GUEST OF HONOUR—Atom Egoyan’s ingeniously layered take on unreliable narrators and fatal misapprehension—stars David Thewlis as a restaurant health inspector and Laysla De Oliveira as his daughter Veronica, a former high school music teacher imprisoned for an unprofessional incident with a student. Told in flashback as Veronica confers with Father Greg (Luke Wilson) about a funeral eulogy, the film is streaming now on Kino Lorber’s KinoMarquee.
This weekend the American Cinematheque, Canada Now, and the Armenian Film Society present a virtual Q & A with Egoyan and Thewlis.
A black Vietnam vet who saw DA 5 BLOODS, said, “Spike, what the fuck took you so long?” Black and brown Vietnam vets, they loved the film, and that’s my validation. They put their lives on the line, for the red, white, and blue, while also knowing that their brothers and sisters were fighting another war in the United States of America. — Spike Lee
In conjunction with the release of his new film DA 5 BLOODS, Lee will join Barry Jenkins and other guests this weekend for a virtual conversation and career tribute, presented by the American Cinematheque.
Everyone remembers Fritz Lang’s 1931 masterpiece M—the story of a Berlin child-killer pursued by the police but brought down by the mob—but few have seen Joseph Losey’s 1951 remake, set amidst the vanished streets of Bunker Hill in downtown Los Angeles.
This weekend, as part of the American Cinematheque series Noir City—Hollywood (now in its 22nd year), Losey’s M will screen in a triple bill, after Lang’s original and before the brilliant 1953 Argentine version EL VAMPIRO NEGRO / THE BLACK VAMPIRE (directed by Román Viñoly, and presented in a new DCP restoration).
After the election of 1960, my friend Howard Austen and I moved to Rome not far from the classical library of the American Academy, where I daily worked on a novel about Julian the Apostate. Also during our first Roman years, in the Via Giulia and later in the Largo Argentina, movie production was at its peak, and, for a few years, many movies were made at Cinecittà, the principal Roman studio. During the late 50s I had worked on the script of Ben-Hur in an office next to that of the producer Sam Zimbalist. Farther down the corridor from my office, Federico Fellini was preparing what would become La Dolce Vita. He was fascinated by our huge Hollywood production. Several times we had lunch together in the commissary. Soon he was calling me Gorino and I was calling him Fred…
Suddenly, one day in 1971, there was Fellini on the terrace of our Largo Argentina flat. “I make film about Roma. I want you and Alberto Sordi and Anna Magnani and Marcello Mastroianni.” I asked Why? This was Fred’s least favorite word. He was a droll and inventive liar and his verbal arabesques were for the most part entirely wasted on flat-footed showbiz interviewers. He blinked his eyes as if in thought: Why? We were in the restaurant of the Grand Hotel, where he would establish himself at a special table set in what looked to be an opera box. “Because,” he said, “you all live in Rome and you are all from outside.” I laughed. “Magnani is Rome.” He realized his mistake. He waved his hands. “She is from everywhere. Like the sun. The moon. The … I have one question I will ask each of you, who can live anywhere, Why you live in Roma?”…
My scene was shot in a small square off Via dei Coronari. It was a freezing February night, but we were all dressed in summer clothes, pretending it was the August Trastevere festival of Noantri. Tables and benches were scattered around the square. Huge plastic fish were on display in tubs. Howard and I sat at a table with three or four American friends. I was fascinated to find that Fellini worked much the way Picasso did in the documentary where he paints on a sheet of glass while the camera shoots from under the table so that we can see what he is painting as he erases, transforms, re-structures. Plates of food kept arriving. Wine bottles. More plastic fish. Some tourists sit at a table opposite us. Fred directed his cameraman as he kept filling in the background with people, food, decorations. When Fellini Roma was released, in 1972 (Fred’s name was part of the title), he was also ready by then to tell the world why he had picked his four stars. “I pick Mastroianni because he is so lazy, so typical. Alberto Sordi because he is so cruel.” An odd characterization: Sordi was a superb comic actor whom one did not associate with cruelty, but then, at the core of comedy, there is indeed a level of sharp observation that the ones observed might easily regard as cruel. “I chose Anna Magnani because she is Anna and this is Roma. Vidal because he is typical of a certain Anglo who comes to Roma and goes native.” As I never spoke Italian properly, much less Roman dialect, and my days were spent in a library researching the fourth century A.D., I was about as little “gone native” as it was possible to be, but Fred clung to his first images of people. — Gore Vidal*
This weekend at the Egyptian, the American Cinematheque celebrates Fellini’s centenary with a screening of the 4K restoration of the director’s surrealist documentary ROMA, preceded by a program of clips and photographs presented by Cineteca di Bologna director Gian Luca Farinelli.