed convincingly, as opposed to merely expertly, substituting for the typical reassurances of irony and self-conscious, endearing ineptitude, a fatalistic remorselessness borrowed from real life.  Inside is the antithesis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/feeds/7285268700534293736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765689775858290959&amp;postID=7285268700534293736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7285268700534293736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765689775858290959/posts/default/7285268700534293736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpera.blogspot.com/2008/07/scream-to-scream-inside-real-unreal.html' title='Scream to Scream: Inside the Really Unreal'/><author><name>a blog by Brian Pera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545823740861750963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/TSiZgRl5cUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PhTF0L0zjY0/S220/166320_1794063292440_1265408437_2079033_5636313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOYkkIj2KGk/SHBDKiTc6kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2xAFnt8ciNA/s72-c/inside_lgprojet04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
