Is it the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington that's creating this glut of amazing black-interest movies? What is a girl to do?!
I don't usually do lists but here goes. This weekend includes:
LES SAIGNANTES (2005) @ Spectacle tonight. If you like experimentation, African films, sci-fi, self-relfexive film, political films, gorgeous films, comedy etc. then you have to check out Bekolo.
(ha ha ha I'm not really a racist! It's just acting!)
Odds Against Tomorrow (1959) Harry Belafonte. Robert. Ryan. Shelly Winters And Gloria Grahame? AND it's shot in noirish Hudson, NY? Best seen big screen @ BAM Friday. Robert Ryan's right up there in Richard Widmark territory being all racist and RR/RW (ie. hot and crazy) scary! A beautiful B&W film directed by Robert Wise and produced by Belefonte's production company, HarBel. Jazz score by John Lewis.
They're K I L L I N G it at BAM with A Time for Burning: Cinema of the Civil Rights Movement. I've really got to catch up with the blog and I'm full of regret at everything I've missed! The combining of docs and features is fantastic and I love that they're going outside the box genre-wise by showing Hershell Gordon Lewis' 2000 MANIACS! (1964).
I've never seen it but have definitely heard of it so I'm gonna put my gore-guard on and check it out tomorrow. Look for more as I restart Ina's Horror Blog. Lovely "Nothing But A Man" (1963) plays this weekend as well.
(Sing it with Bobby Womack:)ACROSS 110TH STREET (1972) d.Barry Shear, @ AMMI in FUN CITY programmed by J.Hoberman.
I loves this movie--it's one of my favorite blaxploitation flicks--it uplifts the genre! And it's got my boyfriend, mean, sweaty and insecure mafioso Tony Franciosa. Oh yeah, GoodcopBadcops Anthony Quinn and Yaphet Cotto and grrrr-owly villain Richard Ward are all in it too!
Spoiler alert: this is the best scene it the film and I wrote a lot of papers about it! Watch as Doc Ward "Punks" Franciosa's Nick di Salvo. Laughter and scenery chewing ensues:
Chiavi (2013) Paper, cardboard, tape. ina diane archer
"Now something was beginning to happen. It was nothing that she had planned or wanted to happen, and yet she was making it happen. It was happening under her direction, for it was she that had made the sign with the white handkerchief, raised it and lowered it quickly in the night air, and then wrapped in it a pair of heavy iron keys which gave admission to the palazzo..."
I don't have anything more in particular to say right now but more objects from Mrs. Stone will be coming up. Meanwhile, here's a feisty questioning of the whole premise: blog. And a terrific one about the fashion and interiors of the film: Sweet...
"She smiled to herself, and whispered, Look! I've stopped the drift!
I'm here! On the West Coast! At The Headlands Center For the Arts! I arrived with a cold and a little melancholy but I'm beginning to chilllax (as opposed to having chills) and to start to take "it" in!
The Center is in Sausalito, a place I visited once in the 70's with my parents. We visited and stayed with my parents great friends, Archie and Vesta Williams. Archie was a fellow retired Tuskegee Airman whose lifestyle choices seemed so opposite to my father’s corporate post military life yet they remained buddies since their WW2 flying days. We drove up the twisting streets up to their self-built earthquake proof (?!)house set up on a stilt system. Archie, a science teacher, was building a portable planetarium. Vesta, had a loom. They cooked a pork roast in a smoker and we had homemade chutney with it. We bought heavy brown Heath ceramic plates and slept on futons and listened to jazz. How was it my parents had these hip, artistic friends!!
So, I also am finding it quite moving and full of vague but evocative memories here...
Passing a little floating city of houseboats on the way to the Headlands, I recalled amazing scenes that I saw in The Beaches of Agnès (Les Plages d'Agnes)
--by the one person I wish I could turn into, the transcendent Agnès Varda! To begin my headlands posts from Marin county and the environs take a look at this sweet short, Oncle Yanko!