Phil Concannon watches Late Shift and ponders the idea of the interactive movie and watching with your phone switched on.
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After yesterday’s spectacular start to our look at great movie montages we CUT TO part-two now.
Montages for a Monday Morning
We here at Mostly Film understand your problem. You want to read the Blog, but you’re rushed off your feet; so much to do, so little time. So what do we do? In the classic movie manner, we give you a Montage Sequence: one handy package of compressed time with one overriding outcome: great Montage Sequences.
A box full of stars
Blake Backlash celebrates the 160th birthday of William Friese-Greene by looking inside The Magic Box.
Warning: Combustible Celluloid
In some places they mark they start of advent by turning on the Christmas Lights. At MostlyFilm we prefer to blow things up. Here are some of our most incendiary writers on their favourite movie explosions.
London on Film – London Symphony
While the film world’s eyes are turned towards London for the LFF, Alex Barrett talks about his ambitious new film project about the city, and explains how you can get involved.
Nothing to declare
Niall Anderson watches Al Pacino deconstruct Oscar Wilde’s most difficult play, and himself
See Rome, And Live!
Niall Anderson sees a new restoration of Roberto Rossellini’s 1945 classic, Rome: Open City
We Are What We Are
Stake Land director Jim Mickle’s remake of a cult Mexican horror flick about a very peculiar family discombobulates Scout Tafoya and gets him thinking.
Very Extremely Dangerous
Want to make a film about a cult musician-turned-bank-robber who’d like to make one last record before he dies of lung cancer? Paul Duane tells you how.
When this all started I was in limbo. A documentary called Barbaric Genius that I’d given three years and a great deal of my own money to was on the verge of collapsing, leaving me in real doubt as to whether I’d be able to continue. I was able to finish that film in 2011, but at the time previously committed co-producers were melting into thin air on all sides as the going got tough, and I had taken to drinking whiskey in the office where I spent most days alone, looking out the window at the hotel opposite, feeling like some hopeless case out of an Edward Hopper painting.
I’d spoken to Jerry on the phone a few times. He’d found his way into my life via some blog posts I’d put up a few years earlier, when I was desperately trying to fund a film about the extraordinary Memphis musician and producer Jim Dickinson, one of the very few people I’ve ever met who absolutely deserved to have a film made about him.
Jerry had eluded me at that time – he was in jail in Florida, it later turned out – but now he’d resurfaced and I was the first ‘media’ person he contacted, and only because he wanted to get back in touch with Jim Dickinson, who was at this point (mid-2009) in hospital and seriously ill.
Then Jim died – a black day in the memories of all who knew him, though his self-penned epitaph – “I’m just dead, I’m not gone” – has proved true. And my contact with Jerry lapsed. I had many things to work on. Until, one day, I had nothing to work on, everything except the whiskey and the view out the office window had fallen away, and that was the day I heard from Joyce (Jerry’s saviour, fianceé and the love of his life, it seems). Continue reading Very Extremely Dangerous