This week’s kitty is not only adorably nommin’ some food; it’s also right next to Ryan Gosling’s legs in the movie Half Nelson, which makes it doubly cute. In short, cute kitty! Now here’s a very full, very fun set of links:
Here’s an especially timely search term: “cannes film festival fucking pussy films.” Also, “flsh lifht pussy.” Whatever that means.
Now that Cannes 2011 has wrapped, here’s a short list of my most-anticipated films from the festival. With any luck, most or all of them will be headed to an arthouse theater near me soon!
- Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris. The lackluster trailer and Woody’s recent track record weren’t exactly getting my hopes up, but once I learned that Kathy Bates and Scott Pilgrim‘s Alison Pill play Gertrude Stein and Zelda Fitzgerald respectively, I knew I’d have to see it. Will Owen Wilson make a suitable Woody surrogate? Will it be so cutely erudite that I’ll throw up? I can’t wait to find out!
- Lynne Ramsay’s We Need to Talk About Kevin. I already wrote about how intensely I want to see this, and that intensity continues to grow. An Oscar-caliber Tilda Swinton performance! John C. Reilly! Stream-of-consciousness narrative! YEAH.
- Michel Hazanavicius’s The Artist. I’m excited by both The Artist‘s plot—it’s a silent comedy/melodrama about Hollywood’s transition to sound—and its loose resemblance to Guy Maddin’s movies. It sounds like the best kind of cinephile junk food.
- Sean Durkin’s Martha Marcy May Marlene. I can’t wait to see Durkin’s debut feature, a harrowing cult-themed drama (which, like Midnight in Paris, played out of the main competition). The fact that it co-stars John Hawkes from Winter’s Bone is icing on the cake.
- Terence Malick’s The Tree of Life. Although sometimes put off by his ponderousness, I adore Malick’s childlike wonderment at the world. (And just try not to be blown away by the house-burning sequence in Badlands.) I’m a sucker for cosmic spectacle, so Malick’s long-awaited Palme d’Or-winner might just do the trick for me.
- Lars Von Trier’s Melancholia. Speaking of cosmic spectacle, the trailer for Melancholia really impressed me, and the casting of John Hurt and Charlotte Rampling as an old married couple would get my ass in the theater to see Transformers 3. When mixed with Von Trier and the end of the world? Ohhh yes.
- Pedro Almodóvar’s The Skin I Live In. I’m just crazy about face transplant movies like Face Behind the Mask, Eyes Without a Face, and The Face of Another. If I can get that with Almodóvar’s uniquely dark, sensual sensibility, I will be a happy moviegoer.
- Nicholas Winding Refn’s Drive. This is tied with Kevin, Melancholia, and MMMM for “most most-anticipated.” Ryan Gosling in an existential action movie? Yes please, and thank you.
What Cannes-tastic new movies are you excited to see?
Kitties are generally cute—but since this kitty is from Adam Elliot’s Mary and Max, it’s cute in a depressing, oddball way. While I’m mentioning it, kudos to Elliot for making a black-and-white animated movie! That takes chutzpah. Especially when that movie is tragic and bizarre. And now I give you: links.
Not too many amusing search terms lately, but I did like “ζωο σεξ,” which is Greek for “animal sex.” I didn’t like “i got robbed and fuckin raped hard and i enjoyed it” because, um, NO. Somewhere between the two was “lesbiansim curiostiy killed the cat,” which combines non sequiturs and misspellings. Finally, I really like this pair of phrases, searched for simultaneously: “of course i do” “it was fucking awesome.” Of course I do! It was fucking awesome.
Some things I love: 1) Tilda Swinton, 2) stories about school violence, 3) Tilda Fucking Swinton, 4) beautiful cinematography, 5) chronologically impressionistic narratives, 6) female directors, 7) John C. Fucking Reilly, and… oh, did I mention 8) Tilda Swinton?
I may not yet have seen Lynne Ramsay’s first two features, the much-praised Ratcatcher and Morvern Callar, but I think I’ll need to see her third, We Need to Talk About Kevin. Between the ingredients listed above and the often ecstatic reviews it’s been getting at Cannes, this has jumped to the top of my 2011 to-watch list. Who gives a shit about Super 8 or even X-Men: First Class? I want to talk about Kevin.
Are you raring to see Kevin? Any other Cannes premieres making you excited?
I found The Man with Two Brains pretty disappointing and unfunny overall, but I did like the kitty in the operating room. So there you go. I also liked Sissy Spacek voicing a disembodied brain… but then again, I’d like Sissy Spacek voicing a disembodied anything.
On an unrelated note, you may have noticed a dearth of material on Pussy Goes Grrr lately. This is not a coincidence. We’ve been secretly preparing for the following kick-ass, action-packed week, to be topped off by a special celebration. Seriously, start reading for real on Monday, because it’ll blow your mind. And now, links:
- This Kickstarter project earns our total support because 1) it’s in Minneapolis and it’s about 2) young women who are 3) making comics. If you can spare them any cash, do it. They just need to raise ~$2,000 in about a month. (H/t to Sarah Becan.)
- Notcoming.com has this short introductory piece by Evan Kindley for their series about Ralph Bakshi, godfather of adult animation.
- Speaking of cinematic godparents, how about Christine Vachon, godmother of independent cinema (especially the New Queer Cinema)?
- PopMatters is all about The Cable Guy and the fascinating dark side of Jim Carrey.
- I found this extensive piece on comedy remakes too soul-sucking to actually read through, but if you really want to know, the information’s there, from Cannonball Run to Spies Like Us. Ugh.
- The Hollywood Reporter has the scoop on what movies are going to Cannes. I can’t wait until they all filter down to arthouse theaters in the midwest!
- Jaime of unexamined/essentials has a long defense of the other Paul Anderson (W.S., that is). I may not be a fan of his work myself, but I salute the spirit of the piece.
- An egg inside an egg?! Now I’ve seen everything.
In search term territory, all we have for you this week is “fuck yes” (because, uh, “fuck yes”!) and “are you dense? i am the goddamn walrus.” I just really like the fact that someone mixed up Batman and John Lennon.