I don't really care how much the latest superhero film took at the box office, although I'd probably know if you asked me. When I watch a film the main thing I am looking for is a good story. I like it when I look up at the big screen and can see a part of me staring back at me. More than anything, I am still looking for Jimmy Stewart and Jack Lemmon and Billy Wilder in every film I see.
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Not Myself
Sunday, 1 July 2012
Where Charlie Chaplin Lived in Kennington
He lived here. Isn't that amazing?
Charlie Chaplin actually existed. And it's right in front of me. The most important artist in the history of cinema, at least to me and a lot of other people.
I can't be in Kennington and NOT seek out where he lived. It seems important somehow. It's as close as I can get.
When you watch his old movies, he hardly seems real. He's too magical, too heartbreaking and too funny. He was SO human that it leaves you thinking there's no way he was actually human.
The people who live in these houses hate me. I trespass, I just have to get closer. I'm stalking a ghost of the past, and it can't be helped. He was in those rooms, under that roof.
You figure maybe some of his genius comes from the location, the places he passed through. Maybe the trees around here existed when he did. Maybe there's piece of a brick or a fence or a stone that hasn't been touched since. Maybe you're closer to Charlie than you think. At least, you like to think so.
Just for a moment
You feel like you're really in it.
Like the energy is leading you some place.
Like things are happening and people are listening.
And opportunities are arriving every which way.
Experience teaches you these things are temporary.
But they're real.
And they're why we love this industry.
Saturday, 30 June 2012
3 Cinema Issues
The phone people.
Why do they pay all that money, just to sit in a dark room surfing Facebook? They could just go into their bedrooms, turn off the lights, and the same thing would be achieved. Why do they bother venturing out to the cinema? Most of them don't even notice there's a movie on.
The whispering.
I'd rather they SHOUT! The whispering makes me want to literally rip my head off and throw it at them.
The man with the bald head.
He always sits two rows in front of you. He blocks your view (especially if you want to watch the movie). You can try move seats, but he always ends up in front of you.
And there's something about a bald head that attracts your attention. You keep glancing at it every five seconds, as if one of the film's characters will appear on it to deliver an important line of dialogue.