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“Cinema Is a Foreign Language” — Leos Carax

January 16, 2013 Biblioklept5 Comments

Hello, I’m Leos Carax, director of foreign-language films. I’ve been making foreign-language films my whole life. Foreign-language films are made all over the world, of course, except in America. In America, they only make non-foreign-language films. Foreign-language films are very hard to make, obviously, because you have to invent a foreign language instead of using the usual language. But the truth is, cinema is a foreign language, a language created for those who need to travel to the other side of life. Good night.

Director Leos Carax accepts his award from the Los Angeles Film Critics Association for best-foreign language film for Holy Motors. (Here’s my review of Holy Motors, by the way).

RIP Nagisa Oshima

January 15, 2013January 15, 2013 BibliokleptLeave a comment

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RIP Japanese filmmaker Nagisa Oshima, 1932-2013

(Guardian obituary; AV Club obituary)

Diary of a Shinjuku Thief — Nagisa Oshima (Full Film)

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Orson Welles Talks About Making Fun of Ernest Hemingway

January 14, 2013January 13, 2013 Biblioklept4 Comments

Lindsay Anderson on Ozu’s Tokyo Story

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David Lynch Drilling, Sawing, Painting, Swearing, Smoking, Etc.

January 10, 2013January 10, 2013 Biblioklept7 Comments

Andrei Tarkovsky: The Collector of Dreams (Book Acquired, 12.29.2012)

January 9, 2013January 9, 2013 BibliokleptLeave a comment

Layla Alexander-Garrett’s memoir Andrei Tarkovsky: The Collector of Dreams is new from Glagoslav. Their blurb:

The Sacrifice is Andrei Tarkovsky’s final masterpiece. The film was shot in Sweden, during the summer of 1985, while Tarkovsky was in exile; it turned out to be his final testament. Day after day, while the film was being made, Layla Alexander-Garrett – Tarkovsky’s on-site interpreter – kept a diary which forms the basis of her award-winning book Andrei Tarkovsky: The Collector Of Dreams. In this book the great director is portrayed as a real, living person: tormented, happy, inexhaustibly kind but at times harsh, unrelenting, conscience-stricken and artistically unfulfilled.

I’ve been riffling through it over the past few days. Alexander-Garrett describes her time with Tarkovsky in vivid detail—there’s a concrete richness to the book, and the author doesn’t try to psychoanalyze or interpret or otherwise interpose herself between the reader and the subject. More to come.