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Revisioning the Western Female Character: Julie Christie in McCabe and Mrs. Miller
The entire cast had to care for their clothes and mend them just as real frontierspeople would have done a century before. The result is very authentic, for Mrs. Miller as well. Julie Christie’s clothes look lived in and are, quite frankly, one of the most authentic female costumes in westerns. Read More
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Read Instead…in Print
A photo of a good book about cinema. No discursive, pretentious analyses, no verbose scrutiny. Because the idea is to invite you to read the book, not read about it here. But instead of using social media, I use … Read More
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October Newsletter: On Taking a Seat in the Warm Colours of a Woody Allen Film
I often associate a view I see with movies. I see a red and grey barn on a countryside road and I think of Bergman’s island where he lived. A deserted street lined with tall buildings on a rainy, grey day from the window of a cafe, Three Days of the Condor. A flock of birds on a wire, The Birds, always. The sky before a storm about to break, Wings of Desire. Leaves turning gold on a crisp autumn day, Woody Allen’s films. Read More
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The Undesigned Outfit, the New Symbol of American Maleness: Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire
“This is it! This is what I’ve always wanted!” The clothes that costume designer Lucinda Ballard chose for him finally put Marlon Brando into character. He became Stanley Kowalski and his “undesigned” outfit became part of the Brando iconography. Read More
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Read Instead…in Print
All that remained were her memories, especially from her childhood summers, every one of them spent with her father on the island of Fårö. And those didn’t come easily, didn’t come back flowingly. “For me it was like this: I remembered nothing, but then I came across a photograph of Georgia O’Keeffe that reminded me of my father. I began to remember.” Read More
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