Well, we all knew this was coming, but that doesn’t make it any less gut-wrenching. He had been in and out of the hospital for months with numerous infections, but after the life he led and all of the adversities he overcame, I bet I’m not the only one who had a little secret part of his brain where the idea of an immortal Nelson Mandela took root.
The 1986 Anti-Apartheid march in New York City was the first real political event that my father and I attended together and it was a galvanizing moment not just for myself, but for tens of thousands of others. I had just graduated high school, bound for a liberal arts school in Massachusetts and in the mid-late 1980′s, you were hard-pressed to find a campus without a home-made shanty, without divestment protests and without Nelson Mandela’s face adoring dorm rooms across campus.
Also in the 80s, Ska was making one of its regular comebacks dubbed (pun intended) the 2 Tone sound, it was rife with political and integrationist feelings, hence the black and white imagery. One of the songs that helped raise the profile of Mandela and the Anti-Apartheid movement was “Free Nelson Mandela,” by The Special AKA:
Mandela was one for the ages. An inspiration for countless millions, even billions and someone who achieved the rarest of heights: Worldwide recognition for all the right reasons. We will never see the likes of him again.
The Silly Season continues, with today’s Sundance announcement of more films, including the Spotlight section, ‘Park City at Midnight,’ and a new ‘Sundance Kids’ section. Spotlight is a collection of films that Sundance programmers have seen at other fests around the world, while the Midnight films are, well, you know what they are!
I’m super psyched for a few of the films announced today, including Taika Waititi and Jemaine Clement’s What We Do in the Shadows (A mocumentary about a group of New Zealand vampires struggling to adapt to the modern world? Yes, please!), Locke, Blue Ruin, and Jim Jarmusch’s latest, Only Lovers Left Alive.
And the madness begins!
More on this throughout the rest of the day and beyond, but here’s the Sundance release!
If any of you were hesitating to mourn irony, wait no longer. Wal-Mart has slain the giant by offering prints of Banksy’s print entitled, I shit you not, Destroy Capitalism. According to Salon.com….
According to the Huffington Post, the link has been removed, but still… this rivals the recent JP Morgan Twitter hubbub. There is no cure for corporate idiocy.
In a year where many of the industry watchers have (rightly) pummeled the film biz for its paucity of woman directors, Variety has named their 10 Directors To Watch (there are 11, as one film is directed by a pair) and 5 out of the 11 are women. Of course Variety made sure everyone knew that by pointing it out in the opening paragraph of their post, but I won’t begrudge them a little horn blowing when it’s for something I agree with so strongly!
I haven’t seen any of their films, but I am certainly looking forward to checking them out when I get a chance!
Rabbi’s back! Tell a friend!
(SO sorry for that…couldn’t resist.)
So…yeah. I’ve decided to brush off the mothballs and resurrect The Rabbi Report as a going concern. What that means, I’m not sure but there will be film, TV, home video, politics, music, sports and other assorted mishegas, all with my own particular spin and well, you know I have my opinions!
So follow along, why don’t you?
Talk about redefining the English language in order to market things to put in our increasingly fatter faces….
Please to explain how the word “Homemade” belongs within 500 yards of this container of ice cream?
Talk about stretching the definition….
I don’t know about you, but I generally don’t keep Microcrystalline Cellulose or Cellulose Gel (both undigestible vegetable matter) on hand in my pantry.
Am I the only one that gets pissed off when they see this sort of chicanery?
Writer-directors Jay (L) and Mark (R) Duplass flank actress Judy Greer at the home video release reception for the Duplass’ “Jeff Who Lives at Home.”
The fun and festive reception for the home video release of Jay and Mark Duplass’ Jeff Who Lives at Home was held at Santa Monica’s Basement Tavern, located inside the Victorian (a great space, BTW), and the place was festooned with quotes from Kevin (Evan Ross) and even featured a Dartboard of Destiny:
Jay Duplass retrieves his “bullzeye!”
Attendees ate (some insane mac & cheese and other tasty vittles), drank (the bartenders outdid themselves) and were indeed, quite merry!
Jeff Who Lives at Home has a 77% rating on Rotten Tomatoes and the DVD and Blu-ray were released on June 19th.
After all this time and all that couch jumping, it turns out that Katie Holmes just wasn’t that in Scientology.
The religion has become an increasing source of friction for TOMKAT as their little Suri has grown up, sources connected with the couple told TMZ. That’s the main reason these sources say that Holmes wanted to divorce Cruise and get sole custody of their little girl.
Read the rest here.
The 2012 Los Angeles Film Festival kicked off a week ago tonight with the North American premiere of Woody Allen’s eagerly anticipated To Rome With Love. He’s going to have a tough act to follow, as last year’s Midnight in Paris won the best original screenplay Oscar and was Allen’s biggest box office performer to date (although adjusted for inflation, it doesn’t come close to Love & Death, Sleeper, Annie Hall, Manhattan and several others). While I haven’t seen it yet, word after the screening was pretty meh. Not bad, not great. That’s ok, really. The man has already made 42 features (!!!!). Out of those, I have seen 20 (I “missed” a lot of the bad ones but yes, that’s a poor percentage) and of those 20, I’d rate 15 of them 7/10 or better, with maybe six full-blown masterpieces. That’s a pretty decent success rate.
So far I’ve caught 15 films at the festival, with not a stinker in the bunch. In fact, they’ve ranged from very good to superb!
Top of the heap so far for the docs are Cosima Spender’s Without Gorky and Malik Bendjelloul’s Searching For Sugar Man. The latter has distribution via Sony Pictures Classics which will open in NY and LA on July 27th but the former is un-bought and deserves serious attention.
A look at the emotional vacuum left by the suicide of the abstract impressionist master, Arshile Gorky. The absolute perfect example of a compelling personal documentary, Spender’s film is probing and revealing without being in the least bit exploitative of her subjects, which happen to be her family, as Spender is Gorky’s granddaughter. Far more than a biopic and far more than an art film, Without Gorky explores what was left behind by Gorky after his suicide in 1948 and how his survivors are still processing his death (and life) after 60 years.
In the hopes that you go into Bendjelloul’s extraordinary film knowing very little, I’ll try and avoid spoiling too much. Suffice to say that even if you know the hook of Searching For Sugar Man, you’ll still find yourself not believing what you’re seeing. Trust me. This one you cannot miss.
More from this special edition of the Los Angeles Film Festival later!