There’s all kinds of good stuff that’s been posted lately. There’s so much, in fact, that it’s tough to decide what my twelve faithful readers should seek out. Here’s this month’s attempt…
Because Hayao Miyazaki looms so large over the figure of Studio Ghibli, the studio’s other great animator gets far less garlands than he deserves. If Miyazaki is the animation equivalent of Kurosawa (dazzling, furious action interwoven with moments of magical quietude, a graceful but continually moving “camera”), Isao Takahata is anime’s Yasuhiro Ozu (silence, stillness, the quotidian being emphasized far more than the extraordinary). Noel Vera aims to fix this with an essay on Takahata’s Only Yesterday.
Dennis Cozzalio likes horror and schlock cinema far more than I do, and is a superb writer on the subjects. (I don’t mean to come off as a prude. After all, one of my favorite contemporary directors is the ever-so-polite-and-demure Takashi Miike.) Here, he opens up a forum for discussion on Eli Roth’s Hostell II.
Wheeler Winston Dixon writes a long, deep-think essay about the future of cinema, the advent of digital video, the decline of celluloid, and how all of this changes how we’ll make and see movies. It’s among the most levelheaded pieces I’ve seen on the increasingly popular subject of discussion.
Speaking of good photographic art, Gorjus at PrettyFakes gets inspired by David Hockney.
Are you reading Nancy Nall? Well, why the hell not? Here she is on brides, writer Kem Nunn, and the end of The Sopranos. As with anything she writes, these posts cover a lot of territory beyond their ostensible lead subjects. My kind of writer.
The Shamus (formerly That Little Roundheaded Boy) muses on Whit Stillman’s Metropolitan and makes me interested in revisiting Stillman’s three movies.
The Undercover Black Man, who’s quickly becoming one of my favorite bloggers, uses a commemorative jazz CD as a springboard for slapping down how and why conservatives use the race card.
Let’s end this edition with a post about an ending: Scott McLemee writes a well-considered obituary of philosopher Richard Rorty.
That is all.