Werner Herzog makes some irresistable documentaries. His latest is the 3D cave doc Cave of Forgotten Dreams, which did festival rounds late last year. Now there’s a trailer for the film, which you can see after the break. Read More »
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It’s a big week for Werner Herzog fans. His new documentary, the 3D-shot Cave of Forgotten Dreams, will soon screen at the Toronto International Film Festival, and the first images have been revealed. (Above, for example.) And My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done?, the film he made with David Lynch producing, is hitting DVD in a couple weeks, so Herzog is doing the press rounds talking about that movie.
Some of the ensuing interviews are traditional press, in which he revealed that he’s got plans for at least two new films: a desert epic and a film set in a Texas maximum-security prison. And the director has spent this afternoon answering fan questions submitted via Twitter, with the video answers posted to YouTube. Read More »
A couple weeks ago, the Toronto International Film Festival announced their line-up of Galas and Special Presentations (aka the major films premiering at the festival). The list of films included Robert Redford‘s The Conspirator; George Hickenlooper‘s Casino Jack, The Bang Bang Club, starring Ryan Phillippe, Barney’s Version, starring Paul Giamatti, Darren Aronofsky‘s Black Swan, Ben Affleck‘s The Town, Alejandro Gonzalez Innarittu‘s Biutiful, Sylvain Chomet‘s The Illusionist, Kim Jee-woon‘s I Saw the Devil and Michael Winterbottom‘s The Trip.
Today the festival announced their documentary selections, which include Errol Morris‘ Tabloid, Thom Zimny‘s Bruce Springsteen doc The Promise: The Making of Darkness on the Edge of Town, Kim Longinotto‘s Pink Saris, and Werner Herzog‘s 3-D cave drawing documentary Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Hit the jump to see the full TIFF documentary line-up.
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Summer is fast approaching and Harmony Korine—the polarizing Nashville-based filmmaker irresponsible for directing Gummo and scribing Kids—has returned to combat the season’s flabbier atrocities. For everyone’s information, Korine believes his latest movie, Trash Humpers, should not be referred to in the press or elsewhere as “a movie” or “a film.” I think I see his point. I mean, after all Humpers doesn’t contain a shirtless Vince Vaughn tripping over models in Ibiza or Egyptian robot rockets penetrating a CGI brick wall that turns into sand. But since the not-a-movie is receiving a theatrical release this summer, I asked him to elaborate. Korine said Humpers might as well be projected into a toilet bowl or mailed anonymously to a closeted politician. And then he said something profound about granny’s undergarments and snickered like an asthmatic hick with dementia.
It’s the same asthmatic snicker heard in Trash Humpers, a sound horrifying enough to make “a grown man jump from a ledge,” as Korine comments below. Directed and edited to approximate a found VHS from hell, Humpers stars Korine and pals as three elderly degenerates with poor dermatology and a recreational interest in dumpster fornication and murder. Any semblance to narrative exhibited in his past works, including 2007’s Mister Lonely about a Michael Jackson impersonator, has been blown up like cherry bombed synapses. Humpers is a canvas for Korine’s obsession with disorienting repetition, inbred culture, and dysfunctional imagery. He wants to imprint the viewer’s brain with new moods, however terrible or tedious. And Humpers seems meant to occasionally alienate and punish the viewer, not for preferring popcorn to art or vice versa, but for believing there’s sense in making sense of anything.
Hunter Stephenson: Have you visited your tax man?
Harmony Korine: Have I what? Did I visit the tax man?
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UPDATE: According to a publicist who represents the producers and emailed me regarding the rumor.: “No – we have a slow 35 city roll out.” So, it appears many people beyond NY/LA will have a chance to dance in the moonlight with a cracked out Nicolas Cage.
It’s hard both to deny and describe the crazy cinematic potion that has flowed off the marketing materials and clips for Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans thus far. I cannot align these entertaining yet toxic vibes with another recent film, and many critics who see it—and like it—seem to share the task. It’s as if the voodoo weirdness that floats throughout pockets of the troubled region seeped into the dailies and into the gainfully employed skin of star Nicolas Cage. Much of this can be chalked off to the film’s publicized equation of iguana hallucinations, wild-man director Werner Herzog, and crack rocks, the math of which has stirred up semi-ironic anticipation for the film within movie culture. Unfortunately, it may be that a wide theatrical release for this anomaly is no longer happening; First Look Pictures, the film’s U.S. distributor looks to rush the film to DVD/Blu-ray for a February 2010 release.
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If you’re interested in either of the two insane pieces of cinema Werner Herzog completed this year, you’ve probably seen the crudely cut, sales-type trailer for Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans that surfaced earlier this year. Now there’s a real, ‘meant for audiences’ trailer and, until the last few seconds when the iguanas and ‘dancing soul’ stuff hits, it almost looks…sane. Almost. Check it out after the break. Read More »
A lot of people go to film school to do sissy things like ‘network’ and ‘make contacts’. Werner Herzog laughs at you. While you’re making a film about the evolution of your bedroom, Herzog is going to be teaching the real filmmaking skills of a master to small groups of hand-picked students. What will you learn from the guy who directed Aguirre, Grizzly Man and the new Bad Lieutenant? Important stuff, not like how to shoot (film), but what it’s like to be shot at. With bullets. Read More »
Possibly the best thing about Werner Herzog doing his own Bad Lieutenant film (which got a poster today) is the fireworks that have erupted between he and Abel Ferrara, who directed the Harvey Keitel-starring film that Herzog hasn’t remade. Both directors are at the Venice Film Festival this week, where it wasn’t beyond possible that some sort of confrontation, or at least conversation would take place. (Ferrara once suggested Herzog and his cast should die in hell, and Herzog responded “Wonderful, yes! Let him fight…I have no idea who Abel Ferrara is.”)
There may not be a director alive who is as open to confrontation as Herzog, but who is also open to reconciliation. (This is the guy who pledged to eat his shoe if Errol Morris made a movie, and then did, on stage.) Now the Guardian reports that Herzog said at Venice that the two “should meet up soon over a bottle of whisky,” which is kind, but also less explosive than I was hoping for.
And, wait, what’s this noise about iguanas? Is this also Herzog’s mini-budget Godzilla homage? Potentially spoilerish details after the jump. Read More »
Earlier this month, we noted in surprise, as did a number of peers on the web, the sudden announcement of a new film from Harmony Korine, the semi-reclusive director of Mister Lonely. Aforementioned surprise arose because the project, entitled Trash Humpers, was already completed, said to be a 78-min feature, and set to premiere at next month’s Toronto International Film Festival. The TIFF has released further details alongside the first photos from Humpers. As seen below, the set pics are John Waters-esque and moderately NSFW. And personally, I find they recall ancient nightmares of Zeke the Plumber on Salute Your Shorts.
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