ANCHORS AWAY
By Richard Corliss
“Oh, the sun’ll come out tomorrow”…Huh? Somebody say Murrow? Boy, those were the days. Or would you Rather be a mule? Corliss tunes into Broadcast News re: the fantasy life of plants. On both sides of the screen. And that’s the way it is. Courage
IT AIN’T ART IF IT AIN’T HUNG
Alan Rudolph interviewed by Karen Jaehne
After a career spent walking astride the continental divide, Alan Rudolph has in The Moderns lampooned the expatriate Paris of the Twenties. Till now, Rudolph has been the con auteur of his generation, thus Jaehne takes a portable picnic…er, a movable fête with a guy who swears he is the Alan Rudolph
MIDSECTION: REAL TO REEL
Their eyes and their instincts have been honed in documentary. When they come to feature filming, it seems so…fantastic. Marlaine Glicksman finds Robert M. Young on the set of Dominick and Eugene
Gavin Smith hears Ken Loach Singing the Blues in Red
Armond White talks to Chris Menges on A World Apart
CHECKPOINT CHARLIE
By Brian Taves
For a quarter century writer-director Robert Florey was friend and confidante to the great Charlie Chaplin. In ’46, Florey kept accounts of his collaboration with Chaplin on Monsieur Verdoux. The experience was disheartening
THE EMPEROR OF OSCAR-CREAM
Our experts (Ph.d. + Dartboard) noodle one from Column A for Best This and two from Column B for Best That, and we print it! Get out your darts and stick it to the wiseguys
VENI, VIDI, VADIM
By Marc Mancini
Remaking his 1957 Bardot bomb-shell, And God Created Woman, Roger Vadim hopes you’ll still love him in De Mornay. Mancini gets the loaf, jugs of whine, and thou
CINEMA GOES LEGIT
By Robert Sklar
You Loved the Movie, Now See the Play! Sklar steals off to the thea-tuh and all he sees is The Roar of the Greasy, the Smell of the Cowed
13th ANNUAL GROSSES GLOSS
By Anne Thompson
In a feverish year, the film biz spread thin. Major production, distribution and exhibition, all on high boil, made stew out of the indies, cooked up the $7 ducat, and sat down, to a b.o. feast
TV: LAUGH, DAMMIT
By Tom Carson
Uh-oh. The networks are getting relevant (remember that?). Film-stock without laughtracks means you gotta know when to raise your eyelids and go “Heh, heh.” Carson charts this descent into “dramedy” hell
JOURNALS
Twenty years old, the Havana film festival this year held a wake for the militant cinema envisioned in ’68, reports Pat Aufderheide
Up north, Native Americans redrew Indian images in their sixth N.Y. festival, per Armond White
And Austin Lamont mourns Chuck Solomon, seen on film at Park City
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