1. “SXSW Unveils Jury Award Winners. A comedy about two young women having a really difficult time getting to the beach won the Grand Jury prize for features at SXSW.
“Fort Tilden is directed and written by Sarah-Violet Bliss and Charles Rogers and stars Bridey Elliott and Clare McNulty. The Great Invisible, director Margaret Brown’s look at the oil industry’s secretive world in the wake of the Gulf Coast disaster, took the top prize for documentary features. The awards were hosted for the second year by comedian Jerrod Carmichael at the Paramount Theatre in Austin. The Audience Awards will be announced Saturday, and the festival wraps Sunday.”
2. “Home Theater.” A Very Special Episode of Reverse Shot.
“Through this symposium, we hoped to come to a better definition of what cinema is and what television is. Perhaps the problem with the ’cinema vs. TV’ debate is that the terms being pitted against each other refer to tools for viewing or modes of storytelling as opposed to the content fitted to them. The results from our writers were, expectedly, diverse and thoughtful. Reading these articles, which we’ll unroll over the coming weeks, you won’t find an answer to the debate; the takes are far too varied. Each television series and each movie constitutes its own case. And with such a range of topics covered—character development, morality, ideology, filmic technique, auteurism—there could never be just one point of view. Which is kind of why the whole question of which is ’better’ is itself an impossible, and false, one.”
3. “Metamorphosis.” From Doogie to Barney to Hedwig, the shapeshifting career of Neil Patrick Harris is immune to typecasting.
“The first time Neil Patrick Harris went to Los Angeles, he found himself at the circus. It was 1987 and he was 14, visiting with his mom for his first paying gig as an actor, a small spot on a TV show. They were wandering along the Santa Monica pier, as tourists do, when they spied a tent, yellow and blue and shimmering on the shore. The tent belonged to Cirque du Soleil, establishing a foothold in California with Le Cirque Réinventé, a show that would eventually launch the troupe around the world. Oblivious to all this, young Harris took his seat anticipating elephants and tigers and sad-faced clowns. But the animals were conspicuously absent, replaced by athletic men and women who leapt and pirouetted through the air—first four, then six, then nine of them on a single bicycle, riding around the ring in formation. The show was like nothing he’d ever experienced. And like all magic, much of it seemed to defy either logic or physics.”
4. “The Punks of Disney Land.” Crissy Van Meter finds the Neverlanders Social Club.
“There are more than 30 Neverlanders moving toward me as a pack, cutting a path through the crowd. They’re wearing handmade mouse ears and hats, and many of them are covered in tattoos—they look like one of the minor gangs from The Warriors, or some cult in a postapocalyptic wasteland where Mickey Mouse is worshiped as a deity. Each member has a patch of a character that represents his or her personality—the 30-something couple who founded the club, Angel and Cindy Mendoza, are Donald and Daisy Duck. Everyone is staring as I walk with them to It’s a Small World, a boat ride at the tip of Fantasyland. As we round the Matterhorn Bobsleds, ’regular’ park-goers snap photos of the Neverlanders as if they’re celebrities. People point; parents tell their children to take note; jaws drop. Angel says with a shrug that they’re used to this commotion by now. When you’re the biggest Disneyland fans in the world and wear that love on your sleeve—literally—you’re bound to get some odd looks.”
5. “Review: Interior. Leather Bar.” Nathan Lee on James Franco and Travis Mathews’s film.
“Does James Franco suck dick? I mean, does he literally put dicks in his mouth and suck on them? A lot of people could care less, or claim to care less, for various reasons. Because celebrity sex lives are boring. Because James Franco is boring. Because we live in a fabulously enlightened post-gay wonderland (exemplified by James Franco). Because we know people whose dicks have actually been sucked by James Franco. Whatever the case, let’s not pretend the question doesn’t exert a certain grip on the imagination, among other organs. Our investment in the problem of Famous People Who May Or May Not Be Gay may well be irritating, a kind of stubborn cultural chlamydia, but what’s at stake in that investment is real. Franco knows this, and has turned it into a constituent aspect of his celebrity. Thus do we arrive at an even more annoying question: what does it mean that James Franco is playing with the fact that we know that he knows that we want to know whether or not he sucks dick?”
Video of the Day: Jonathan Glazer’s advertisement for Flake chocolate bars, starring Denis Lavant as the devil:
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