what this book is, really, is the world’s best jerk-off mag for cinephiles. david thomson is a british writer on film (and also shares a name with the shadowy figure investigating the meaning of ‘rosebud’ in welles’s masterpiece!), a great one, and this book is his ever-evolving masterpiece. but ...
A shot might run forever, or as long as life. Sometimes you feel that urge in its momentum. It’s part of the fluidity in film and the modern sensibility of surveillance. That Zapruder film from Dealey Plaza concludes when the motorcade races away to the hospital, and Zapruder surrenders to the sh...
In 1958, Stake Out on Dope Street was an early offshoot of Roger Corman’s mezzanine empire, a second feature with a brash urban rawness. But sixteen years later, Kershner was still servant to the casual spontaneity of Donald Sutherland and Elliott Gould—so much so that the original title, Wet Stu...
Years Nancy Gross met Howard Hawks on August 30, 1938. She was twenty; he was forty-two. She was born in Salinas, California, East of Eden country, and her father owned several fish canneries in Monterey. She was a beautiful convent girl, but a spirit of adventure and a sports car took her to the...