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Quentin Tarantino, Christopher Nolan, Judd Apatow, and J.J. Abrams are banding together to help keep film stock in production, Wall Street Journal reports.
See an 11-year-old Martin Scorsese‘s storyboards for a Roman epic titled The Eternal City, which he wanted Marlon Brando, Virginia Mayo, Alec Guinness and Richard Burton to star in (via Cinephilia & Beyond):
Set photographer Mary Ellen lists her top 10 Criterion films.
At Esquire, Ben Collins pleads to stop giving Michael Bay all your money:
This is not a controversial opinion. America’s Michael Bay Tax has collected $237 million in the last 33 days from Transformers: Age of Extinction revenues alone. Worldwide, that film’s gross will pass the $1 billion mark over the next week. By that time, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will have arrived. TMNT is a disaster porn corruption of the early ’90s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles film and cartoon series — and, in turn, a bastardization of your carefree childhood or your child’s even better one — and it is produced, of course, by Michael Bay.
Watch a excerpt from James Quandt‘s video essay on Jacques Demy, on the recent Criterion release:
At Movie Mezzanine, Andy Crump looks back at Jacques Tati‘s Playtime:
It happens to all of us: urban befuddlement. Perhaps you’ve had the pleasure of jaunting around a city that wasn’t your own, lost as a nun on a honeymoon and overwhelmed by your dislocation. Maybe you’ve gone out for a job interview and wound up wandering around a building that, despite being clearly large on the outside, feels infinitely more cavernous on the inside. And everyone has, at one point or another in their lives, been made to confront the distinct possibility that time and modernity have passed them by (particularly now, in the age where Facebook is slowly fossilizing into a hoary relic of a bygone era).