Kansas City folks! I hope you’ll join me tonight at Crosstown Station. I’ve never been, but it looks like tons of fun!
An ongoing personal reflection/deconstruction of scenes I’ve done, and how and why I did them. While “Fingers” is currently making the rounds on a DVD sampler published by Paste Magazine, the film will be screening at the 10th Annual deadCENTER film festival in Oklahoma City. The film will screen Friday, June 11th at 11:59pm at IAO Gallery. I’ll be there, so come by and say hello!
“Fingers” is a strange beast. After doing primarily documentaries in my undergraduate years, I decided to do a radical experimental narrative before I graduated, something to clean my palette before tackling some narratives. The finished film has no dialogue and is told strictly through non-linear flashbacks. The film had no screenplay — it was shot completely off storyboards and a simple one page treatment.
The story centers around Paul, who reacts to the loss of his index finger the same way someone might grieve a loved one who passed away — his mind goes to unexpected places and recalls moments throughout his life where the finger played a role. Eventually the memories become more strained and confusing to the point he breaks out of them and returns to reality.
Part of what interested me about the project was simply the idea of touch, how fingers could be used to tickle, or explore, or offend. I loved thinking about – and exploring – the utility of our anatomy.
Today I was thumbing through a magazine rack at a Goodwill when I chanced upon a February 1962 issue of Pageant magazine that includes a short piece on Jean-Paul Belmondo. Belomondo was recently honored by the Los Angeles Film Critics for his career achievements. High-resolution scans of the original pages are at the bottom, following the transcription. Enjoy!
Photographed for Pageant by Marvin Newman
THE FILM HEROES of the young Frenchman at left are Bogart, Brando and Garfield. But put them all together and you still haven’t captured the essence of Jean-Paul Belmondo, the most off-beat European screen sensation in a decade.
I really, reaaally love this.
[via Gawker.tv, via Slate]
He shouldn’t have played ball unless his agent could swing him some above the title action…
