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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 5 Feb 2023 - 3:53
Ida Lupino, Filmmaker (2023)
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 5 Feb 2023 - 4:08
Land and Freedom, Ken Loach
de Philippe Pilard
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Vie 10 Feb 2023 - 14:23
Jean Seberg aparece en la novela Perro blanco de su marido Romain Gary :
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Vie 10 Feb 2023 - 14:23
Novedad, edición limitada de 1.000 ejemplares (2.200 páginas, pesa 20 kilos), 7 de marzo 2023 : https://www.taschen.com/es/limited-editions/film/66983/stanley-kubrick-s-the-shining
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Mar 21 Feb 2023 - 4:49
Stuart Galbraith y Paul Duncan, Cine japonés (descatalogado)
Taschen lanzó este libro de 2009 en varios idiomas :
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Dama de Shalott Dom 26 Feb 2023 - 9:32
Corriendo al kiosco en cuanto esté a la venta.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Lun 24 Abr 2023 - 5:14
Matthew Alford & Tom Secker, National Security Cinema
Basándose en archivos y numerosos testimonios, así como en análisis de películas, este libro revela las relaciones políticas y financieras que vinculan a Hollywood con el Pentágono y la CIA. A través de superproducciones financiadas por el Departamento de Defensa como Transformers, Terminator (no las dos primeras), las películas de Marvel o Top Gun, Alford demuestra cómo la industria cinematográfica se pone al servicio de una ideología pro-ejército que glorifica la imagen de Estados Unidos. Del mismo modo, las llamadas películas críticas (Tres reyes o Avatar), aunque de forma más sutil, cumplen una función similar.
Reseña en inglés :
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Matthew Alford and Tom Secker's excellent book brilliantly exposes Hollywood's dirty - and not so little - secret: that the Pentagon and various intelligence agencies (mostly the Central Intelligence Agency) have a power, reach and influence in the development of films and television programmes, far beyond an "advisory / consultancy" basis.
National Security Cinema shows how a startlingly high number of mainstream media products, have been shaped to give favourable interpretations of United States foreign policy or public relations images of intelligence institutions and the military. Sometimes this is achieved through a simple quid pro quo: we'll let you film on a battleship / lend you helicopters etc and you give us authorisation over the portrayal of our institution.
It comes as no surprise that overtly military films like Black Hawk Down and Lone Survivor had a deep relationship with the military in their development, distorting and sometimes completely rewriting the actual events to put said organisation in a favourable light, or television series like Homeland. What is more disturbing is that fantasy material like the Transformers franchise, the later Terminator films (not the excellent first two) and even the Marvel Cinematic Universe films, have gone through development changes at the wishes of the Department of Defence.
What is also distressing is that, far from the military-industrial-intelligence complex having to engage in any arm-twisting or exerting leverage to get what they want out of Hollywood (though in some cases this is true: some films only got made because the army, navy or airforce was prepared to lend equipment or allow a military base as a shooting location and other films never got made because military support was not forthcoming), many writers, producers, directors and actors are only too willing to acquiesce to their demands and in many cases, actively seek this influence.
Authors Alford and Secker convincingly document and establish this through interviews as well as extensive use of the US Freedom of Information Act.
The authors also take time to look at those in the culture industry who have managed to resist the tentacles of National Security influence whilst making political statements: filmmakers like Oliver Stone and Paul Verhoeven.
National Security Cinema is a brilliant expose of a disturbing but little known and under-reported facet of the culture industry: so prevalent and powerful is the military-industrial-intelligence complex, embedded within Hollywood, that its output could be really called propaganda with out hyperbole. This book is highly recommended for those interested in how films are actually made (beyond the usual fluffy PR "making of...") and also for those who think Hollywood is run by a bunch of liberals.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Ned Rockcine Lun 24 Abr 2023 - 6:25
Tratando como el cine ha reflejado el aislamiento personal en pantalla en 4 vertientes: soledad, religion, exclusión social y enfermedad, se diseccionan 20 películas a 4 manos por 2 cinéfilos recalcitrantes.
AISLADOS EN EL CINE por la editorial Terra Ignota.
AISLADOS EN EL CINE por la editorial Terra Ignota.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Jue 11 Mayo 2023 - 18:34
https://www.chasse-aux-livres.fr/prix/2753303223/cinema-de-minuit-2000-films
Otro libro monumental de Patrick Brion, casi 800 páginas con muchísimas fotos y una breve reseña para cada película (unas 2000).
La filmoteca ideal existe : desde hace 40 años, el "Cinéma de Minuit" (Cine de Medianoche) se la ofrece cada domingo por la noche en el canal France 3. 2.000 películas inéditas o poco conocidas, joyas raras u obras maestras indiscutibles del cine francés, italiano, inglés, americano, ruso, español o alemán... Dos mil veladas presentadas en el orden cronológico de su difusión desde marzo de 1976. Un universo de recuerdos intactos y emociones reencontradas. Un tesoro único del patrimonio cinematográfico mundial. 2.000 películas, más de 2.300 fotos y documentos.
Se incluyen todas las 2.000 películas presentadas en el programa Cine de Medianoche, con un comentario y una ficha técnica para cada una de ellas.
Por el mismo autor :
Novedad :
En 1972, Francis Lacassin publicó una "Contrahistoria del cine" para rehabilitar películas, cineastas, actores y actrices que habían caído en el olvido. En aquella edición, el autor imaginó secuelas. A partir de los resúmenes que dejó, he aquí el volumen 2 de su Contrahistoria del cine.
Y, como siempre, su original enfoque nos lleva entre bastidores de la creación y la producción, y nos desvela personajes fantasmagóricos, demasiado alejados de los focos y de la historia oficial. Así, nos toparemos con el cine cómico de los años 1910 con Roméo Bosetti, Onésime, los estudios de Épinay-sur-Seine o Niza, Louis Feuillade, y grandes mujeres del séptimo arte (Alice Guy, J. Bruno Ruby, Germaine Dulac, Marie-Louise Iribe...).
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Miér 17 Mayo 2023 - 7:01
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Gene Tierney, Self-portrait
Recreando el glamour del Hollywood de los años 40, la actriz habla de los papeles que ha interpretado, de los hombres ricos y famosos que la han cortejado, del fracaso de su primer matrimonio y de su lucha contra una enfermedad mental.
Gene Tierney: A Life of Pain and Sorrow - ReelRundown
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Ju Ju Hound Vie 9 Jun 2023 - 17:12
"1001 Películas que Hay Que Ver Antes de Morir"
Imprescindible recopilación muy bien detallada de la historia del cine aunque como se suele decir sobre gustos no hay nada escrito. Como opinión personal me faltan unas cuantas y me sobran bastantes.
Esta es la edición que tengo yo, la cual, si no recuerdo mal es del 2006
Imprescindible recopilación muy bien detallada de la historia del cine aunque como se suele decir sobre gustos no hay nada escrito. Como opinión personal me faltan unas cuantas y me sobran bastantes.
Esta es la edición que tengo yo, la cual, si no recuerdo mal es del 2006
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Miér 6 Sep 2023 - 15:42
Novedad (está en inglés).
Archive is the first book by Sofia Coppola, covering the entirety of her singular and influential career in film. Constructed from Coppola’s personal collection of photographs and ephemera, including early development work, reference collages, influences, annotated scripts, and unseen behind-the-scenes documentation, it offers a detailed account of all eight of her films to date. Mapping a course from The Virgin Suicides (1999), through Lost in Translation (2003) and Marie Antoinette (2006), to The Beguiled (2017) and her upcoming feature Priscilla (fall 2023), exploring Priscilla Presley’s early years at Graceland, this luxurious volume reflects on one of the defining and most unmistakable cinematic oeuvres of the twenty-first century.
An art book personally edited and annotated throughout by Coppola, Archive offers an intimate encounter with her methods, references, and collaborators and an unprecedented insight into her working processes. Accompanying the highly personal images and texts from Coppola’s archive is an extended interview with renowned film journalist Lynn Hirschberg discussing the remarkable oeuvre they reflect. Designed by Joseph Logan and Anamaria Morris.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Jue 14 Sep 2023 - 16:38
Novedad (en inglés) : The Deer Hunter, de Brad Prager.
Descripción del libro : https://www.livres-cinema.info/livre/20235/deer-hunter
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Jue 14 Sep 2023 - 16:38
¿Cuáles son los cinco mejores libros sobre cine jamás escritos?
Es la pregunta que el British Film Institute (BFI) le hizo a 51 críticos y escritores, aquí están sus respuestas :
The best film books, by 51 critics | Sight & Sound | BFI
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 17 Sep 2023 - 18:02
El magnífico libro de Thoret sobre Michael Mann saldrá traducido en inglés en mayo de 2024.
Presentación :
"Con sólo once películas en su haber, Michael Mann ha conseguido trazar una línea singular e innovadora dentro de la industria de Hollywood. El Último Mohicano, Heat, The Insider, Ali, Collateral, Corrupción en Miami y Enemigos públicos han redistribuido las cartas del cine estadounidense hasta el punto de convertir a Mann en uno de los cineastas más importantes de las tres últimas décadas.
En pocos planos se puede identificar su estilo cinematográfico único : una predilección por los escenarios urbanos - y en particular por Los Ángeles, cuya imagen supo renovar - y los impresionantes planos nocturnos; un gusto por los hombres supremamente hábiles pero solitarios; una obsesión por el mundo del crimen; y, sobre todo, una forma contemplativa de filmar que combina fascinación y melancolía.
Más allá de un ensayo exhaustivo sobre la carrera de un cineasta revolucionario, este ensayo de Jean-Baptiste Thoret, es también un tratado sobre la época contemporánea."
Gravity of the Flux: Michael Mann’s Miami Vice
Magistral artículo en inglés de J.-B. Thoret que recoge toda la grandeza de Miami Vice, una de las películas más importantes de los últimos veinte años. Miami Vice no es una adaptación de la serie, es una obra maestra sobre la guerra capitalista contemporánea, la mundialización del crimen y los vínculos entre economía legal e ilegal. Mann consigue hacer un cine muy crítico con el capitalismo bajo una apariencia de blockbuster :
https://www.sensesofcinema.com/2007/feature-articles/miami-vice/
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The Real is no more than the asymptomatic horizon of the Virtual.
– Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence du Mal (1)
Created by Anthony Yerkovitch and supervised (very) closely by Michael Mann, Miami Vice was, let’s remember, one of the leading television series of the 1980s and for the director of Heat (1995), chastened by the failure of The Keep (1983), the laboratory where he was going to forge a new æsthetic, founded on an extreme sophistication of mise en scène, an excessive taste for design and advertising kitsch (colour coding for each episode, Armani suits and moccasins for the heroes, etc.). One hundred and eleven episodes were shot between 1984 and 1989, with Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas in the roles of the sexiest and best-dressed cops in the history of television. From the credits, the tone is set: updated MTV and FM pop radio via the soundtrack (Phil Collins, Pat Benatar, Dire Straits, Bryan Ferry and electro-funk hits). The wings of pink flamingos in slow motion, tracking shots on gleaming limousines, an excess of bikinied bimbos, champagne flutes and dollar bills: in other words, the flashy universe of a series which, like Brian De Palma’s Scarface (1983) released one year earlier in theatres (and also set in Miami) and William Friedkin’s To Live and Die in L.A. (1985), was striving to paint the portrait of America in the 1980s, with its cult of individualism and money, of arrogant successes and cheap flashiness. Miami on the one hand, but Vice on the other: behind the yachts of the gangsters and their pastel-coloured palaces, a world infected by corruption and artifice, a carnivorous and swampy world for which the pet alligator of Sonny Crockett (Johnson) provides a limpid metaphor of America.
Finally, Michael Mann brings Miami Vice to the big screen and, in doing so, the greatest contemporary American filmmaker proves once again his ability to bend the logic of the blockbuster (Miami Vice was thus oversold) to his personal universe, to the extent that occasionally one has the impression of a brilliant re-routing of money (the film cost more than 150 million dollars) in favour of a radical work that does not give up its author’s formal and stylistic ambitions. Therefore, there is no consensus in its approach, but rather an extraordinary science of the alliance between the demands of the filmmaker and that of an art that is great only on the condition of remaining popular (the genre film, the foundation of all his films) – that is to say, the characteristic of the great American artists whose torch today Mann is one of the few to carry. Shot in HD video, a technique that Mann and his cameraman Dion Beebe pioneered in Collateral (2004), Miami Vice makes up first of all a novel sensory experience and, from a formal point of view, an inspired synthesis of impressionism and hyper-realism. The extreme graininess of the image, the heightened sensitivity of the light and the dilution of the colours confer on each shot a never-before-seen density on the cinema screen. A flash of lightning that stripes the sky, a palm tree that bends under the weight of the wind and an incandescent night that Mann’s camera relentlessly pursues convey the feeling of a hallucinatory film where man and nature dissolve in each other, quivering with the same tragic breath.
War Zone and Speed of Disappearance
On paper and in appearance, Miami Vice develops between a police story and a spy film and, before it blows up, the origin of its fiction is the murder of an FBI agent who has infiltrated the drug world. In order to solve the case, two Miami police detectives, James ‘Sonny’ Crockett (Colin Farrell) and Ricardo ‘Rico’ Tubbs (Jamie Foxx), pass as hardened drug dealers and make contact with the financial administration of a drug cartel, a vast organization endowed with staggering means. In a few minutes, Mann disposes of the picturesque approach of the genre (colourful gangsters, men with working-class hands, smooth talkers accompanied by a very definite bad taste) and composes a picture of the mafia with vague contours, a state-within-the-state equally at ease in the transfer of funds on a grand scale as in the clinical execution of offenders. At first sight, Michael Mann reconnects with the vein of the film-dossier of the 1970s, that of Three Days of the Condor (Sydney Pollack, 1975) and The Parallax View (Alan J. Pakula, 1974), a vein he already resumed with The Insider (1999), and re-employs his motif of identity reversals, his obsession with plot (who, from the FBI, CIA or Miami Dade, inhabits the traitor?) and his pervasive paranoia. But at bottom, Mann films this story of big-time trafficking like a high-tech war film where it is above all a question of logistics, an exchange of information, of surveillance and of technological mastery. Mann moreover repeatedly underlines the collusion between police and military techniques: on the way to a secret meeting place where Jesus Montoya (Luis Tosar), the big boss of the cartel, awaits them, Sonny and Ricardo realize that the drug traffickers use a system of electronic interference identical to the one employed by the CIA in Iraq. Finally, the film’s big shoot-out does not invert – as does Heat – the codes of a precise cinematographic genre (the Western), but rather is inspired directly by the imagery of war reportage: deafening and ultra-realist sound of weapons, moments captured live, discontinuity and partial illegibility of the action, proliferation of points of view (= suppression of a point of view), snipers in ambush.
Fascinating is first and foremost the way in which Mann, in total opposition to the classical treatment of narrative, rejects off-screen space or treats key moments of intrigue in sped-up motion (a war is told in snatches) and chooses to rest the great narrative knots of the film on details: a diamond watch illuminating the ambiguous relations between Isabella (Gong Li) and Jesus Montoya, or the discrete tear in the eye of Montaya’s heir apparent José Yero (John Ortis), by which we come to understand his deeper motives. The power of Miami Vice comes from its mix of formal elegance and brutality, of extreme stylisation and hyper-realism. Always both at once, they are in accordance with Mann’s great theorem: become the other in order to fight him, but at the risk, like the cop played by Colin Farrell, of losing one’s footing in an imprecise zone where nothing anymore allows reality to be distinguished from make-believe. Very quickly, the always-reassuring foundation of the genre, with its archetypes, its codes, its values and its outcome, collapses. The narrative develops then by jerks, flattens most of the peaks of action (the hold-up of the Haitian mafiosi settled in a few shots) and multiplies the false starts, as in the film’s opening, which concentrates on the arrest of a pimp, Neptune (Isaach De Bankole), then in a fraction of a second changes direction. Violence erupts in the shot, preceded by no ritual, blows up without forewarning and one enters into the film (no opening sequence, no title card) like a war reporter projected in the middle of a conflict in progress. Without beginning or end, it is just 135 breathless minutes deducted from an uninterrupted flux of images and events.
The first minutes impose a jerky and staggering movement, which the film, with the exception of the romantic interlude of the couple, Sonny and Isabella, in Havana, will not abandon. Everything mixes already, interior and exterior (Sonny goes from the interior of the night club to a roof in a continuous movement), public and private spheres (a short scene of Sonny flirting with a waitress, then an immediate return to the mission): Sonny and Ricardo’s first appearance seems to be the exact opposite of Neil McCauley (Robert De Niro) and Lt Vincent Hanna (Al Pacino) in Heat.
If amplitude and expansion inform the natural rhythm of Mann’s films up until now, Miami Vice takes place under the sign of compression, of the fragment, of speed and of breathlessness. Immersed in the milieu of night clubbers, already infiltrated, the two men emerge in the frame in a stroboscopic way. Between the dancers’ bodies, the movements of the crowd and the plasma screens, some rapid insert shots testify to their presence in the nightclub while the soundtrack juxtaposes, without the least wish for smooth mixing, three incomplete pieces, solely linked by the pounding of a same repetitive beat.
The opening ten minutes are enough for Mann to fix the rhythmic rules of Miami Vice: the event taking place will always matter more than the one that follows, whence the strange feeling of a film in pursuit of itself, obsessed by the next job, the action that follows. Filming with the camera on the shoulder gives the feeling, new in Mann, of a constant fragility of shots and, therefore, of what they show. It is as if each shot were thinking of two things at once – the event taking place (a deal, an arrest) and the event to come (the same over again) – and that the best way to not collapse consists of never staying still. In Miami Vice, it’s to be physically there, here and now, because mentally one is always and already elsewhere. The film is short-winded, in constant precocious ejaculation (a joke of Ricardo to his girlfriend Trudy (Naomie Harris) that reveals one of the principle motors of the film), Miami Vice possesses an immense but implosive energy which has nothing to do with the explosive energy of Mann’s earlier police films. (From this point of view, for the aborted sequence of the nightclub, Mann chooses a rigorously opposed treatment to that of the night club scene in Collateral.)
The jerky and convulsive narrative unfolds less according to a classical logic of development of sequences (dilation, edited in power and explosion) than of rampant compilation and short-circuits. The speed of the linking of the actions, their extreme compression, thus prevents the emergence of the feeling of a time that disappears, of a length that takes hold, in favour of a constant and monotonous topicality subservient to the law of “the here and now” – “Right now” the characters do not cease repeating throughout the film. But topicality is the opposite of time and the excess (of actions, of characters, of ramifications, of narrative lines, of narrative forks, etc.) is the mask of an omnipresent lack – lack of space, lack of the Other, lack of time, above all. “Time is luck”, says Isabella on several occasions to Sonny: a tragic refrain and curse of all of Mann’s heroes.
Surviving in the Flux
Miami Vice is above all a great film on the human condition in a time of flux. Everything progresses at top speed (the meetings, the love affairs, the reversals, the cars) but essentially nothing really moves forward. The general rumour of flux absorbs every modification of this flux, and dismisses events and characters with a noise from deep bottom. A trail of blood on the roadway (the suicide of the snitch, Alonzo (John Hawkes)), an echo on a radar or the noise of fingers snapping, are but nothing more than a short-lived imbalance of the global system. Whence the extraordinary and (paradoxical) inertia produced by a narrative so smitten with rapidity, as well as in the linking of sequences and shots, as in the execution of actions. The points of view become confused, the shots fall like unhooked links, but the general signal finishes by sweeping it along in the events that make it up. It traffics, it pulls, it circulates: Miami Vice is the point of flux against man’s point of view.
The use of HD allows Mann to forge a dense image, often opaque and viscous, which deepens the backgrounds and engulf the foregrounds. Thus, the characters gain in definition what they lose in contour, and thus in identity – visually, they free themselves with difficulty from the background and seem ceaselessly threatened with dissolution. This loss provokes an increased weight of the bodies (watch how they fall in the final shoot out), a constant swaying of space and, for the spectators, the feeling of a hypnotic pitching of shots. Deep water constitutes the primary substance of Miami Vice, a magmatic power that plays against the speed of the narrative and from which the individuals struggle and finally, failing that, they lose themselves. As a counterpoint to the chaos and confusion of human relations, Mann multiplies surface effects (bay windows, villas on the border of the sea) and sliding (off-shore, in the plane, in race cars). They are impeccable images from a world where survival depends on the capacity to remain on the surface (and superficial) and that allows consequently for only two positions: drowning (Sonny, the most infiltrated of the two) or weightlessness (Ricardo); either the temptation of the margin or the maintenance in the centre.
In the beginning of the film, Sonny and Ricardo pull-over Alonzo’s car, a snitch whose wife was just kidnapped. Sequence of panic on the edge of the highway: Alonzo wants to return home, see his wife and flee. “You don’t need to go home”, Ricardo says to him, since he knows it is already too late. Shot of Alonzo’s crushed face (“But they promised”), reverse shot on Ricardo’s (“They lied”). In the blurred passage from the cop’s face to the re-framing of the camera on the flow of the traffic, the man has thrown himself under a truck, leaving only a scarlet stain on the pavement. To become integrated in the flux is also to lose oneself therein.
The film closes as abruptly as it opened: Isabella escapes from the flux by the sea (the eternal utopia of Mann’s characters): “It’s magic”, says a fisherman about the sea near the beginning of Thief (1981), Sonny turns his back on the sea and returns to the flux. And loses himself therein. Life suspended on one side, perpetual flux on the other. No dead time or respite: the system runs at full speed but on empty, and possesses no other end than that of its own stability. To such an extent that one could, like Isabella, pass one’s entire life there: “It’s all that I know how to do; I’ve been doing that since I was 17”, she tells Sonny when the latter questions her on the possibility of an elsewhere, of an alternative life. The only thing that counts is the global balance of the system and its capacity to restore the unchanging order of things (disappearance of Jesus Montoya/death of Jose Yero, disappearance of Isabella/reappearance of Trudy, etc.). At bottom, between the beginning and the end of the film, nothing has changed. Like Frank (James Caan) at the end of Thief or Lowell Bergman (Al Pacino) in the last shot of The Insider, Sonny recedes in depth of the field, with his back to us, and disappears. In the world in flux that Miami Vice follows, the human is only an event, a lost atom in the multitude, similar to the one described by the hired killer in Collateral. It is either arrogance and/or naïveté of the couple, Sonny-Isabella, to have believed that the human could be stronger than the flux.
The men of Miami Dade only conform to the programs that pre-exist them, to respond to the electronic stimuli (a telephone call, a reaction). They turn out to be incapable of taking control of a disarticulated narrative that sometimes calls to mind, but in a less playful way, the game “Simon Says”, imagined by Jeremy Irons’ character in John McTiernan’s Die Hard: With a Vengeance (1995). Only Sonny manages it once with Isabella. You wouldn’t think it, and we’ll come back to it, but Miami Vice has also just laid the foundations for a new order of action films.
Identity of the World and of the Network
The post-urban (and post-human) world of Miami Vice is a confused, fragmented and controlled world that holds together only by the financial flux that crosses it and the electronic images (surveillance cameras, radars, computer screens, etc.) recreating the simulacrum. There is no other logic than that of offer and demand, of movement in all directions imposed by economic private interests. Little matter, then, whether the goods are legal or not, little matter, too, the nature of the market, since the film treats capitalism like a war (Jesus Montoya, the drug godfather, hooked on Bloomberg TV), with his exploitation of resources of the Third World (here, the Dominican Republic, Paraguay and Uruguay), the merciless elimination of rivals and its calculated violence. Impressive is the way in which Mann views the cartography of this world in flux, where one goes in the space of an edit from Brazil to Paraguay, from Miami to Geneva, but also from the Law to its underside, according to a logic of intensive and breathtaking permutation. The contemporary world such as the film describes is expressed in the sentiment of a generalized feeling, of an integral proximity of spaces and individuals, permitted by an ultra-sophisticated technological environment. It is a misleading proximity, since the solitude of beings (total in Miami Vice) gets worse as the virtual exchanges develop.
The idea of the network isn’t new in Mann’s cinema but it never reached this point of coincidence with the world. Already in Thief, Frank, independent burglar, knew how much his survival depended on his capacity to act outside of the Chicago mafia network. That is, until he swallows his motto (“My money goes in my pocket”) and accepts, for the sake of his family and his dreams, to make a deal with the Faust-like Leo (Robert Prosky). It is a fatal connection that ends in an immediate and devastating cataclysm of spaces (the jobs, his garage and his intimacy) that he had hitherto known how to partition. In Heat, no matter how much the frontiers between exterior and interior trembled, there still remains the possibility of taking shelter from the world. The friction between public and private spheres is frequent, the effects of one into another, but justly: the effects suppose an overstepping and consequently the existence of boundaries that are still active. It is moreover in organizing the alternation between one space and another, in exploiting this arrhythmia in the style of Jean-Pierre Melville, that Mann has forged his style, characterized by long contemplative stretches inserted in the heart of hyper-coded narratives (polar, adventure film, biopic, paranoid fiction, etc.).
In The Insider, the power of the network goes up a notch. Mann records the disappearance of the border separating the system (tobacco manufacturers) from the opposition (CBS, in fact, simple link in the great global economy), and confronted an old school journalist to a reticular cartography incipient in the heart of which this former student of Herbert Marcuse loses little by little his bearings. What is the secret at the hour of total transparence? Where does one place oneself when everyone is in the same boat? A first-rate response is issued by the CBS lawyer in the middle of the film, and which recalls that of Isabella in Miami Vice: “All that you see around you belongs to Jesus Montoya”, she says to Sonny who believes in the existence of an elsewhere. Does there exist a position exterior to the System? Otherwise, how to resist?
With Miami Vice, this tension between exterior and interior is completely reduced to the profit of a reticular world entirely subservient to the logic of the networks and the flux. Here, the spaces of resistance are disabled, almost nonexistent. Havana, haven of peace, is outside the flux and its exhausting topicality. In this sublime sequence, twelve minutes in weightlessness not a single one more, it is already time for Sonny to return (literally) to the dock. The counter space that Sonny and Isabella try to invent no longer holds together. Back in the flux, it explodes. The only possibility is to confuse the two, abolish the frontiers and submit to the rules of the network, like Ricardo and Trudy, lovers and co-workers. As Ricardo says to Alonzo: “You don’t need to go home” – and for a very good reason, because in Miami Vice home no longer exists. All that remains is an undifferentiated and homogenous zone, public and private, regulated and unstable.
The identity of the world and of the network explains why, according to a classical approach of the genre (undercover movie), what could have been one of the principal stakes of the film (How to preserve a cop’s false identity? How to make believe that one is another?) are settled very quickly. In Miami Vice, identity is no longer a question. “What difference is there between being infiltrated and being implicated up to your neck?”, as Ricardo more or less asks Sonny. The disconcerting facility with which the two cops shoulder the scheme of the complete Mafiosi expresses not only the indistinction of milieus but also the absolute reversibility of positions.
The fact that the priority is that of the network and not that of individuals implies the possibility of hiding oneself there, of disappearing in the intangible space of the Virtual and so to be nowhere located, which solves all problems of identity, not to mention the problems of alterity. (2)
An immense step is taken here from Heat, which, despite the impression of resemblance between the cop Hanna and the gangster McCauley, protects and maintains intact a principle of alterity, a difference of nature vis à vis the Law that prevents Mann from framing them together. (3) Heat was a film on reflection, the mirror effect, the temptation of the Other; Miami Vice is a film on confusion, indistinction and the equivalence of opposites. The cop is no longer the reversed double of the drug dealer, but his distant echo, his replica, even if on his last legs, Michael Mann once again half opens the door onto a world (Heat, the classic police story, the Law and its underside) in the process of becoming extinct. In Miami Vice, infiltration does not constitute an infringement of the general Law of a global system that has resolved contradictions and confused positions. In this obscure indecipherable without limits, what one really is (a cop, a crook) no longer matters. The only thing that counts is the trace that one leaves in the system, the stamp that one leaves there: back in Colombia where they have come to settle their first mission as carriers, Sonny and Ricardo fly a plane filled with drugs that is hidden in the wake of an official plane. Two distinct signals appear on the air control screen, two circles that overlap briefly before merging; two different engines for the radar, a single image. What difference is there between the Law and its underside? None, “Just a ghost”, says one of the radar controllers. No matter the differences as soon as one discharges the same image.
In Miami Vice, the image is not deduced from reality, but reality from the image. It is by it (parallel trajectories of two off-shore planes filmed at night) that Sonny and Ricardo identify the supplier who helps them to integrate into the Organization, it is by it again (two bodies intertwined on a dance floor) that Montoya understands the relation that unites Sonny and “his Isabella”, it is again it (the infra-red image of Jose Vero’s snipers that Lieutenant Castillo locates) that gives the send off for the final shoot-out.
The classical/modern conflict, essential in Mann, takes here an unexpected turn and puts Miami Vice undoubtedly at the origin of a new cycle in Mann’s work. The question is no longer, as in Manhunter (1986) or Heat, to evaluate what between two worlds is similar or different since, if disparity remains, it is in a negligible manner. From this point of view, classicism with its strong events (hold-ups, shoot-outs, marked positions, etc.), its simplification of the stakes and its resolution of an initial given situation is consumed: the leak in the heart of a governmental agency that launched the narrative will never be identified, the romance between Isabella and Sonny appears suddenly on the way and finally takes the upper hand, while, at the end, Montoya vanishes. From modernity and from American cinema of the 1970s, Miami Vice has kept a problematic rapport to action, between deflating (how many dismissed sequences and aborted conclusions) and overheating. But there is also the feeling of a complex and illegible world, in which it has become impossible to interact if not in a peripheral manner (the release of Trudy from the claws of the Aryen brothers, the elimination of Yero, etc.). The film progresses (too) quickly, but at a constant rhythm (which is to say the contrary of a classical temporality), as if nothing could carry it away or slow it down. The network demands it, the world of Miami Vice has lost its centre of gravity and seems devoted to a paradoxical movement: illusion of speed (or rather haste) but effect of being stuck. Heat and Collateral were centred around a dual relationship: two couples of characters – Hanna-McCauley and Vincent (Tom Cruise)-Max (Jamie Foxx) – whose intertwining constitutes the subject of the films, the point of equilibrium towards which they inexorably converge. Around what centre does Miami Vice turn? What finally is its point of anchoring?
Sonny and Isabella, The Axis of Desire
At the beginning of the film, in a villa that looks like an aquarium, a long discussion gets under way between the Miami Dade team and Nicholas (Eddie Marsan), a dealer connected to the mafia’s multinational company. The goal: to put Sonny and Ricardo in contact with members of the cartel. Standing near a bay window, Sonny leaves the conversation for a brief moment and turns towards the ocean. It’s a moment of existential solitude characteristic of Mann’s cinema (silence on the soundtrack, gaze lost on the horizon) that already indicates the desire of the character to extricate himself from the flux, to reinvent lost time. Sonny is the desire of an elsewhere, the perpetual will to disconnect from the world, mentally as well as physically, as the escapade at Havana testifies. After the ideal image of the American dream (Thief), the Fiji Islands (Heat) and the postcard of the Maldives (Collateral), Sonny embodies in his turn the Mannian imaginary of a mental and geographical extension, of a utopic elsewhere that the film will never realize but whose simulacrum it will fabricate (Havana). The two cops thus embody two divergent movements. Ricardo takes care of the police story and assures its upkeep; he is the man of stability (both in his love life and professionally) and of the centre. Sonny, on the other hand is unpredictable and instinctive; he carries in him a desire for rupture, deviation, and unbalance.
Ciudad del Este, on the border between Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. It is the first test for Sonny and Ricardo in the skin of hardened drug runners. The test of force takes place in a dark warehouse, typical space of the underworld and its secret activities. Facing them is José Yero, Montoya’s right-hand man and first cog of the multinational company. The confrontation between the three men dictates the editing of the sequence (shot/reverse-shot and establishing shots that stress the presence of over-armed doormen) but their discussion deteriorates to a point of impasse. Suddenly, somewhere in the surrounding area of this little theatre of shadows, a voice, imperial and authoritative, emerges off-screen, straight away relayed by a horizontal movement of camera that reveals the presence of a woman (already there, but invisible until then). The first appearance of Isabella in the film imposes a decentring of the sequence (from José Yero to this woman in the impeccable suit). Like Sonny a few minutes earlier, Isabella remains aloof, on the edge of the frame, and provokes the displacement of the shot towards its margins.
From this point of view, the Havana sequence only achieves what the mise en scène (two identical desires, thus two ways of occupying the frame) anticipated. The couple then becomes scarce in relation to a narrative that the film, for twelve minutes, leaves in suspense. Mann then stresses at length their trip, from the coast of Florida to that of Havana: time relaxes, the distances hollow out space again. Their breakaway functions like a gasp of air, an attempt to recover a space against the flux, against topicality, even if, as Olivier Mongin writes in La Condition urbaine: “Places can only be the underside/reverse of flux, a make believe, a simple existential haven, a cell destined to regain one’s breath, a retreat where the vita activa is banished.” (4) It is an insular sequence. The future and the past, projects become once again between them topics of discussion. In disconnecting from topicality (and from technology, not the slightest ring of the telephone), the film reconnects to the past, to History, to memories, and finds again (condenses) something of the respiration of Mann’s previous films: Isabella has revealed snippets of her childhood, shows a photo of her mother to Sonny, recalls her origins; Sonny speaks to her of their future, of what she contemplates doing after. Flux is technology and technology (a major acquisition of paranoid fictions of the 1970s: see the opening sequence of Three Days of the Condor) is death: it is the literal equivalence of the explosion of the mobile home, set off by Yero’s mobile phone.
How can man hold on in a disembodied world, so transparent but ultimately so opaque? The disappearance of the human, its dematerialization in the heart of an urban universe governed by technology, and thus its capacity for resistance, constitutes one of the central themes of Mann’s cinema and finds in Miami Vice its most accomplished extension. Here, the only point of view capable of reversing the flux is in the Sonny-Isabella axis. When their eyes connect, immediately the world recedes and the flux subsides. On the port of Baranquilla in Colombia, the transfer of goods recedes to the background as soon as Isabella appears in the shot, looking for Sonny’s eyes. In the same way, the final gunfight goes from foreground to background exactly when Isabella discovers the badge (and identity) of Sonny. Without the woman, the man is nothing. If he loses this ballast, he falls (Alonzo’s suicide, return to the flux and darkness for Sonny at the end of the film); if he finds her again, he remains on the surface (Trudy comes out of a coma and Ricardo wakes up). But Isabella isn’t the only one to hold this power of aspiration and de-framing. In Miami Vice, women are the only ones to possess the power to divert the narrative (Yero’s jealousy, secretly in love with Isabella), to calm it (amorous sequence between Ricardo and Trudy) or to speed it up (Trudy taken hostage; Lonetta’s death). From the first sequence, Mann expressly makes women the pivot of all the swerves: the silhouette of a dancer against a background of electronic images, a conscious pick-up by Sonny of the waitress, the deal between a pimp and his client, and the murder of the wife of an informer.
The scales of the film tip in a no-man’s land in the middle of which two cops finally meet Jesus Montoya. But Ricardo and Sonny do not have the same reading of the sequence: the first concentrates on the drug godfather, on his orders and the information he delivers, while the second sees only Isabella and the relation (two watches with identical diamonds) which, he believes, connects her to Montoya. Ricardo remains tied to the fiction of the genre Sonny gives up, sucked up by this woman who looks like an icon. When she moves away in the car, Sonny’s gaze remains fixed on her and finds at last the axis of its desire: the only bright trace at the heart of this indecipherable night, point of sublime anchoring and dazzling gap, Isabella appears like the image of a possible elsewhere. But it’s only an image (the rectangle formed by the window pane).
In the last sequence of the film, Sonny takes Isabella to a house by the sea, a deserted hideaway where a boat is waiting. Of their story, there remains nothing more than two faces framed in close-up, turned towards a horizon henceforth blocked. “It was too good to last,” he says. Isabella takes off, alone, glancing one last time at Sonny. But no reverse shot is forthcoming: Sonny, already into his car, moves away and the optical axis that they formed together suddenly breaks. It is the moment to return to the flux. To give in. The world rediscovers its balance but loses a little more of its humanity. One of Sonny’s replies to Isabella comes to mind: “We can do nothing against gravity.” In other words, there is nothing to be done against the flux, except to extricate oneself for a short while. We end up always by going back to it and dissolving therein (the last shot of the film). Sonny: “We have no future.” Here, no more deeply glistening marine seaweed (Heat), no more Maldives to refresh the eyes (Collateral), no more photographic dream to realize (Thief), in Miami Vice the elsewhere is a lost cause. And melancholy is the only way of living on a long-term basis in the world.
“One of these mornings / Won’t be very long / You will look for me / And I’ll be gone”, Patti LaBelle sings to the music of Moby at the beginning of their story – Isabella and Sonny on the way to Havana – but already its end.
Endnotes
1. Jean Baudrillard, translated by Chris Turner, The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (New York: Oxford University Press, 2005).
2. Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence de Mal, translation by S. Shafto.
3. On this topic, see my article, “Trajectories incompatibles”, in Panic 1, November 2005.
4. Olivier Mongin, La Condition humaine: la ville à l’heure de la mondialisation (Paris: Seuil, 2005).
Un homenaje al cine de Michael Mann : https://vimeo.com/132708938
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Lun 11 Mar 2024 - 20:45
Presentación de la editorial : https://www.livres-cinema.info/livre/21754/films-of-lucrecia-martel
Lucrecia Martel sólo ha rodado cuatro largometrajes hasta la fecha, pero se ha convertido en una de las directoras más admiradas del mundo. Su obra es extraordinariamente sensible a los límites de la percepción sensorial, los límites impuestos por los roles de género y los límites de la empatía y el afecto a través de las divisiones sociales.
Esta recopilación amplía el debate crítico en torno a la obra de Martel al integrar el análisis de sus largometrajes con el de sus cortometrajes, menos estudiados, y sus otros proyectos artísticos. El enfoque fresco y holístico de este volumen sobre la carrera de Martel incluye contribuciones de estudiosos de América Latina, Europa y Estados Unidos, y termina con una nueva entrevista con la propia Martel.
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por Axlferrari Miér 3 Abr 2024 - 11:39
Brett Davies acaba de publicar en inglés este libro sobre Lawrence Kasdan.
Presentación : https://www.livres-cinema.info/livre/21721/films-of-lawrence-kasdan
El libro analiza críticamente la obra del cineasta y guionista estadounidense Lawrence Kasdan. Considera los contextos industrial, cultural y político, revelando cómo la obra de Kasdan ha influido -y ha sido influida- por la sociedad estadounidense en general.
Aporta pruebas de la importante contribución de Kasdan a la creación de la saga de La guerra de las galaxias y, por extensión, a la narrativa cinematográfica moderna.
Lawrence Kasdan ha creado algunas de las películas más influyentes de la historia de Hollywood. Es el guionista de éxitos de taquilla tan queridos como El imperio contraataca (1980), En busca del arca perdida (1981), El guardaespaldas (1992) y El despertar de la Fuerza (2015). Al mismo tiempo, ha sido aclamado por la crítica como director de películas que diseccionan la sociedad estadounidense contemporánea: Body Heat (1981), The Big Chill (1983), The Accidental Tourist (1988) y Grand Canyon (1991).
Part I: "I'm making this up as I go" Lawrence Kasdan and Raiders of the Lost Ark
Chapter 1. Smith and Jones: Discourse Analysis of the Raiders of the Lost Ark Story Conference
Chapter 2. Visual Language in the Raiders of the Lost Ark Screenplay
Part II: Kasdan the Director: Developing Style(s)
Chapter 3. Body Heat: Heightened Style in the Neo-Noir
Chapter 4. Classical Structure in the "Perfect Ensemble" of The Big Chill
Part III: Voice of the Largest Generation
Chapter 5. Altruism and Otherness in The Big Chill, The Accidental Tourist, and Grand Canyon
Chapter 6. Cowboys, Aliens, and Sixtysomethings: Age and Nostalgia in Kasdan's Later Films
Part IV: Influences, Without and Within
Chapter 7. From Noir to Kurosawa: Allusion and Homage in Lawrence Kasdan's Films
Chapter 8. Kasdan's Collaborations: Creation and Performance
Part V: A Long Time in a Galaxy Far, Far Away
Chapter 9. From Star Wars to Saga: Lawrence Kasdan and The Empire Strikes Back
Chapter 10. Revenge of the Monomyth: Reclaiming the Hero's Journey in Return of the Jedi
Chapter 11. A New Hope in The Force Awakens
Chapter 12. A Changed Man: Solo and Beyond
Chapter 13. An Interview with Lawrence Kasdan
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Jue 18 Abr 2024 - 11:34
Peter Bogdanovich, John Ford
Se trata de una reimpresión revisada y aumentada en 1992 de la obra original publicada en 1967.
Con una biografía de John Ford, unas 70 páginas de entrevistas con Ford y una filmografía.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Jue 18 Abr 2024 - 11:35
Go West, el nuevo libro del gran crítico Michel Ciment, fallecido en 2023, consiste en una recopilación de entrevistas con directores norteamericanos : Livre : Go West (livres-cinema.info)
https://www.fnac.com/a19430481/Michel-Ciment-Go-West
El editor Julien Magnani estuvo muy implicado en la preparación del libro :
Conocí a Michel Ciment después de publicar Qu'elle était verte ma vallée, de Jean-Baptiste Thoret, en enero de 2021. A Michel Ciment le había gustado mucho el libro y quería presentarlo en su revista Positif. A pesar de mi cinefilia, debo admitir que en aquel momento sabía muy poco de la historia y los protagonistas de Positif (la gran revista francesa de cine de la que Michel era figura tutelar, pilar de la cinefilia internacional, revista hermana y rival de Cahiers du Cinéma).
No sabía nada de la obra de Michel Ciment. Conocerle me permitió descubrir la revista Positif, todo su trabajo y, sobre todo, la obra y los libros de Michel. Me conmovió mucho su enfoque ecléctico y humanista del cine, su gran delicadeza, su curiosidad y su interés por todas las artes que rodean al cine... También le interesaban mucho los libros publicados por nuestra editorial Magnani.
Animado por Jean-Baptiste Thoret, le propuse a Michel seguirle como editor. Compartiendo mi pasión por el cine americano, Michel me propuso recopilar sus entrevistas con las distintas generaciones de cineastas de Hollywood (publicadas anteriormente en la revista Positif): de Fritz Lang a Quentin Tarantino. "Go West" presenta una selección de todas estas fascinantes entrevistas y, sobre todo, representa el itinerario de Michel Ciment con los directores americanos a lo largo de unos cincuenta años.
Como editor, me gustaría utilizar "Go West" de Michel Ciment para compartir con las nuevas generaciones de cinéfilos, así como con los cinéfilos más veteranos, toda la historia de Michel Ciment, de la revista Positif, de esta parte de la cinefilia, reconocida en todo el mundo, pero que hoy se enfrenta al reto permanente de transmitir conocimientos en una historia de las formas socavada por la industria ultracultural y su sobreproducción, la amnesia que arrastra consigo y su dictadura del presente.
No hay películas antiguas, libros antiguos o autores antiguos; sólo obras e individuos que no hemos leído. Michel Ciment fue ante todo un intermediario, dando su tiempo y su trabajo a cineastas que no siempre eran los más reconocidos por la crítica o la taquilla; a menudo ayudó a rehabilitar o a obtener el reconocimiento de obras cinematográficas que no habían podido consolidarse suficientemente; enseñándonos de paso que una obra es tan importante como el interés que suscita en una comunidad de individuos, de Luces, tan preciadas para sus contemporáneos y las generaciones futuras. Luces que hoy nos corresponde mantener encendidas avanzando siempre hacia adelante, hacia lo que aún no sabemos, no conocemos.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 12 Mayo 2024 - 6:46
Nick Tosches, Dino
"No es una retrospectiva, es una panorámica."
Ya falta poco (23 de mayo) :
Axlferrari escribió:
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El magnífico libro de Thoret sobre Michael Mann saldrá traducido en inglés en mayo de 2024.
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Presentación :
"Con sólo once películas en su haber, Michael Mann ha conseguido trazar una línea singular e innovadora dentro de la industria de Hollywood. El Último Mohicano, Heat, The Insider, Ali, Collateral, Corrupción en Miami y Enemigos públicos han redistribuido las cartas del cine estadounidense hasta el punto de convertir a Mann en uno de los cineastas más importantes de las tres últimas décadas.
En pocos planos se puede identificar su estilo cinematográfico único : una predilección por los escenarios urbanos - y en particular por Los Ángeles, cuya imagen supo renovar - y los impresionantes planos nocturnos; un gusto por los hombres supremamente hábiles pero solitarios; una obsesión por el mundo del crimen; y, sobre todo, una forma contemplativa de filmar que combina fascinación y melancolía.
Más allá de un ensayo exhaustivo sobre la carrera de un cineasta revolucionario, este ensayo de Jean-Baptiste Thoret, es también un tratado sobre la época contemporánea."
Gravity of the Flux: Michael Mann’s Miami Vice
Magistral artículo en inglés de J.-B. Thoret que recoge toda la grandeza de Miami Vice, una de las películas más importantes de los últimos veinte años. Miami Vice no es una adaptación de la serie, es una obra maestra sobre la guerra capitalista contemporánea, la mundialización del crimen y los vínculos entre economía legal e ilegal. Mann consigue hacer un cine muy crítico con el capitalismo bajo una apariencia de blockbuster :
https://www.sensesofcinema.com/2007/feature-articles/miami-vice/
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The Real is no more than the asymptomatic horizon of the Virtual.
– Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence du Mal (1)
Created by Anthony Yerkovitch and supervised (very) closely by Michael Mann, Miami Vice was, let’s remember, one of the leading television series of the 1980s and for the director of Heat (1995), chastened by the failure of The Keep (1983), the laboratory where he was going to forge a new æsthetic, founded on an extreme sophistication of mise en scène, an excessive taste for design and advertising kitsch (colour coding for each episode, Armani suits and moccasins for the heroes, etc.). One hundred and eleven episodes were shot between 1984 and 1989, with Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas in the roles of the sexiest and best-dressed cops in the history of television. From the credits, the tone is set: updated MTV and FM pop radio via the soundtrack (Phil Collins, Pat Benatar, Dire Straits, Bryan Ferry and electro-funk hits). The wings of pink flamingos in slow motion, tracking shots on gleaming limousines, an excess of bikinied bimbos, champagne flutes and dollar bills: in other words, the flashy universe of a series which, like Brian De Palma’s Scarface (1983) released one year earlier in theatres (and also set in Miami) and William Friedkin’s To Live and Die in L.A. (1985), was striving to paint the portrait of America in the 1980s, with its cult of individualism and money, of arrogant successes and cheap flashiness. Miami on the one hand, but Vice on the other: behind the yachts of the gangsters and their pastel-coloured palaces, a world infected by corruption and artifice, a carnivorous and swampy world for which the pet alligator of Sonny Crockett (Johnson) provides a limpid metaphor of America.
Finally, Michael Mann brings Miami Vice to the big screen and, in doing so, the greatest contemporary American filmmaker proves once again his ability to bend the logic of the blockbuster (Miami Vice was thus oversold) to his personal universe, to the extent that occasionally one has the impression of a brilliant re-routing of money (the film cost more than 150 million dollars) in favour of a radical work that does not give up its author’s formal and stylistic ambitions. Therefore, there is no consensus in its approach, but rather an extraordinary science of the alliance between the demands of the filmmaker and that of an art that is great only on the condition of remaining popular (the genre film, the foundation of all his films) – that is to say, the characteristic of the great American artists whose torch today Mann is one of the few to carry. Shot in HD video, a technique that Mann and his cameraman Dion Beebe pioneered in Collateral (2004), Miami Vice makes up first of all a novel sensory experience and, from a formal point of view, an inspired synthesis of impressionism and hyper-realism. The extreme graininess of the image, the heightened sensitivity of the light and the dilution of the colours confer on each shot a never-before-seen density on the cinema screen. A flash of lightning that stripes the sky, a palm tree that bends under the weight of the wind and an incandescent night that Mann’s camera relentlessly pursues convey the feeling of a hallucinatory film where man and nature dissolve in each other, quivering with the same tragic breath.
War Zone and Speed of Disappearance
On paper and in appearance, Miami Vice develops between a police story and a spy film and, before it blows up, the origin of its fiction is the murder of an FBI agent who has infiltrated the drug world. In order to solve the case, two Miami police detectives, James ‘Sonny’ Crockett (Colin Farrell) and Ricardo ‘Rico’ Tubbs (Jamie Foxx), pass as hardened drug dealers and make contact with the financial administration of a drug cartel, a vast organization endowed with staggering means. In a few minutes, Mann disposes of the picturesque approach of the genre (colourful gangsters, men with working-class hands, smooth talkers accompanied by a very definite bad taste) and composes a picture of the mafia with vague contours, a state-within-the-state equally at ease in the transfer of funds on a grand scale as in the clinical execution of offenders. At first sight, Michael Mann reconnects with the vein of the film-dossier of the 1970s, that of Three Days of the Condor (Sydney Pollack, 1975) and The Parallax View (Alan J. Pakula, 1974), a vein he already resumed with The Insider (1999), and re-employs his motif of identity reversals, his obsession with plot (who, from the FBI, CIA or Miami Dade, inhabits the traitor?) and his pervasive paranoia. But at bottom, Mann films this story of big-time trafficking like a high-tech war film where it is above all a question of logistics, an exchange of information, of surveillance and of technological mastery. Mann moreover repeatedly underlines the collusion between police and military techniques: on the way to a secret meeting place where Jesus Montoya (Luis Tosar), the big boss of the cartel, awaits them, Sonny and Ricardo realize that the drug traffickers use a system of electronic interference identical to the one employed by the CIA in Iraq. Finally, the film’s big shoot-out does not invert – as does Heat – the codes of a precise cinematographic genre (the Western), but rather is inspired directly by the imagery of war reportage: deafening and ultra-realist sound of weapons, moments captured live, discontinuity and partial illegibility of the action, proliferation of points of view (= suppression of a point of view), snipers in ambush.
Fascinating is first and foremost the way in which Mann, in total opposition to the classical treatment of narrative, rejects off-screen space or treats key moments of intrigue in sped-up motion (a war is told in snatches) and chooses to rest the great narrative knots of the film on details: a diamond watch illuminating the ambiguous relations between Isabella (Gong Li) and Jesus Montoya, or the discrete tear in the eye of Montaya’s heir apparent José Yero (John Ortis), by which we come to understand his deeper motives. The power of Miami Vice comes from its mix of formal elegance and brutality, of extreme stylisation and hyper-realism. Always both at once, they are in accordance with Mann’s great theorem: become the other in order to fight him, but at the risk, like the cop played by Colin Farrell, of losing one’s footing in an imprecise zone where nothing anymore allows reality to be distinguished from make-believe. Very quickly, the always-reassuring foundation of the genre, with its archetypes, its codes, its values and its outcome, collapses. The narrative develops then by jerks, flattens most of the peaks of action (the hold-up of the Haitian mafiosi settled in a few shots) and multiplies the false starts, as in the film’s opening, which concentrates on the arrest of a pimp, Neptune (Isaach De Bankole), then in a fraction of a second changes direction. Violence erupts in the shot, preceded by no ritual, blows up without forewarning and one enters into the film (no opening sequence, no title card) like a war reporter projected in the middle of a conflict in progress. Without beginning or end, it is just 135 breathless minutes deducted from an uninterrupted flux of images and events.
The first minutes impose a jerky and staggering movement, which the film, with the exception of the romantic interlude of the couple, Sonny and Isabella, in Havana, will not abandon. Everything mixes already, interior and exterior (Sonny goes from the interior of the night club to a roof in a continuous movement), public and private spheres (a short scene of Sonny flirting with a waitress, then an immediate return to the mission): Sonny and Ricardo’s first appearance seems to be the exact opposite of Neil McCauley (Robert De Niro) and Lt Vincent Hanna (Al Pacino) in Heat.
If amplitude and expansion inform the natural rhythm of Mann’s films up until now, Miami Vice takes place under the sign of compression, of the fragment, of speed and of breathlessness. Immersed in the milieu of night clubbers, already infiltrated, the two men emerge in the frame in a stroboscopic way. Between the dancers’ bodies, the movements of the crowd and the plasma screens, some rapid insert shots testify to their presence in the nightclub while the soundtrack juxtaposes, without the least wish for smooth mixing, three incomplete pieces, solely linked by the pounding of a same repetitive beat.
The opening ten minutes are enough for Mann to fix the rhythmic rules of Miami Vice: the event taking place will always matter more than the one that follows, whence the strange feeling of a film in pursuit of itself, obsessed by the next job, the action that follows. Filming with the camera on the shoulder gives the feeling, new in Mann, of a constant fragility of shots and, therefore, of what they show. It is as if each shot were thinking of two things at once – the event taking place (a deal, an arrest) and the event to come (the same over again) – and that the best way to not collapse consists of never staying still. In Miami Vice, it’s to be physically there, here and now, because mentally one is always and already elsewhere. The film is short-winded, in constant precocious ejaculation (a joke of Ricardo to his girlfriend Trudy (Naomie Harris) that reveals one of the principle motors of the film), Miami Vice possesses an immense but implosive energy which has nothing to do with the explosive energy of Mann’s earlier police films. (From this point of view, for the aborted sequence of the nightclub, Mann chooses a rigorously opposed treatment to that of the night club scene in Collateral.)
The jerky and convulsive narrative unfolds less according to a classical logic of development of sequences (dilation, edited in power and explosion) than of rampant compilation and short-circuits. The speed of the linking of the actions, their extreme compression, thus prevents the emergence of the feeling of a time that disappears, of a length that takes hold, in favour of a constant and monotonous topicality subservient to the law of “the here and now” – “Right now” the characters do not cease repeating throughout the film. But topicality is the opposite of time and the excess (of actions, of characters, of ramifications, of narrative lines, of narrative forks, etc.) is the mask of an omnipresent lack – lack of space, lack of the Other, lack of time, above all. “Time is luck”, says Isabella on several occasions to Sonny: a tragic refrain and curse of all of Mann’s heroes.
Surviving in the Flux
Miami Vice is above all a great film on the human condition in a time of flux. Everything progresses at top speed (the meetings, the love affairs, the reversals, the cars) but essentially nothing really moves forward. The general rumour of flux absorbs every modification of this flux, and dismisses events and characters with a noise from deep bottom. A trail of blood on the roadway (the suicide of the snitch, Alonzo (John Hawkes)), an echo on a radar or the noise of fingers snapping, are but nothing more than a short-lived imbalance of the global system. Whence the extraordinary and (paradoxical) inertia produced by a narrative so smitten with rapidity, as well as in the linking of sequences and shots, as in the execution of actions. The points of view become confused, the shots fall like unhooked links, but the general signal finishes by sweeping it along in the events that make it up. It traffics, it pulls, it circulates: Miami Vice is the point of flux against man’s point of view.
The use of HD allows Mann to forge a dense image, often opaque and viscous, which deepens the backgrounds and engulf the foregrounds. Thus, the characters gain in definition what they lose in contour, and thus in identity – visually, they free themselves with difficulty from the background and seem ceaselessly threatened with dissolution. This loss provokes an increased weight of the bodies (watch how they fall in the final shoot out), a constant swaying of space and, for the spectators, the feeling of a hypnotic pitching of shots. Deep water constitutes the primary substance of Miami Vice, a magmatic power that plays against the speed of the narrative and from which the individuals struggle and finally, failing that, they lose themselves. As a counterpoint to the chaos and confusion of human relations, Mann multiplies surface effects (bay windows, villas on the border of the sea) and sliding (off-shore, in the plane, in race cars). They are impeccable images from a world where survival depends on the capacity to remain on the surface (and superficial) and that allows consequently for only two positions: drowning (Sonny, the most infiltrated of the two) or weightlessness (Ricardo); either the temptation of the margin or the maintenance in the centre.
In the beginning of the film, Sonny and Ricardo pull-over Alonzo’s car, a snitch whose wife was just kidnapped. Sequence of panic on the edge of the highway: Alonzo wants to return home, see his wife and flee. “You don’t need to go home”, Ricardo says to him, since he knows it is already too late. Shot of Alonzo’s crushed face (“But they promised”), reverse shot on Ricardo’s (“They lied”). In the blurred passage from the cop’s face to the re-framing of the camera on the flow of the traffic, the man has thrown himself under a truck, leaving only a scarlet stain on the pavement. To become integrated in the flux is also to lose oneself therein.
The film closes as abruptly as it opened: Isabella escapes from the flux by the sea (the eternal utopia of Mann’s characters): “It’s magic”, says a fisherman about the sea near the beginning of Thief (1981), Sonny turns his back on the sea and returns to the flux. And loses himself therein. Life suspended on one side, perpetual flux on the other. No dead time or respite: the system runs at full speed but on empty, and possesses no other end than that of its own stability. To such an extent that one could, like Isabella, pass one’s entire life there: “It’s all that I know how to do; I’ve been doing that since I was 17”, she tells Sonny when the latter questions her on the possibility of an elsewhere, of an alternative life. The only thing that counts is the global balance of the system and its capacity to restore the unchanging order of things (disappearance of Jesus Montoya/death of Jose Yero, disappearance of Isabella/reappearance of Trudy, etc.). At bottom, between the beginning and the end of the film, nothing has changed. Like Frank (James Caan) at the end of Thief or Lowell Bergman (Al Pacino) in the last shot of The Insider, Sonny recedes in depth of the field, with his back to us, and disappears. In the world in flux that Miami Vice follows, the human is only an event, a lost atom in the multitude, similar to the one described by the hired killer in Collateral. It is either arrogance and/or naïveté of the couple, Sonny-Isabella, to have believed that the human could be stronger than the flux.
The men of Miami Dade only conform to the programs that pre-exist them, to respond to the electronic stimuli (a telephone call, a reaction). They turn out to be incapable of taking control of a disarticulated narrative that sometimes calls to mind, but in a less playful way, the game “Simon Says”, imagined by Jeremy Irons’ character in John McTiernan’s Die Hard: With a Vengeance (1995). Only Sonny manages it once with Isabella. You wouldn’t think it, and we’ll come back to it, but Miami Vice has also just laid the foundations for a new order of action films.
Identity of the World and of the Network
The post-urban (and post-human) world of Miami Vice is a confused, fragmented and controlled world that holds together only by the financial flux that crosses it and the electronic images (surveillance cameras, radars, computer screens, etc.) recreating the simulacrum. There is no other logic than that of offer and demand, of movement in all directions imposed by economic private interests. Little matter, then, whether the goods are legal or not, little matter, too, the nature of the market, since the film treats capitalism like a war (Jesus Montoya, the drug godfather, hooked on Bloomberg TV), with his exploitation of resources of the Third World (here, the Dominican Republic, Paraguay and Uruguay), the merciless elimination of rivals and its calculated violence. Impressive is the way in which Mann views the cartography of this world in flux, where one goes in the space of an edit from Brazil to Paraguay, from Miami to Geneva, but also from the Law to its underside, according to a logic of intensive and breathtaking permutation. The contemporary world such as the film describes is expressed in the sentiment of a generalized feeling, of an integral proximity of spaces and individuals, permitted by an ultra-sophisticated technological environment. It is a misleading proximity, since the solitude of beings (total in Miami Vice) gets worse as the virtual exchanges develop.
The idea of the network isn’t new in Mann’s cinema but it never reached this point of coincidence with the world. Already in Thief, Frank, independent burglar, knew how much his survival depended on his capacity to act outside of the Chicago mafia network. That is, until he swallows his motto (“My money goes in my pocket”) and accepts, for the sake of his family and his dreams, to make a deal with the Faust-like Leo (Robert Prosky). It is a fatal connection that ends in an immediate and devastating cataclysm of spaces (the jobs, his garage and his intimacy) that he had hitherto known how to partition. In Heat, no matter how much the frontiers between exterior and interior trembled, there still remains the possibility of taking shelter from the world. The friction between public and private spheres is frequent, the effects of one into another, but justly: the effects suppose an overstepping and consequently the existence of boundaries that are still active. It is moreover in organizing the alternation between one space and another, in exploiting this arrhythmia in the style of Jean-Pierre Melville, that Mann has forged his style, characterized by long contemplative stretches inserted in the heart of hyper-coded narratives (polar, adventure film, biopic, paranoid fiction, etc.).
In The Insider, the power of the network goes up a notch. Mann records the disappearance of the border separating the system (tobacco manufacturers) from the opposition (CBS, in fact, simple link in the great global economy), and confronted an old school journalist to a reticular cartography incipient in the heart of which this former student of Herbert Marcuse loses little by little his bearings. What is the secret at the hour of total transparence? Where does one place oneself when everyone is in the same boat? A first-rate response is issued by the CBS lawyer in the middle of the film, and which recalls that of Isabella in Miami Vice: “All that you see around you belongs to Jesus Montoya”, she says to Sonny who believes in the existence of an elsewhere. Does there exist a position exterior to the System? Otherwise, how to resist?
With Miami Vice, this tension between exterior and interior is completely reduced to the profit of a reticular world entirely subservient to the logic of the networks and the flux. Here, the spaces of resistance are disabled, almost nonexistent. Havana, haven of peace, is outside the flux and its exhausting topicality. In this sublime sequence, twelve minutes in weightlessness not a single one more, it is already time for Sonny to return (literally) to the dock. The counter space that Sonny and Isabella try to invent no longer holds together. Back in the flux, it explodes. The only possibility is to confuse the two, abolish the frontiers and submit to the rules of the network, like Ricardo and Trudy, lovers and co-workers. As Ricardo says to Alonzo: “You don’t need to go home” – and for a very good reason, because in Miami Vice home no longer exists. All that remains is an undifferentiated and homogenous zone, public and private, regulated and unstable.
The identity of the world and of the network explains why, according to a classical approach of the genre (undercover movie), what could have been one of the principal stakes of the film (How to preserve a cop’s false identity? How to make believe that one is another?) are settled very quickly. In Miami Vice, identity is no longer a question. “What difference is there between being infiltrated and being implicated up to your neck?”, as Ricardo more or less asks Sonny. The disconcerting facility with which the two cops shoulder the scheme of the complete Mafiosi expresses not only the indistinction of milieus but also the absolute reversibility of positions.
The fact that the priority is that of the network and not that of individuals implies the possibility of hiding oneself there, of disappearing in the intangible space of the Virtual and so to be nowhere located, which solves all problems of identity, not to mention the problems of alterity. (2)
An immense step is taken here from Heat, which, despite the impression of resemblance between the cop Hanna and the gangster McCauley, protects and maintains intact a principle of alterity, a difference of nature vis à vis the Law that prevents Mann from framing them together. (3) Heat was a film on reflection, the mirror effect, the temptation of the Other; Miami Vice is a film on confusion, indistinction and the equivalence of opposites. The cop is no longer the reversed double of the drug dealer, but his distant echo, his replica, even if on his last legs, Michael Mann once again half opens the door onto a world (Heat, the classic police story, the Law and its underside) in the process of becoming extinct. In Miami Vice, infiltration does not constitute an infringement of the general Law of a global system that has resolved contradictions and confused positions. In this obscure indecipherable without limits, what one really is (a cop, a crook) no longer matters. The only thing that counts is the trace that one leaves in the system, the stamp that one leaves there: back in Colombia where they have come to settle their first mission as carriers, Sonny and Ricardo fly a plane filled with drugs that is hidden in the wake of an official plane. Two distinct signals appear on the air control screen, two circles that overlap briefly before merging; two different engines for the radar, a single image. What difference is there between the Law and its underside? None, “Just a ghost”, says one of the radar controllers. No matter the differences as soon as one discharges the same image.
In Miami Vice, the image is not deduced from reality, but reality from the image. It is by it (parallel trajectories of two off-shore planes filmed at night) that Sonny and Ricardo identify the supplier who helps them to integrate into the Organization, it is by it again (two bodies intertwined on a dance floor) that Montoya understands the relation that unites Sonny and “his Isabella”, it is again it (the infra-red image of Jose Vero’s snipers that Lieutenant Castillo locates) that gives the send off for the final shoot-out.
The classical/modern conflict, essential in Mann, takes here an unexpected turn and puts Miami Vice undoubtedly at the origin of a new cycle in Mann’s work. The question is no longer, as in Manhunter (1986) or Heat, to evaluate what between two worlds is similar or different since, if disparity remains, it is in a negligible manner. From this point of view, classicism with its strong events (hold-ups, shoot-outs, marked positions, etc.), its simplification of the stakes and its resolution of an initial given situation is consumed: the leak in the heart of a governmental agency that launched the narrative will never be identified, the romance between Isabella and Sonny appears suddenly on the way and finally takes the upper hand, while, at the end, Montoya vanishes. From modernity and from American cinema of the 1970s, Miami Vice has kept a problematic rapport to action, between deflating (how many dismissed sequences and aborted conclusions) and overheating. But there is also the feeling of a complex and illegible world, in which it has become impossible to interact if not in a peripheral manner (the release of Trudy from the claws of the Aryen brothers, the elimination of Yero, etc.). The film progresses (too) quickly, but at a constant rhythm (which is to say the contrary of a classical temporality), as if nothing could carry it away or slow it down. The network demands it, the world of Miami Vice has lost its centre of gravity and seems devoted to a paradoxical movement: illusion of speed (or rather haste) but effect of being stuck. Heat and Collateral were centred around a dual relationship: two couples of characters – Hanna-McCauley and Vincent (Tom Cruise)-Max (Jamie Foxx) – whose intertwining constitutes the subject of the films, the point of equilibrium towards which they inexorably converge. Around what centre does Miami Vice turn? What finally is its point of anchoring?
Sonny and Isabella, The Axis of Desire
At the beginning of the film, in a villa that looks like an aquarium, a long discussion gets under way between the Miami Dade team and Nicholas (Eddie Marsan), a dealer connected to the mafia’s multinational company. The goal: to put Sonny and Ricardo in contact with members of the cartel. Standing near a bay window, Sonny leaves the conversation for a brief moment and turns towards the ocean. It’s a moment of existential solitude characteristic of Mann’s cinema (silence on the soundtrack, gaze lost on the horizon) that already indicates the desire of the character to extricate himself from the flux, to reinvent lost time. Sonny is the desire of an elsewhere, the perpetual will to disconnect from the world, mentally as well as physically, as the escapade at Havana testifies. After the ideal image of the American dream (Thief), the Fiji Islands (Heat) and the postcard of the Maldives (Collateral), Sonny embodies in his turn the Mannian imaginary of a mental and geographical extension, of a utopic elsewhere that the film will never realize but whose simulacrum it will fabricate (Havana). The two cops thus embody two divergent movements. Ricardo takes care of the police story and assures its upkeep; he is the man of stability (both in his love life and professionally) and of the centre. Sonny, on the other hand is unpredictable and instinctive; he carries in him a desire for rupture, deviation, and unbalance.
Ciudad del Este, on the border between Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. It is the first test for Sonny and Ricardo in the skin of hardened drug runners. The test of force takes place in a dark warehouse, typical space of the underworld and its secret activities. Facing them is José Yero, Montoya’s right-hand man and first cog of the multinational company. The confrontation between the three men dictates the editing of the sequence (shot/reverse-shot and establishing shots that stress the presence of over-armed doormen) but their discussion deteriorates to a point of impasse. Suddenly, somewhere in the surrounding area of this little theatre of shadows, a voice, imperial and authoritative, emerges off-screen, straight away relayed by a horizontal movement of camera that reveals the presence of a woman (already there, but invisible until then). The first appearance of Isabella in the film imposes a decentring of the sequence (from José Yero to this woman in the impeccable suit). Like Sonny a few minutes earlier, Isabella remains aloof, on the edge of the frame, and provokes the displacement of the shot towards its margins.
From this point of view, the Havana sequence only achieves what the mise en scène (two identical desires, thus two ways of occupying the frame) anticipated. The couple then becomes scarce in relation to a narrative that the film, for twelve minutes, leaves in suspense. Mann then stresses at length their trip, from the coast of Florida to that of Havana: time relaxes, the distances hollow out space again. Their breakaway functions like a gasp of air, an attempt to recover a space against the flux, against topicality, even if, as Olivier Mongin writes in La Condition urbaine: “Places can only be the underside/reverse of flux, a make believe, a simple existential haven, a cell destined to regain one’s breath, a retreat where the vita activa is banished.” (4) It is an insular sequence. The future and the past, projects become once again between them topics of discussion. In disconnecting from topicality (and from technology, not the slightest ring of the telephone), the film reconnects to the past, to History, to memories, and finds again (condenses) something of the respiration of Mann’s previous films: Isabella has revealed snippets of her childhood, shows a photo of her mother to Sonny, recalls her origins; Sonny speaks to her of their future, of what she contemplates doing after. Flux is technology and technology (a major acquisition of paranoid fictions of the 1970s: see the opening sequence of Three Days of the Condor) is death: it is the literal equivalence of the explosion of the mobile home, set off by Yero’s mobile phone.
How can man hold on in a disembodied world, so transparent but ultimately so opaque? The disappearance of the human, its dematerialization in the heart of an urban universe governed by technology, and thus its capacity for resistance, constitutes one of the central themes of Mann’s cinema and finds in Miami Vice its most accomplished extension. Here, the only point of view capable of reversing the flux is in the Sonny-Isabella axis. When their eyes connect, immediately the world recedes and the flux subsides. On the port of Baranquilla in Colombia, the transfer of goods recedes to the background as soon as Isabella appears in the shot, looking for Sonny’s eyes. In the same way, the final gunfight goes from foreground to background exactly when Isabella discovers the badge (and identity) of Sonny. Without the woman, the man is nothing. If he loses this ballast, he falls (Alonzo’s suicide, return to the flux and darkness for Sonny at the end of the film); if he finds her again, he remains on the surface (Trudy comes out of a coma and Ricardo wakes up). But Isabella isn’t the only one to hold this power of aspiration and de-framing. In Miami Vice, women are the only ones to possess the power to divert the narrative (Yero’s jealousy, secretly in love with Isabella), to calm it (amorous sequence between Ricardo and Trudy) or to speed it up (Trudy taken hostage; Lonetta’s death). From the first sequence, Mann expressly makes women the pivot of all the swerves: the silhouette of a dancer against a background of electronic images, a conscious pick-up by Sonny of the waitress, the deal between a pimp and his client, and the murder of the wife of an informer.
The scales of the film tip in a no-man’s land in the middle of which two cops finally meet Jesus Montoya. But Ricardo and Sonny do not have the same reading of the sequence: the first concentrates on the drug godfather, on his orders and the information he delivers, while the second sees only Isabella and the relation (two watches with identical diamonds) which, he believes, connects her to Montoya. Ricardo remains tied to the fiction of the genre Sonny gives up, sucked up by this woman who looks like an icon. When she moves away in the car, Sonny’s gaze remains fixed on her and finds at last the axis of its desire: the only bright trace at the heart of this indecipherable night, point of sublime anchoring and dazzling gap, Isabella appears like the image of a possible elsewhere. But it’s only an image (the rectangle formed by the window pane).
In the last sequence of the film, Sonny takes Isabella to a house by the sea, a deserted hideaway where a boat is waiting. Of their story, there remains nothing more than two faces framed in close-up, turned towards a horizon henceforth blocked. “It was too good to last,” he says. Isabella takes off, alone, glancing one last time at Sonny. But no reverse shot is forthcoming: Sonny, already into his car, moves away and the optical axis that they formed together suddenly breaks. It is the moment to return to the flux. To give in. The world rediscovers its balance but loses a little more of its humanity. One of Sonny’s replies to Isabella comes to mind: “We can do nothing against gravity.” In other words, there is nothing to be done against the flux, except to extricate oneself for a short while. We end up always by going back to it and dissolving therein (the last shot of the film). Sonny: “We have no future.” Here, no more deeply glistening marine seaweed (Heat), no more Maldives to refresh the eyes (Collateral), no more photographic dream to realize (Thief), in Miami Vice the elsewhere is a lost cause. And melancholy is the only way of living on a long-term basis in the world.
“One of these mornings / Won’t be very long / You will look for me / And I’ll be gone”, Patti LaBelle sings to the music of Moby at the beginning of their story – Isabella and Sonny on the way to Havana – but already its end.
Endnotes
1. Jean Baudrillard, translated by Chris Turner, The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (New York: Oxford University Press, 2005).
2. Jean Baudrillard, Le Pacte de lucidité ou l’intelligence de Mal, translation by S. Shafto.
3. On this topic, see my article, “Trajectories incompatibles”, in Panic 1, November 2005.
4. Olivier Mongin, La Condition humaine: la ville à l’heure de la mondialisation (Paris: Seuil, 2005).
Un homenaje al cine de Michael Mann : https://vimeo.com/132708938
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Vie 17 Mayo 2024 - 5:27
La reportera de Le Monde Raphaëlle Bacqué y el crítico de cine Samuel Blumenfeld acaban de publicar este libro sobre el caso Depardieu.
Resumen de la editorial :
Han sido necesarios más de diez años. Diez años para ver cómo un mito se autodestruía ante nuestros ojos.
Primero fueron las historias jocosas. Incidentes dejados de lado en nombre de su genio. Escándalos silenciados por su poder. Se le admiraba, tenía todo el derecho. Gérard Depardieu encarnaba a Francia, porque era Cyrano.
Y luego vinieron las demandas. Los primeros testimonios. La ceguera voluntaria del mundo del cine, el dinero y las obscenidades, el «amigo Putin» y los dictadores, las escenas entre bastidores...
En esta investigación explosiva, Raphaëlle Bacqué y Samuel Blumenfeld levantan por primera vez el velo sobre este asunto tan francés, que incluso vio implicado al Presidente en el momento álgido del escándalo.
Un asombroso retrato de nuestra sociedad.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Vie 17 Mayo 2024 - 5:33
Axlferrari escribió:
Go West, el nuevo libro del gran crítico Michel Ciment, fallecido en 2023, consiste en una recopilación de entrevistas con directores norteamericanos : Livre : Go West (livres-cinema.info)
https://www.fnac.com/a19430481/Michel-Ciment-Go-West
El editor Julien Magnani estuvo muy implicado en la preparación del libro :
- Spoiler:
No sabía nada de la obra de Michel Ciment. Conocerle me permitió descubrir la revista Positif, todo su trabajo y, sobre todo, la obra y los libros de Michel. Me conmovió mucho su enfoque ecléctico y humanista del cine, su gran delicadeza, su curiosidad y su interés por todas las artes que rodean al cine... También le interesaban mucho los libros publicados por nuestra editorial Magnani.
Animado por Jean-Baptiste Thoret, le propuse a Michel seguirle como editor. Compartiendo mi pasión por el cine americano, Michel me propuso recopilar sus entrevistas con las distintas generaciones de cineastas de Hollywood (publicadas anteriormente en la revista Positif): de Fritz Lang a Quentin Tarantino. "Go West" presenta una selección de todas estas fascinantes entrevistas y, sobre todo, representa el itinerario de Michel Ciment con los directores americanos a lo largo de unos cincuenta años.
Como editor, me gustaría utilizar "Go West" de Michel Ciment para compartir con las nuevas generaciones de cinéfilos, así como con los cinéfilos más veteranos, toda la historia de Michel Ciment, de la revista Positif, de esta parte de la cinefilia, reconocida en todo el mundo, pero que hoy se enfrenta al reto permanente de transmitir conocimientos en una historia de las formas socavada por la industria ultracultural y su sobreproducción, la amnesia que arrastra consigo y su dictadura del presente.
No hay películas antiguas, libros antiguos o autores antiguos; sólo obras e individuos que no hemos leído. Michel Ciment fue ante todo un intermediario, dando su tiempo y su trabajo a cineastas que no siempre eran los más reconocidos por la crítica o la taquilla; a menudo ayudó a rehabilitar o a obtener el reconocimiento de obras cinematográficas que no habían podido consolidarse suficientemente; enseñándonos de paso que una obra es tan importante como el interés que suscita en una comunidad de individuos, de Luces, tan preciadas para sus contemporáneos y las generaciones futuras. Luces que hoy nos corresponde mantener encendidas avanzando siempre hacia adelante, hacia lo que aún no sabemos, no conocemos.
Unas cuantas novedades más de Michel Ciment, homenajeado este año en Cannes, festival del que fue miembro del jurado en 1978 :
Portada francesa del libro con N.T. Binh :
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 2 Jun 2024 - 14:14
JB Thoret en Facebook anunciando que su libro sobre Michael Mann ha salido en inglés :
El número 757 de la revista Positif (disponible en amazon.es) presenta un amplio dossier sobre Michael Mann con entrevistas al cineasta y a su director de fotografía Erik Messerschmidt, y artículos de Jean-Baptiste Thoret, Nicolas Bauche y Jean-Philippe Domecq.
El número 757 de la revista Positif (disponible en amazon.es) presenta un amplio dossier sobre Michael Mann con entrevistas al cineasta y a su director de fotografía Erik Messerschmidt, y artículos de Jean-Baptiste Thoret, Nicolas Bauche y Jean-Philippe Domecq.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 2 Jun 2024 - 15:10
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El comentario de Jacques Lourcelles : "Algunos de los mejores comentarios sobre sus películas, y en particular sobre su trabajo con Pabst, han venido de la propia Louise Brooks con sus artículos que no nos cansamos de releer."
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Todavía vestida de novia, Louise, en el papel de Lulú, consuela al hijo de su nuevo marido, Alwa (Franz Lederer), mientras éste le profesa su amor. La caja de Pandora (1929).
Primera de las dos películas de Louise Brooks dirigidas por Pabst (también fueron sus dos únicas películas alemanas). Para muchos cinéfilos de distintas generaciones, Lulú es LA película por excelencia, aquella en la que la ensoñación de un cineasta, encarnada en la más perfecta de las actrices, abrió un camino maestro hacia el subconsciente del público y la inmortalidad.
El encuentro de Pabst y Louise Brooks fue ante todo el de un coreógrafo y una bailarina, y la película ofreció el aspecto visual, literario y metafísico de una danza de amor y muerte. Los significados que los exégetas han encontrado para el personaje de Lulú (y, a través de él, para la personalidad de Louise Brooks) son numerosos y a veces contradictorios. Reflejan la variada subjetividad de los espectadores, presos del enigma de este rostro terso, enmarcado por el famoso casco de pelo negro, al que la cambiante sucesión de emociones devuelve siempre a una inquietante impasibilidad.
Encarnación anarquista del amor loco y de la rebelión intransigente contra la sociedad, feminista antes de su tiempo, o heroína incandescente de melodrama, víctima de los hombres y de la moral podrida, Lulú ha sobrevivido triunfalmente a todas estas interpretaciones. La armoniosa cohabitación de esas interpretaciones en la película se debe quizás al hecho de que se trata de una obra donde reina la dialéctica. La pesadez y la ligereza que comparten el estilo de Pabst desaparecen la una en la otra en una fluidez genial.
El medio social y los escenarios de la película son realistas, pero poco a poco se ven invadidos por un claroscuro y una iluminación expresionista que acaban por envolverlo todo. La propia Lulú es una criatura luminosa cuya luz sirve para iluminar y revelar la oscuridad de los demás y del mundo que la rodea. La luz que emana de ella está en constante conflicto, tanto humano como estético, con la luz cada vez más sombría de la fotografía y la iluminación de la película. La aniquilación final de Lulú, trágica antítesis de la dominación que ejercía sobre los personajes masculinos (y a veces femeninos), conduce a una victoria final en la memoria del espectador, y para la eternidad.
Con el paso de los años, el personaje de Lulú se ha vuelto cada vez menos escandaloso, al tiempo que conservaba su fascinación e incluso la amplificaba. En cuanto a Louise Brooks, está claro que hoy es aún más famosa que cuando se rodó la película. Algunos de los mejores comentarios sobre sus películas, y en particular sobre su trabajo con Pabst, han venido de la propia Louise Brooks con sus artículos que no nos cansamos de releer.
Jacques Lourcelles, Dictionnaire du cinéma
La caja de Pandora (Lulú) (1929) - FilmAffinity
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Vie 14 Jun 2024 - 9:27
Sale una nueva edición en bolsillo de esta novela sobre Frances Farmer : Livre : Notre désir est sans remède (livres-cinema.info)
La azarosa y dramática vida de la actriz estadounidense Frances Farmer (1913-1970) fue mucho más allá de su papel cinematográfico de rubia guapa con una razonable impertinencia. Esta novela, dividida en siete escenas, de la luz a la sombra, de Hollywood al encierro, es una reflexión política sobre el cuerpo como presa de la fama.
Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle - Wikipedia
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 23 Jun 2024 - 23:51
Este libro de Sam Wasson salió en noviembre de 2023.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Dom 21 Jul 2024 - 0:02
Una novedad sobre Stanley Kubrick.
Resumen de la editorial : https://www.livres-cinema.info/livre/23335/gouffre-feminolatrie
El abismo de la feminolatría - La inteligencia terapéutica del tiempo presente y el revolucionario psicoanálisis de Stanley Kubrick es una exposición metódica de la feminolatría - y, en consecuencia, del matriarcado - rampante en Occidente desde finales de los años sesenta. Philippe de Vulpillières descifra sus etapas, su arraigo y su naturaleza, ahora ferozmente psicopatógeno. Pasando de lo general a lo específico, demuestra paso a paso que a partir de 2001: Una odisea del espacio (1968) Stanley Kubrick sólo pone en escena proyecciones oníricas de su propia evolución psicoafectiva, y que este director de genio monta así subterráneamente un espectáculo de agonía feminólatra que le ha llevado a un cierto punto de psicopatía. Arraigada en la fe cristiana y concebida como una vacuna contra el zeitgeist, esta aproximación iconoclasta, atípica y abundantemente documentada se ve coronada por revelaciones indiscutibles que alteran para siempre la comprensión de la obra y el proceso creativo de este monstruo sagrado del cine.
Católico inconformista e inclasificable, el autor de L'homme tue et la femme rend fou ("El hombre mata y la mujer vuelve loco") hace pivotar sus análisis en torno a una clave inédita que socava los cimientos del wokismo. Los hombres tienen un cuerpo-arma y un cerebro-joya. Las mujeres tienen un cuerpo-joya y un cerebro-arma. La atracción heterosexual surge del hecho de que cada sexo ve y desea un reflejo de su propio cerebro. El cuerpo-joya femenino brilla con ternura (paz y amor) y da vida al cuerpo físico. El cerebro-joya masculino brilla con sabiduría (verdad y justicia) y da vida al cuerpo social. El hombre es juez. La mujer es abogada. Y cualquier alternativa al patriarcado es perniciosa.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Vie 2 Ago 2024 - 18:51
Taschen acaba de publicar esta obra en 2 tomos : LIFE. Hollywood
Una novedad sobre Columbia Pictures (1929-1959) : The Lady with the Torch (livres-cinema.info)
Otra novedad, se trata de un libro sobre la cineasta Larisa Shepitko, autora de La ascensión (1977) - FilmAffinity
Resumen : The Films of Larisa Shepitko (livres-cinema.info)
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Mar 20 Ago 2024 - 6:44
Ken Loach, Desafiar el relato de los poderosos
Aquí estamos en el corazón tanto de la resistencia como de la creación. Desafiar la narrativa de los poderosos es desafiar esas películas perfectas formateadas por Hollywood que nos convierten en ciudadanos pasivos, dóciles y acríticos. Pero si existe una estética de la sumisión, ¿existe también una estética de la resistencia? Para Ken Loach, la respuesta es «sí». Y es una de las pocas personas que afirma que la lucha de clases está más viva que nunca, sin ceder a la propaganda. Este libro es a la vez el manifiesto artístico de un cineasta profundamente comprometido, la síntesis del pensamiento político de un hombre que lleva más de cuarenta años denunciando la injusticia, y un llamamiento a un movimiento global para transformar profundamente nuestra sociedad.
Portada francesa :
Défier le récit des puissants (livres-cinema.info)
Un buen artículo reciente : Víctor Arribas: "La mujer en el western tiene una importancia capital" - Zenda (zendalibros.com)
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Mar 3 Sep 2024 - 1:57
Un libro de 2023 que analiza 30 películas representativas del cine surcoreano.
From smash hits such as Parasite to cult favourites Oldboy, The Handmaiden and Train to Busan, Korean cinema is a hotbed of creative talent and the force behind the most exciting, captivating filmmaking in the world right now.
In this essential guide to the country's cinematic story, Michael Leader and Jake Cunningham - authors and hosts of the hit podcast Ghibliotheque - guide you through the must-see films from a century of Korean movies.
Entre las 30 películas aparece Veteran cuyo remake podría ser rodado por Michael Mann :
Novedad : La depredación, el relato de la actriz Caroline Ducey en el que acusa a la cineasta Catherine Breillat de organizar una violación durante el rodaje de Romance en 1999. Afirma haber estado bajo la dominación de la directora en ese momento, y no haber sido advertida de que las escenas de sexo no serían simuladas. Catherine Breillat niega estas acusaciones y afirma que estaba al corriente y dio su consentimiento.
Presentación del libro :
«Veinticinco años de silencio, veinticinco años durante los cuales se me impidió hablar por incapacidad de comprenderme y por negativa a escucharme. Luego me callé por orgullo y negación de ser víctima, para no morir. Cuando el movimiento #MeToo liberó la palabra, la mía fue rechazada porque corría el riesgo de socavar la credibilidad de las voces femeninas. Porque es a una mujer, una mujer aclamada por la crítica y un icono feminista, a quien acuso».
Caroline Ducey es actriz. En este conmovedor relato, rememora el rodaje de Romance, dirigida por Catherine Breillat, y sus consecuencias.
Romance X (1999) - FilmAffinity
Otras novedades : Ken Russell, interviews
Descripción del libro : Ken Russell | University Press of Mississippi (state.ms.us)
Alan J. Pakula | University Press of Mississippi (state.ms.us)
La trilogía conspiranoica de Alan J. Pakula: Klute (1971), The Parallax View (1974) y All the President's Men (1976) :
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Vie 6 Sep 2024 - 16:00
Novedad, 15 de octubre
A celebration of the fearless, fabulous actresses of Hollywood’s Golden Age―illustrated with stunning photographs from a world-class collection
Lauren Bacall, Louise Brooks, Claudette Colbert, Bette Davis, Marlene Dietrich, Kay Francis, Lillian Gish, Gloria Grahame, Katharine Hepburn, Veronica Lake, Carole Lombard, Myrna Loy, Ida Lupino, Barbara Stanwyck, Anna May Wong―and more!
To make it in Hollywood, it takes more than beauty, brains, and talent―it takes moxie. This was especially true for women in the heyday of the studio system, a period from the 1920s to the 1950s when a small number of companies dominated the production and distribution of films in America. It was an industry controlled by male studio executives, in which directors and producers called the shots and contract players had little say in which roles they would play. Still, a trailblazing group of actresses forged successful careers out of sheer conviction, perseverance, and professional know-how. These spirited women captivated audiences, shaped the film industry, and remain enduring icons of classic cinema.
This gorgeous volume profiles some fifteen leading ladies who had moxie to spare. It is illustrated with more than two hundred film stills, publicity photos, and lobby cards from the collection of Ira M. Resnick―many published here for the first time. Together these captivating images reveal how the stars of the Golden Age used pose and performance, fashion and glamour to shape their images both onscreen and off. Moxie will dazzle and seduce all devotees of classic Hollywood.
Novedad, 16 de octubre
Las esperadas memorias del gran actor de Hollywood. «Estaba ahí, tumbado junto a un callejón en White Plains Road, en el Bronx, y me dolía mucho el tobillo. Me dije que así no podría seguir con la película. Solo llevábamos grabando un par de semanas y no podía interpretar el papel y, además, ahora tampoco podía caminar. Francis Ford Coppola me había mostrado antes algunas tomas de mi interpretación, solo para decirme –Al, la estás cagando aquí–. Yo miré las tomas, y pensé, ¿qué hago yo en esta película? Tenía el aspecto de un don nadie. No tenía ni idea de lo que pretendía hacer. Pensé que estaba fuera de lugar. En realidad, no me querían mucho por aquí y empezaba a darles la razón. Era un chico de 29 años con solo dos créditos cinematográficos y una cabeza no muy bien puesta sobre los hombros. Ahora tendrían que echarme de El padrino. Y allí tendido en la calle aquella noche, no podía sentir más alivio. Miré al cielo, me santigüé y dije: estoy fuera de esto. Gracias, Dios mío. Gracias.»
Las memorias de Werner Herzog, febrero 2024.
Violent America
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Alloway se basa en un extenso corpus de películas de posguerra, de 1946 a 1964, para mostrar cómo el tema de la violencia tal y como se representa en las películas cambió drásticamente durante este periodo, pasando de una violencia casi invisible a un derroche de sangre y muerte. Hay que decir que Estados Unidos estaba saliendo de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, la Guerra de Corea y la Guerra de Vietnam; también era la época de los asesinatos de los Kennedy y Martin Luther King. Aunque el libro data de 1971, no ha perdido nada de su interés ni de su actualidad. Merece la pena leer esta original mirada al cine estadounidense de posguerra de un crítico de arte británico que, entre otras cosas, aplica los conceptos de la historia del arte.
Descripción : Double Vision: The Cinema of Robert Beavers (livres-cinema.info)
Novedad, 26 de noviembre (nueva edición al precio de 100 euros en lugar de 2500) : Stanley Kubrick's The Shining
Libros TASCHEN: Stanley Kubrick's The Shining
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Novedad, edición limitada de 1.000 ejemplares (2.200 páginas, pesa 20 kilos), 7 de marzo 2023 : https://www.taschen.com/es/limited-editions/film/66983/stanley-kubrick-s-the-shining
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Miér 18 Sep 2024 - 19:25
Novedad en la editorial progresista La Fabrique : El culto del autor. Las derivas del cine francés
Presentación de la editorial :
Parece que ha llegado el momento de que la industria cinematográfica francesa haga su examen de conciencia. Los testimonios de víctimas de violencia sexual dentro de la industria son abrumadores, y la profesión admite que la impunidad debe llegar a su fin.
Sin embargo, no podemos reducir el problema al comportamiento abusivo de unos cuantos directores conocidos, ni podemos evacuar el problema distinguiendo entre el «hombre» y el «artista». En efecto, es precisamente el estatus conferido al «autor», tanto por las instituciones como por la crítica, lo que le permite dar rienda suelta a los abusos bajo el pretexto del «genio» creativo. En los platós de cine como en la pantalla, se ejercen y escenifican las mismas relaciones de poder y el mismo dominio sobre las mujeres. A través del ejemplo de decenas de películas, este libro ofrece un panorama edificante de este cine de dominación, continuamente alabado incluso cuando no tiene nada que decir.
Este libro propone «ir más lejos» en el análisis de la crisis actual del cine francés de autor. Si bien los comportamientos abusivos de algunos directores -que se consideran herederos de la Nouvelle Vague- se remontan a menudo a los años 1980-1990 y, por tanto, han prescrito, existen numerosos testimonios de incidentes recientes, y todo hace pensar que el acoso y los abusos sexuales no han cesado en los platós de rodaje. Más allá de las recientes denuncias, esta crisis debería llevarnos a cuestionar las representaciones que ofrece el cine de autor : «Desde la Nouvelle Vague en adelante, la tarea de los críticos de cine en Francia ha sido elogiar las obras, remitiéndolas al genio de su autor, cuyo estilo y «obsesiones» se analizan, dejando cuidadosamente en la sombra las determinaciones sociales, ya sean de género, clase o raza, que también estructuran toda obra artística». «La libertad de creación artística, que consiste en «la capacidad de materializar, sin limitaciones, una o varias obras, bajo diversas formas, en un ámbito artístico», fue reafirmada en Francia por la ley del 7 de julio de 2016. Legitima el hecho de que los artistas puedan situarse por encima de la ley, con el pretexto de expresar el carácter «transgresor» de su genio.
De hecho, esta asimilación del director de cine a un artista cuya libertad creativa debe protegerse ha permitido a Polanski seguir rodando películas en Francia en un entorno más que confortable, mientras sigue procesado por agresión sexual a una menor en Estados Unidos». Geneviève Sellier pasa por el tamiz decenas de películas, como feminista y cinéfila. Esta mirada fresca revela también la voluntad de tener en cuenta el carácter colectivo de la concepción y la producción de las películas distribuidas en el circuito comercial: «La “política de autor” que François Truffaut y su pandilla de Cahiers du cinéma lograron imponer como criterio exclusivo para juzgar las películas es, sin duda, el mayor engaño de la historia del cine».
Lejos de rendirse, Geneviève Sellier demuestra que una nueva generación de mujeres cineastas ofrece una perspectiva diferente y cuenta historias distintas de la letanía de un cine masculino que se ha quedado sin aliento.
La autobiografía de Sterling Hayden : actor (Dr. Strangelove, El Padrino, La jungla de asfalto), marino, oficial, escritor (Voyage), comunista en una época y vagabundo constante. Desde su publicación en 1963, la autobiografía de Sterling Hayden, Wanderer, ha estado rodeada de polémica.
El autor estaba en la cima como estrella de cine cuando abandonó repentinamente. Abandonó Hollywood, abandonó un matrimonio destrozado, desafió a los tribunales, se declaró forajido y se embarcó con sus cuatro hijos en la goleta Wanderer, rumbo a los Mares del Sur. Su intento de huida dio pie a su autobiografía. Es la confesión sincera, a veces dolorosamente reveladora, de un hombre que examinó cada derrota y traición a sí mismo a la luz de la conciencia, el testimonio de un idealista del pasado, muy lúcido sobre la bancarrota moral de su país, de un gran romántico, un coloso con pies de barro, un anarquista soñador.
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Re: Libros sobre cine
por Axlferrari Mar 5 Nov 2024 - 18:33
Acaba de salir en Francia este libro sobre Barry Lyndon, bajo la dirección de Jan Harlan, cuñado de Stanley Kubrick y productor ejecutivo de las cinco últimas películas del cineasta. Es probable que sea traducido en otros idiomas.
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Resumen : https://www.livres-cinema.info/livre/23528/barry-lyndon
Barry Lyndon es la película de los superlativos, tan extremo era el sentido del detalle y de la imagen de Stanley Kubrick, y sin embargo poco se ha publicado durante 48 años sobre esta picaresca inmersión en un atormentado siglo XVIII.
Producido en asociación con The Stanley Kubrick Estate y Warner Bros, este libro revela por primera vez la obra titánica y obsesiva del cineasta, con los testimonios excepcionales de quienes vivieron y construyeron esta extraordinaria aventura cinematográfica.
El método de trabajo de Kubrick revela un proceso creativo continuo que trastoca los hábitos de sus colaboradores y las reglas del cine.
La famosa luz natural filmada a la luz de las velas, las influencias pictóricas de la película, la larga preparación y el caótico rodaje, la extrema benevolencia del director... el libro da la vuelta a muchos tópicos, y archivos inéditos completan esta obra muy visual que rinde homenaje a la belleza estética de los planos del director.
Diseñado por Simeio, que ganó el Trophéeo de l'Edition 2023 de la Fabrication, y maquetado por Philippe Apeloig, también es un libro muy bello, y para los aficionados también estará disponible en edición limitada, cada ejemplar será único.
Sin duda, la obra más completa jamás publicada sobre Barry Lyndon.
Con textos inéditos de : Marisa Berenson, François Betz, Milena Canonero, Michel Ciment, Jacqueline Fromonot, Jan Harlan, Darius Khondji, Katharina Kubrick, Frédéric Lodéon, Jordan Mintzer, Amandine Rabier, Dominic Savage…
Prefacio de Sébastien Allard, Director del Departamento de Pinturas del Museo del Louvre.
La primera edición de The Total Film-Maker se publicó en 1971 basándose en las conferencias impartidas en la Escuela de Cine de la Universidad del Sur de California. Como profesor invitado en la USC en 1966, entre los alumnos de Lewis se encontraban los legendarios jóvenes cineastas Steven Spielberg y George Lucas.
Este libro clásico se escribió originalmente basándose en 480 horas de conferencias de Jerry Lewis en la Escuela de Cine de la Universidad del Sur de California. El libro incluye el proceso completo del cine por uno de los primeros guionistas/directores/productores de Hollywood'.
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