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Glenn Kenny
Film writer, formerly of Premiere magazine and .com. Reach me at
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Q: Do you like Bellochio? BUÑUEL: I've seen Fists in the Pockets—I don't find it the slightest bit interesting; it's repulsive and far too facile. It's really completely overdone—the blind mother, the retarded brother...the son putting his feet on the mother's coffin—it's too easy...While he was at it, why not show him shitting on his mother's head? It's the only thing he spared us. —From "Two Interviews With Luis Buñuel," translated from a Cahiers du... Continue reading
Posted 7 hours ago at Some Came Running
Akerman in Je, tu, il, elle, 1975; image cribbed, with gratitude, from Only The Cinema About 12 years ago I was at a modest cocktail party—bare office space and bottles—commemorating the hanging-up-the-towel of a veteran indie film publicist. I was in a conversation with a stranger, an older woman who had connections in some New York distribution circles, or something like that, and the name Chantal Akerman came up, and I was taken aback to... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Some Came Running
Christelow said: "I must tell you how I played golf with Manchip once. I thought I'd take the opportunity of learning something of his favorite poet, so I said to him as he teed off: 'Tell me, Master, what sort of a poet is Gynander?' 'Oh,' he said in that deep voice of his, 'a very interesting poet indeed.' 'Yes,' I said, 'I should have thought he was. But,' I said, 'what sort of a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2015 at Some Came Running
Florence (tourists not pictured). My trip to the Venice Film Festival was, as it happens, my first time in Italy. It was difficult, in a way, not to see it as somehow tying in with the parting from this world of my mother earlier this year. My mom was Italian—maiden name Petrosino, out of Naples—and had done a not-insubstantial bit of traveling in Italy late in life, and had always wished for me to visit... Continue reading
Posted Sep 14, 2015 at Some Came Running
Or I guess I could have gone with, "I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one," or something. So anyway, I'm in Venice. The Italian one. Covering the film festival for That thar thing above is the island of San Giorgio. I think. The first two installments of my Venice diary are up; the first covering Black Mass and the next covering The Danish Girl. More to come, including furious... Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2015 at Some Came Running
Debra Paget in The Tiger of Eschnapur, part one of Fritz Lang's Indian Tomb epic, 1959 Perhaps, or perhaps not, you have heard of Blue, a 2014 album by the antic and virtuosic jazz combo Mostly Other People Do The Killing. It is a note-for-note re-creation, or "cover version" of Miles Davis' seminal 1959 LP Kind of Blue. MOPDTK is known for, among other things, an antic sense of humor that manifests itself in cheeky... Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2015 at Some Came Running
...I say "among" because I have not yet seen Alex Ross Perry's Queen Of Earth, which I have every reason to anticipate warmly. But good grief, the fellow's already got a retrospective at The Museum of the Moving Image coming up, and Queen itself is going to be screening at MOMA, and Perry's gonna do the voice of Winnie The Pooh for Disney or something*, so he hardly needs my help anymore. Bridey Elliott and... Continue reading
Posted Aug 20, 2015 at Some Came Running
The sagacious Jeffrey Wells has informed me that word "around the campfire" (yeah, I know) is that I've "had it out" for The End of the Tour since before its shooting even wrapped, and that my opinion of it now that it's a real live film is not to be trusted. It's true; I didn't think that making David Lipsky's useful book Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself into a movie was a... Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2015 at Some Came Running
Sondra Locke in A Reflection Of Fear, 1972, William A. Fraker. Back in June, venerable American cinema practitioner and semi-certified auteur Clint Eastwood, a still-formidable filmmaker but increasingly grizzled (almost to the point of approaching crotchety, even—what do you want, and you should be this productive and alert when you turn 900 years of age) public figure, cracked something like a Caitlyn Jenner joke. At a taping of something called "The Guy's Choice Awards" (no,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2015 at Some Came Running
In the late summer of 2004, I had the great honor of being invited to interview Olivia De Havilland for Premiere. We spent a little over an hour and a half in a suite at The Pierre in Manhattan, and out discussion ranged over a large number of points in her career and life, not including her musical number in Thank Your Lucky Stars or her strained relations with her sister, Joan Fontaine. And of... Continue reading
Posted Jun 29, 2015 at Some Came Running
Joseph Failla, my movie-going pal from the late 1960s on, and a sometime DVD reviewer for Premiere back in the early aughts, wrote me with some reminiscences and observations on the late Christopher Lee, which I reproduce below: It was my mother who first introduced me to the world of Christopher Lee when she bought me the Famous Films issue #2, CURSE OF FRANKENSTEIN / HORROR OF DRACULA magazine, which featured both Hammer classics in... Continue reading
Posted Jun 15, 2015 at Some Came Running
Inveigling Suzan Farmer in Dracula: Prince Of Darkness, Terence Fisher, 1966 I don't know why I took the news of Sir Christopher Lee's death so hard this morning. It's not as if his face and his voice have been crucially intertwined with all the reasons I love movies, or anything. Oh, wait. it is that. But, you know, he WAS 93. Maybe I thought he was going to live forever. One of the greatest pleasures... Continue reading
Posted Jun 11, 2015 at Some Came Running
Me, in my living room, holding up the October 1997 issue of Premiere. The actual 25th anniversary of the U.S. release of Martin Scorsese's Goodfellas isn't until September, but already it is being commemorated; there was a special screening at the Robert De Niro-spearheaded Tribeca Film Festival, a newly mastered Blu-ray disc is out (haven't watched yet; I've been busy), and my proposal for a making-of book on the movie was passed on by at... Continue reading
Posted Jun 10, 2015 at Some Came Running
What follows is my contribution to the Blogathon hosted by Philip Tatler IV at his apparently ever-name-changing film site. My God, what have I done: Roger Daltrey and Nell Campbell (yes, THE Nell Campbell). I had rather high hopes for the almost universally reviled 1975 gonzo biopic of composer pianist Franz Liszt as I prepared to view it in full for the first time. Celebrity culture is, we perceive, even more over-the-top today than it... Continue reading
Posted Jun 1, 2015 at Some Came Running
I Feel Free: Marina Pierro in Walerian Borowczyk's Jekyll. For last week I wrote about new Blu-rays of Mario Bava's Blood And Black Lace and Walerian Borowczyk's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Miss Osbourne, two incredible films with a wealth of psychosexual provocation built in. So much so that I didn't mention how incredible both Blu-rays actually look. They look incredible. My friend James White, who's been a key figure in Arrow's... Continue reading
Posted Jun 1, 2015 at Some Came Running
Don't try this at home: Charles Boyer, Jennifer Jones, and Philip Morris, Cluny Brown, Ernst Lubitsch, 1946 Last evening, near the end of Film Twitter’s “We Need To Talk About Cameron” quasi-telethon, the critic Tina Hassannia registered some disapprobation thusly: “ALOHA reviews are all framed in the auteurist framework, which inherently treats the white, male director as an artist worthy of discussion.” “It doesn’t matter what you think of the movie, at the end of... Continue reading
Posted May 30, 2015 at Some Came Running
Tom Hardy and some probably very uncomfortable stuntmen. The movie really kind of IS about his character, maybe, I think. Last week an online movie columnist posted an early review of Kent Jones' documentary Hitchcock/Truffaut, and in the comments section there was a lot of "they-don't-make-'em'-like-that-anymore" sighing over a perceived ebbing of Hitchcock-influence on contemporary filmmakers. Now, I suppose that if we're strictly talking about a dearth of filmmakers interested in crafting movies that play... Continue reading
Posted May 16, 2015 at Some Came Running
Pretty girl! I decided it would be a real fun idea to get fucked up on drugs and go see Avengers: Age of Ultron in IMAX 3D at Sony Lincoln Square, or is it AMC Lincoln Square, and then write a sort of review of it as a pastiche of my one-time idol Lester Bangs' famous 1977 piece "I Saw God And/Or Tangerine Dream." This made sense to me for several reasons, the main one... Continue reading
Posted May 11, 2015 at Some Came Running
"As if she could smell him..." M. Paradine (Alida Valli) senses the presence of Latour (Louis Jourdan) Dear Farran, Well thank you for sending me a nice slow Vertigo pitch across the plate. Your point is interesting and, I think, valid. But, given the structure of the extant film—it rather is a shame we’ll never be able to see the longer cuts—one has to look at Paradine sideways to get to that conclusion. But I... Continue reading
Posted May 2, 2015 at Some Came Running
This is the first of a four-part dialogue. The next installment will appear at Self Styled Siren on Friday, May 1. Alida Valli in The Paradine Case, Alfred Hitchcock, 1947. Dear Farran, I'm taking you seriously as to the idea we discussed the other morning, at a delightful-as-usual breakfast at Court Street Grocers. The idea being to rejuvenate our respective blogs with an epistolary exchange about Alfred Hitchcock's 1947 picture The Paradine Case. (By the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 30, 2015 at Some Came Running
The above shot of Richard is from 1974. I purloined it from Film Comment magazine. You almost wanna say "Look at the you-know-what hipster," don't you? I didn't meet Richard until, oh, well over twenty years after this picture was taken, and his mode for dealing with younger film critics was quite a bit more avuncular than anything this shot suggests. I still love this shot of him because he has this air of both... Continue reading
Posted Apr 24, 2015 at Some Came Running
As one can't make a living running a semi-depressive, nostalgic, grieving blog, at least that I know of, I now direct you to some Professional Film Writing, not deliberately pitched to expend whatever good will I've accrued by being depressed and nostalgic but just...well, how's the saying go, once more into the breach, with a piece for about a new wrinkle in the Saga Of Woody Allen's Critical Reputation. What do YOU think should... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2015 at Some Came Running
I was recently recollecting the bad old days when I thought I was some kind of Internet Film Criticism policeman, and I got into it with not Some Dude™ but a guy I've come to have a reasonable relationship with, and one of the points he tried to make was that I had some nerve giving another writer TMI grief when I myself posted vacation pictures on my blog. Well. It was/is MY blog, and... Continue reading
Posted Mar 28, 2015 at Some Came Running
The young Costello doppelgänger is, yes, your humble correspondent, somewhere between years 1960 and 1962 I reckon. I suppose I am so cheerful because the photographer is dangling a raw steak out of frame or something. Here's the Christmas 1970 Polaroid I alluded to in the post about my mom, below. From left to right, brother Michael, classic rocker me, sister Kathleen, and a pleased Santa Mom in the background. Santa Dad took the shot.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 20, 2015 at Some Came Running
1. The first movie I’m reputed to have set eyes upon was Psycho, which my parents saw at a drive-in when I was barely one. The first movie I remember seeing a portion of was North by Northwest—the portion being the one in which Roger Thornhill almost drunkenly drives “Laura’s Mercedes” over a cliff—also at a drive-in with my parents. Part of an early-60s double bill, I guess. The first movie I remember sitting all... Continue reading
Posted Mar 18, 2015 at Some Came Running