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     Ramsey Campbell (Ramsey) Username: Ramsey Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.93.21.100 |
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Jean-Vigo-Collection-disc-Collectors/dp/B00009Z52C/ref=s r_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1208255615&sr=1-1 Absurdly cheap - all the films of one of the great French directors. | ||
| Chris_morris (Chris_morris) Username: Chris_morris Registered: 04-2008 Posted From: 12.165.240.116 |
That's a great price, and I have yet to see a Vigo film. (Regrettable.) Alas I have no region 2 player, and there's no US counterpart to this collection. In fact, none of Vigo's films are available on DVD in the U.S. I see Amazon.co.uk recommends on the same page some other DVDs I've sought unsuccessfully in America. (CELINE AND JULIE GO BOATING and SATANTANGO -- all 7 hours of it -- among others.) It's frustrating that these films haven't appeared here yet. | ||
| Chris_morris (Chris_morris) Username: Chris_morris Registered: 04-2008 Posted From: 98.220.108.241 |
>> In fact, none of Vigo's films are available on DVD in the U.S. I'm wrong -- L'ATALANTE is available. I think I'll dial it up at Netflix. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 217.44.101.203 |
CELINE AND JULIE GO BOATING Very long. Don't make the mistake I did of putting it on my dvd portable at bedtime, at 11 o'clock. LOTR;FOTR was shorter. I would have enjoyed it more knowing in advance. | ||
| Zed (Gary_mc) Username: Gary_mc Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.96.240.83 |
I've just ordered this, along with Last Year At Marienbad, all for under 15 quid. Cheers for the link, rRamsey! | ||
| Griff (Griff) Username: Griff Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 172.213.50.64 |
"CELINE AND JULIE GO BOATING" Aye aye! | ||
| Zed (Gary_mc) Username: Gary_mc Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.96.249.146 |
I've just had the enormous pleasure of watching "L'Atalante" - thanks for the rec. Ramsey! I thought this was a lovely film, lyrical yet shot through with realism. The cinematography is superb, lending the shots of docklands and city streets a grimy poetry. One or two specific scenes stand out as being rather beautiful: Juliette running across the roof of the canal boat in dakness, clad in her white wedding dress, Jean diving underwater to look for the face of his love, the yearning of the couple spending a night apart, each in a different bed yet writhing beneath one another's touch. Splendid stuff. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.236.131 |
Yeah, old film makes everything ghostly. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbToiPXqPSs If someone told you that was footage of some half heaven half hell world, you might believe it. | ||
| Zed (Gary_mc) Username: Gary_mc Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.96.249.146 |
Indeed! Albs, that was actually my favourite scene in the entire film - all those dockland vistas, the old railway lines, the grey waters... | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
There's a museum in my city that shows little films from yore. There's one about a fat boy who has a bike made by a bike maker. It's called Alan's Bike. It's not black and white. It's 60's old, looks like it has been coloured in with felt tip pens. The bike maker finds the bike all rusty in a hedge, and he remembers making the bike for fat Alan. Then he tosses it back in the hedge and the film ends. We never find out why Alan lost his bike there. Or what has happened to Alan. I thought you'd like to know that. I'll go there in a few minutes and watch it again. Just for you. They've got one about boats too. Can I have my tea now? | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
Tony and I speculate into the wee hours that Alan is dead, in the hedge, as rotten as his bike. | ||
| Zed (Gary_mc) Username: Gary_mc Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.96.249.146 |
Albs, remember that story you wrote ages ago about the bloke who borrows a video. He thinks its porn, but it shows people bathing in this weird canal. And a cardboard alligator. I've never forgotten that story; I think of it whenever I see old b&w footage of canals. Brrr... | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.161.253.183 |
Another good 'canal boat' film. Possibly my favourite Ewan MacGregor film. Such atmosphere. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYiJBYfCR18 | ||
| Zed (Gary_mc) Username: Gary_mc Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.96.249.146 |
I agree. That's a brillianr film, Tony. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.236.131 |
Zed, you mean NO SECRETS AMONGST FRIENDS. Which I think still exists here. http://www.lit.org/view/4883 Or not. Yes. What an idea. A cardboard croc and sexy canal water. | ||
| Allybird (Allybird) Username: Allybird Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 79.70.46.71 |
Just watched the first few minutes of YOUNG ADAM - captivating. Will get it out on dvd soon. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
"He glimpsed the plastic jaws in the dark of a cellar, clamping down on naked flesh." "The severed head began to suck the man's bloody thumb." "Brown splashing ensued, stirred by white limbs. The fake looking snout of the beast clamped shut repeatedly on the mans back and then after a few moments the blood began to explode in to the white industrial air, like a one colour firework display. The slimy eyes of the pale audience took in no joy and no pity from what it saw, or didn't see. They just slowly began to slip their way back into the canal, one by one, limb by white limb until the banks were again empty slopes of wet dirt and grass." | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
Could have been a classic, if it hadn't been me who wrote it. Chortle. "The crocodile had pulled its papery body through the living room door now and was sliding towards Neider's ankles. He backed away, feeling a mass of tingling that was tugging at his flesh, trying to take him somewhere. He slumped into his chair, barely feeling it, and swore he could smell the dank and oily water of some vast and living canal." | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
"He opened his new can with a spurt of froth. Neider did the same as he tried to find what was going on with the tape. The naked men were watching a middle aged looking woman walking her dog by the canal. They were chest deep in the dark water, shivering. As the woman and the dog ambled past, they rose from the water, showing their blue erections. "Do they fuck her?" Larry shrugged. "I've never seen this bit; I think they must do. I know that later on they start to shag a farmer." " | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
M.R. James would be so proud of me. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
This is my favourite bit. "Neider watched TV for a few hours, frowning at a new game show where the celebrity contestants had to spin on a roundabout. The winner was the last one to be sick. Seeing the blonde weather girl from BBC2 spewing up a fine spray of white made him want to puke too.The next contest was to have a tarantula crawl across their face,as a clown tickled their feet. He had to admit he found that quite funny though, especially when the fat Radio one DJ screamed sending the spider racing across his head. He flicked over when the credits came up and caught a few minutes of Screaming with Laughter, a hidden camera show. The skinny presenter with a fake beard stalked the woods by a school, wearing hairy rubber hands. In the studio the Headmaster chortled, red faced as the clips wound on showing the presenter donning a mask of a corpse, and crawling out of the undergrowth at nearby groups of school kids. Most of them ran screaming, especially once the rubber masked ghoul began to chase after them. Neider was in hysterics. So were the kids, sat in the studio now, arms full of toys." | ||
| Zed (Gary_mc) Username: Gary_mc Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 213.219.8.243 |
Genius. That's my favourite tale of yours, Albs. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.236.131 |
 We invented that canal water colour in Hull. Before that all canal water was an unsexy blue. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.161.253.183 |
Someone should write about a canal boat trip that goes through a big weird city. No! No! Me, I meant. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.244.67 |
It would be an archetypal story. It must have been done already. I did write a story that was just a tour through a weird city. But it was on foot. DAMMIT! | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.161.253.183 |
Hmm. Someone leaves the boat to buy some milk and are gone for too long. When they come back they're different. Or the people on the boat are. I'll write it today. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.195.236.131 |
I like that advert with the canal boats with grass growing on them. But this is reminding me of a bit of a story I wrote...ages ago. Chortle. "The married couple had looked different once he had finished and opened the door. Like they were wearing different clothes, or wigs. Maybe they had been pulling faces before then, and had merely relaxed them, once they had told him about the drawings in the sewers. You had to catch the right barge to see them; one with a lit deck. He had hopped onto one of the library barges. The fiction section, in fact. The reading lamps, turned upwards, gave all the light he had needed. But he saw more than drawings. He saw all manner of things. Another world. People on bikes, taking the cycle routes. Men in voluminous red gowns, fishing from high up stone balustrades. Railed off side tunnels with cinema screens filling the darkness of distant chambers. Strange, blue, long legged creatures that clung to the sewer walls and skittered about around what looked like gigantic black serpents sprouting forth from the brickwork, dangling their unseen heads into the rippling water to drink. Pipes, someone told him later. Just pipes. And the drawings then? Mostly around the sections of sewering beneath the motel. Colourful and cleverly rendered. Mysterious and dangerous. He had been unable to commit to memory any of the shapes. There were just too many of them stretching across the curvature. He had chosen one that deserved memorising, only to have it wiped away by an even greater sketch. This carried on until his mind was almost as blank as when he had first heard about the things from George and Mildred. He had snuck into their caravan while they were weeing and told them about his inability to capture the drawings in his head. George had shaken himself off while he replied... "Such are the tricks that the drawings use to keep themselves secret." Then they had shown him their holiday snaps. Alan wished he could have forgotten THOSE pictures so easily." http://www.lit.org/view/5449 God, I love myself. |