You know that old chestnut they have in Hollywood? The one that goes something like, "Why make one TV movie about Amy Fisher, when you could just as easily make three?" It's definitely out there, I think. Hence, when Fisher's affair with Joey Buttafuoco exploded in the news in 1992, all three major networks saw fit to make their own movie about it, giving Alyssa Milano, Drew Barrymore, and Nöelle Parker each a chance to try their hand at playing America's favorite gun-wielding teenager.
The natural thing to do, then, is splice all this archival footage together into one Amy Fisher 20th anniversary super-movie, which is exactly what director Dan Kapelovitz has done with Triple Fisher: Lethal Lolitas of Long Island, screening tonight at Videology. We caught up with him before the East Coast Premiere of what is being billed by some as "the Rashomon of found footage cinema" to find out why now, why Amy.
The New York Post reports today that the Sundance people are in talks with the uh, Brooklyn people to possibly bring some incarnation — or maybe an entire new branch of — the festival to DUMBO. Organizers are said to be scouting a location under the Brooklyn Bridge as a possible headquarters for the event, which would be put on in conjunction with the Bloomberg-backed Independent Filmmaker Project. Since the talks are still "very early," it seems like these developers could use a nudge. So, in the interest of the future of film and of Brooklyn, here are 5 hastily assembled but foolproof arguments in our favor. You can't resist the pull, Robert Redford. Stop trying.
You know, sometimes a story comes along on a sleepy, slow-news afternoon that just makes you feel alive again as a blogger and a human, makes you squirm a little in your seat and think, "anything is possible in this crazy world of ours, anything at all." Today, it's the story of an anonymous extra on the Magic Mike set who turned that dream job into even more of a dream job, simply by sneaking her finger into Matthew McConaughey's ass during a pivotal scene. See?
Sadly, Gothamist reports this morning that Sol Yurick, author of the 1965 book that served as the basis for The Warriors, passed away this week from complications with lung cancer. He was 88.
As the new editor of The L's film section, I hope that ethos somewhat carries into our Fourth Annual Film Poll—that this won't just be a list of the usual suspects (although you will find The Master and Moonrise Kingdom here; hey, it was a strong year for established auteurs!) but will also include surprises, confounding choices, movies you never heard of, and movies you wish you hadn't heard of—movies that reflect the particular and often peculiar tastes of our writers.
You should watch more movies. Here's a bunch of awesome ones. Henry Stewart
The Austrian chronicler gives us an addictive, HD nightscape of Europe at work, from security guards to mental-health hotline operators to Webcam porn actors to protesters and their riot police. A portrait emerges of a cordial, ever-fascinating civilization catered to and controlled to within an inch of its life—think Richard Scarry meets Harun Farocki.
The story of the movie’s progress is pretty interesting. It had a pretty rough start, didn’t it?
It was a really rough start. It kind of landed with a thud to begin with. You know festivals, distributors and even some of my collaborators weren’t that thrilled about the movie, and so it was a lonely time for about six months. Then the story changed, and it keeps changing. It’s unpredictable, and you never know if it’s going to change again over the next couple of weeks. The progress it’s made has been slow and I don’t know if we’ve had enough time that it’s going to pay off even more now that we’re back in New York. We’re returning to some other cities, too—San Francisco is one I’m very excited about.
Finally a good break from hectic weekdays..
I would normally agree with the other comments on this board. Or I'd simply stop…