It’s been months since my last visit to the BFI. By far one of my favourite places in London to hang out, even when not catching a film, it has been so long that I’d started to miss it. Today’s lunchtime dash to get tickets for James Franco’s Screen Epiphanies screening of Psycho has fixed that.
If the title of this post doesn’t sum up my feeling towards this film clearly enough, then this should:
One of the best blogs I’ve been introduced to recently is 9 Film Frames, which attempts to sum up a film by only using 9 of its frames.
I particularly like this one of one of my favourites from last year, Holy Motors, as it’s a wonderful reminder of what an absolutely oddball film that was.
I think Gatsby is the Great American Novel, even though it slipped out of fashion and out of print for decades (like Moby Dick and lots of Faulkner), and even though its author, no matter his achievement, is somehow assuredly not the Great American Novelist. The Great American Novel never makes for the Great American Movie. The latter rarely derives from the former. The Godfather was based on a pulp smash, Vertigo on a Gallic-noir potboiler, and Casablanca was written by committee.
As much as I love the film Midnight in Paris, I’ve just realised there’s one quite major error to the whole thing. If Owen Wilson’s character is as big a fan of the Lost Generation and their associates as he claims to be, then surely he would of instantly recognised who they all were on their first meeting.
I’m yet to find the time today to flick through Timeout’s much discussed best romantic films of all time list. That being said, my opinion of the list is still as follows: if the top three isn’t made up of Eternal Sunshine, Casablanca and Tiffany’s, then, to put it simply, it is wrong.
The age old idiom of not judging a book by its cover can also be directly applied to film. After spending the last few months conceiving people that Harmony Korine’s Spring Breakers is not the film they’re expecting it to be, I now feel I’ll be doing the same with Sofia Coppola’s The Bling Ring.
I’ve never really had much respect for Harmony Korine as a filmmaker but that’s definitely changed after last nights viewing of Spring Breakers. One of my favourite films of the year so far.