Friday, 23 April 2010
it's a small world afterall
The compilation of Andy Kaufman clips we screened at our night this week. Enjoy!
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
MOVIE STARS WHO WON'T SLEEP WITH ME by Alice Saint
1: LiLo
(from zine issue 3)
When I found out that Lilo was sleeping with Samantha Ronson, I thought: there goes that last remaining barrier. Lindsay likes women. What possible excuse could Lindsay have for not liking me? And when they split up, I had that thought again: case closed. She likes women, and she's single, and she's clearly unhappy alone - the only thing standing between us is the fact that we haven't met yet. This sort of grand delusion could, in a man, seem sad, sinister, dangerous (apart from your garden variety miserable losers and misogynists, you've got crazed stalkers, violent criminals, and let's not forget the would be presidential assassin who did it all for love of Jodie Foster. (Which reminds me, Jodie Foster more than merits a why-won't-she-sleep-with-me column). But I decided that, in a woman like me, it could easily be disguised as whimsical charm. In the attempt to pass off my egotistical Lilomaniac disorder as a lovable quirk, I had three major things going for me. #1 I look, for the most part, nonthreatening. #2 I'm too lazy to take any stalkerlike action in the realm of real life (or anywhere else outside my own bedroom). And the clincher: #3 I didn't actually tell anyone about it.
I've now decided two things is enough. I'm coming clean about LL, and about all the other objects of my desire who couldn't possibly be less obscure. I'm going to tell you about them because the egotistical element of my condition has at least begun to wear off, and I have realised this:
- Lindsay Lohan et al are never going to sleep with me
- there is nothing I can do except whine
- whining is something I really, really can do.
I begin with Lindsay because she really does contain multitudes - she's younger than me, born in 1986, and yet she has been so many women already, and I've found a way, dutifully, painstakingly, to fall in love with each one. Even by the standards of movie stars, even by those of recovering child stars (and ex-child stars should have a why-won't-they-sleep-with-me subcategory of their own [hello again, Jodie]), LL moved in record time from exuberant redheaded strength to Firecrotch faux-trash to half-cracked late-Marilyn blonde (Oh, MM! If anyone deserves a spinoff, it surely must be the ranks and ranks of Dead Movie Stars Who Won't Sleep With Me).
She is so many of my fixations, incarnate. In my mind's eye all those iterations are entangled, messily mapped onto one another, most of all her open, resilient, beaming Mean Girls smile superimposed on those Vanity Fair shots - that breakable woman moving delicately, barely lifting her heavy lids, naked but hidden under layers of impersonation (of Monroe, of herself) or wrapped in wool as if she might freeze, even there on the hot beach. That quality of letting people see too little and too much of her at once is what most makes a movie star. It's why I usually can't fall for someone if she (of he, but they don't make male stars like they used to, so I'll save the boys for my Dead column) is too good an actor. So often with a real star you can look straight through the part and see the woman trapped inside; or she bursts through the script like a movie monster; or the character thins to nothing as the star becomes remote, chills you, endlessly retreats. Each of these can be magical, but none is acting. LL should have been disqualified from this column simply on grounds of competence, but like Marilyn she gets round it because although she really can act, she frequently doesn't (even on those now rare occasions when she appears in films), and those warring LL personae threaten to overwhelm all else.
LL is also one in a long line of my fantasy beloveds with well-documented daddy troubles. Why these should inspire such longings I can't say. Again, this rare small advantage of non-manhood saves me - not only can I make Lilo-in-lingerie my desktop image even at work with barely a disapproving glance, but I can admit to loving her partly for the woundedness without counting myself a predator looking for an easy mark. After all, these lost Hollywood Electras are by definition such a forbiddingly heteronormative bunch - LL's brief conversion notwithstanding - that they'd top the list of stars who don't want me without even trying. In any case, LL's public sufferings, though long years of victim-worship have trained me to appreciate them, to respond with tenderness and renewed devotion, can't stop me missing the old Lilo, the one whose faint image still flickers about every gossip page I see her smeared across. So many Lindsays and yet always one; she's torn to shreds and yet she rises up; she's overexposed and yet unfathomable: Rumsfeld might call her a known unknown. But, godless though I am, I should stop short of blasphemy. Her artifice is all the more beguiling because it isn't quite successful - you can't see where it begins and ends but you can certainly see what it does. Watching her fall, of course, had a force and intensity of its own, and made it easier to imagine she might change her mind and sleep with me after all, but I'd trade that mirage any day for one more movie starring freckled insouciant LL with that hair and the American teeth and the wide-open eyes.
(from zine issue 3)
When I found out that Lilo was sleeping with Samantha Ronson, I thought: there goes that last remaining barrier. Lindsay likes women. What possible excuse could Lindsay have for not liking me? And when they split up, I had that thought again: case closed. She likes women, and she's single, and she's clearly unhappy alone - the only thing standing between us is the fact that we haven't met yet. This sort of grand delusion could, in a man, seem sad, sinister, dangerous (apart from your garden variety miserable losers and misogynists, you've got crazed stalkers, violent criminals, and let's not forget the would be presidential assassin who did it all for love of Jodie Foster. (Which reminds me, Jodie Foster more than merits a why-won't-she-sleep-with-me column). But I decided that, in a woman like me, it could easily be disguised as whimsical charm. In the attempt to pass off my egotistical Lilomaniac disorder as a lovable quirk, I had three major things going for me. #1 I look, for the most part, nonthreatening. #2 I'm too lazy to take any stalkerlike action in the realm of real life (or anywhere else outside my own bedroom). And the clincher: #3 I didn't actually tell anyone about it.
I've now decided two things is enough. I'm coming clean about LL, and about all the other objects of my desire who couldn't possibly be less obscure. I'm going to tell you about them because the egotistical element of my condition has at least begun to wear off, and I have realised this:
- Lindsay Lohan et al are never going to sleep with me
- there is nothing I can do except whine
- whining is something I really, really can do.
I begin with Lindsay because she really does contain multitudes - she's younger than me, born in 1986, and yet she has been so many women already, and I've found a way, dutifully, painstakingly, to fall in love with each one. Even by the standards of movie stars, even by those of recovering child stars (and ex-child stars should have a why-won't-they-sleep-with-me subcategory of their own [hello again, Jodie]), LL moved in record time from exuberant redheaded strength to Firecrotch faux-trash to half-cracked late-Marilyn blonde (Oh, MM! If anyone deserves a spinoff, it surely must be the ranks and ranks of Dead Movie Stars Who Won't Sleep With Me).
She is so many of my fixations, incarnate. In my mind's eye all those iterations are entangled, messily mapped onto one another, most of all her open, resilient, beaming Mean Girls smile superimposed on those Vanity Fair shots - that breakable woman moving delicately, barely lifting her heavy lids, naked but hidden under layers of impersonation (of Monroe, of herself) or wrapped in wool as if she might freeze, even there on the hot beach. That quality of letting people see too little and too much of her at once is what most makes a movie star. It's why I usually can't fall for someone if she (of he, but they don't make male stars like they used to, so I'll save the boys for my Dead column) is too good an actor. So often with a real star you can look straight through the part and see the woman trapped inside; or she bursts through the script like a movie monster; or the character thins to nothing as the star becomes remote, chills you, endlessly retreats. Each of these can be magical, but none is acting. LL should have been disqualified from this column simply on grounds of competence, but like Marilyn she gets round it because although she really can act, she frequently doesn't (even on those now rare occasions when she appears in films), and those warring LL personae threaten to overwhelm all else.
LL is also one in a long line of my fantasy beloveds with well-documented daddy troubles. Why these should inspire such longings I can't say. Again, this rare small advantage of non-manhood saves me - not only can I make Lilo-in-lingerie my desktop image even at work with barely a disapproving glance, but I can admit to loving her partly for the woundedness without counting myself a predator looking for an easy mark. After all, these lost Hollywood Electras are by definition such a forbiddingly heteronormative bunch - LL's brief conversion notwithstanding - that they'd top the list of stars who don't want me without even trying. In any case, LL's public sufferings, though long years of victim-worship have trained me to appreciate them, to respond with tenderness and renewed devotion, can't stop me missing the old Lilo, the one whose faint image still flickers about every gossip page I see her smeared across. So many Lindsays and yet always one; she's torn to shreds and yet she rises up; she's overexposed and yet unfathomable: Rumsfeld might call her a known unknown. But, godless though I am, I should stop short of blasphemy. Her artifice is all the more beguiling because it isn't quite successful - you can't see where it begins and ends but you can certainly see what it does. Watching her fall, of course, had a force and intensity of its own, and made it easier to imagine she might change her mind and sleep with me after all, but I'd trade that mirage any day for one more movie starring freckled insouciant LL with that hair and the American teeth and the wide-open eyes.
Monday, 12 April 2010
2010 04 Pictures Night
andy kaufman died for your sins / andy kaufman lives
***NOTE: WE'RE ON A TUESDAY THIS MONTH***
and on that Tuesday you will see:
ANDY KAUFMAN
best known as Latka in Taxi/for being played by Jim Carrey in Man On The Moon/for having an R.E.M. song written about him, Andy Kaufman was a stand-up comedian-cum-performance artist-cum-song and dance man whose impossible to categorise act has won him a huge and well deserved cult following over the years. His exploits are far too many to go into here but career highlights include holding the International Women's Wrestling championship (and touring the country challenging any who thought themselves woman enough to try and take it back), playing the bongos in Carnegie Hall, playing with Johnny Cash, and potentially faking his own death. Tonight we spend some time with the man behind the moon, with (very rare) sketches, shorts and best loved Kaufman performances as well as excerpts from the documentaries I'M FROM HOLLYWOOD and ANDY KAUFMAN MIDNIGHT SPECIAL.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Kaufman
&
A TRIP TO THE MOON & other shorts by GEORGE MELIES
Another great enigma, arguably the first person to ever use a special effect on film, Melies was the celluloid magician, creating visual trickeries that really have lost none of their magic even though created as early as 1898. We pay tribute with a selection of classic shorts.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Melies
&
CITIZENS OF THE UNIVERSE live
Shirani of The Super Shirani Nitemare Band returns with a new project, Citizens Of The Universe - moody, emotional and raw pop hooks with nods to Leonard Cohen, Lee & Nancy along the way.
http://www.myspace.com/herecomethecitizens
&
PORTALS by GIRL MOUNTAIN - video by Ambrose Yalley/LIVE SOUNDTRACK by Girl Mountain
The new Girl Mountain video Portals by Ambrose Yalley, with Mr. Mountain himself crafting a live soundtrack. This is a Pictures first, and something we hope to do a lot of. Promises noise and chaos.
http://www.myspace.com/girlmountain
&
CRACKED WORLD FOUNDATION
Festival warm-up show...incessant gabble and hiss & you're allowed to dance
http://www.myspace.com/crackedworldfoundation
&
DIY MOVIES BY
Lawn-Darte & Steele
http://lawndartesteele.blogspot.com/
Still Corners/Garry Sykes - premiere of the new STILL CORNERS video
&
our BODYCOUNT GAME bows out with a massacre (maybe) & cool prizes as per
&
PROJECTIONS
FREE POPCORN
ZINES
FREE ENTRY FREE ENTRY FREE ENTRY
***NOTE: WE'RE ON A TUESDAY THIS MONTH***
and on that Tuesday you will see:
ANDY KAUFMAN
best known as Latka in Taxi/for being played by Jim Carrey in Man On The Moon/for having an R.E.M. song written about him, Andy Kaufman was a stand-up comedian-cum-performance artist-cum-song and dance man whose impossible to categorise act has won him a huge and well deserved cult following over the years. His exploits are far too many to go into here but career highlights include holding the International Women's Wrestling championship (and touring the country challenging any who thought themselves woman enough to try and take it back), playing the bongos in Carnegie Hall, playing with Johnny Cash, and potentially faking his own death. Tonight we spend some time with the man behind the moon, with (very rare) sketches, shorts and best loved Kaufman performances as well as excerpts from the documentaries I'M FROM HOLLYWOOD and ANDY KAUFMAN MIDNIGHT SPECIAL.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Kaufman
&
A TRIP TO THE MOON & other shorts by GEORGE MELIES
Another great enigma, arguably the first person to ever use a special effect on film, Melies was the celluloid magician, creating visual trickeries that really have lost none of their magic even though created as early as 1898. We pay tribute with a selection of classic shorts.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Melies
&
CITIZENS OF THE UNIVERSE live
Shirani of The Super Shirani Nitemare Band returns with a new project, Citizens Of The Universe - moody, emotional and raw pop hooks with nods to Leonard Cohen, Lee & Nancy along the way.
http://www.myspace.com/herecomethecitizens
&
PORTALS by GIRL MOUNTAIN - video by Ambrose Yalley/LIVE SOUNDTRACK by Girl Mountain
The new Girl Mountain video Portals by Ambrose Yalley, with Mr. Mountain himself crafting a live soundtrack. This is a Pictures first, and something we hope to do a lot of. Promises noise and chaos.
http://www.myspace.com/girlmountain
&
CRACKED WORLD FOUNDATION
Festival warm-up show...incessant gabble and hiss & you're allowed to dance
http://www.myspace.com/crackedworldfoundation
&
DIY MOVIES BY
Lawn-Darte & Steele
http://lawndartesteele.blogspot.com/
Still Corners/Garry Sykes - premiere of the new STILL CORNERS video
&
our BODYCOUNT GAME bows out with a massacre (maybe) & cool prizes as per
&
PROJECTIONS
FREE POPCORN
ZINES
FREE ENTRY FREE ENTRY FREE ENTRY
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Friday, 19 March 2010
Monday, 15 March 2010
Sunday, 14 March 2010
2010 Pictures 3
17/03/10 BARDENS BOUDOIR, DALSTON FREE ENTRY
Planting one squarely in Mr. Burton's eye, tonight we take a look at those who've journeyed down rabbit holes and lived to tell the tale. Featuring:
LICK THE STAR (Sofia Coppola, 15mins)
The Lost In Translation director's first film takes us into a world of bitchy high school poison plots and hidden notes in the classroom. Great soundtrack for a short too - Free Kitten, Shonen Knife...
I, AN ACTRESS and HOLD ME WHEN I'M NAKED (George Kuchar, 25mins)
This is REAL underground film, from one of the two brothers Kuchar - camp, disturbing, hilarious and raw, these are two of the finest excerpts from over half a century of Wonderland exploration. A rare treat.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Kuchar
live! COLUMBUS & CRUSOE
Coming to us from Lewisham where they reside with a ghost and a cat, Columbus & Crusoe meld perfect folk-tinged songwriting (think Bill Callahan, Silver Jews) with your modern city life, and share members with luminaries like Trash Kit, Holly & Jessika, The Madrigals...
http://www.myspace.com/columbusandcrusoe
POLICE STATE (Nick Zedd, 15 mins)
In Zedd's case Wonderland is a cell and the mad hatter's tea party spells only brutality in this abrasive short from one of the key figures (alongside the likes of Richard Kern) in the Cinema of Transgression.
http://www.nickzedd.com/
ALICE IN WONDERLAND (Cecil M. Hepworth, 10 mins)
The very first adaptation of Alice on the silver screen that has, you know, a plot and everything. We might take a look at one or two other past screen incarnations too.
THE ROUNDERS (Roscoe 'Fatty' Arbuckle, 15 mins)
starring CHARLIE CHAPLIN & ROSCOE ARBUCKLE in a rare appearance together, soundtrack selection by The Ludovico Technique
http://www.ralphmag.org/fatty.html
plus DIY shorts by
RITA RIBAS
HANNAH FORBES BLACK
JACK BARRACLOUGH
& more
plus
our ever popular BODYCOUNT GAME, free to play and with cool prizes
COREY HAIM TRIBUTE
and the usual
ZINES
PROJECTIONS
FREE POPCORN
DJs til late
FREE ENTRY
FREE ENTRY
FREE ENTRY
Planting one squarely in Mr. Burton's eye, tonight we take a look at those who've journeyed down rabbit holes and lived to tell the tale. Featuring:
LICK THE STAR (Sofia Coppola, 15mins)
The Lost In Translation director's first film takes us into a world of bitchy high school poison plots and hidden notes in the classroom. Great soundtrack for a short too - Free Kitten, Shonen Knife...
I, AN ACTRESS and HOLD ME WHEN I'M NAKED (George Kuchar, 25mins)
This is REAL underground film, from one of the two brothers Kuchar - camp, disturbing, hilarious and raw, these are two of the finest excerpts from over half a century of Wonderland exploration. A rare treat.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Kuchar
live! COLUMBUS & CRUSOE
Coming to us from Lewisham where they reside with a ghost and a cat, Columbus & Crusoe meld perfect folk-tinged songwriting (think Bill Callahan, Silver Jews) with your modern city life, and share members with luminaries like Trash Kit, Holly & Jessika, The Madrigals...
http://www.myspace.com/columbusandcrusoe
POLICE STATE (Nick Zedd, 15 mins)
In Zedd's case Wonderland is a cell and the mad hatter's tea party spells only brutality in this abrasive short from one of the key figures (alongside the likes of Richard Kern) in the Cinema of Transgression.
http://www.nickzedd.com/
ALICE IN WONDERLAND (Cecil M. Hepworth, 10 mins)
The very first adaptation of Alice on the silver screen that has, you know, a plot and everything. We might take a look at one or two other past screen incarnations too.
THE ROUNDERS (Roscoe 'Fatty' Arbuckle, 15 mins)
starring CHARLIE CHAPLIN & ROSCOE ARBUCKLE in a rare appearance together, soundtrack selection by The Ludovico Technique
http://www.ralphmag.org/fatty.html
plus DIY shorts by
RITA RIBAS
HANNAH FORBES BLACK
JACK BARRACLOUGH
& more
plus
our ever popular BODYCOUNT GAME, free to play and with cool prizes
COREY HAIM TRIBUTE
and the usual
ZINES
PROJECTIONS
FREE POPCORN
DJs til late
FREE ENTRY
FREE ENTRY
FREE ENTRY
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