The Nightcomers (1971) starring Marlon Brando and directed by Michael Winner, the English director who passed away last month, shown at the Tehran's uptown film theater Shahre Farang. Before the revolution (also after that), there was no organization for rating and certifying films in Iran (sure there was censor, but once films passed the censor, theaters had no obligation to follow any age restriction), but posters were using fake age limits as a sort of publicity. As this ad shows, the publicity campaign has used "no under-18 is allowed into the theater" to arouse curiosity and draw more audience to the film, especially those of under eighteen! [click on the images to enlarge]
Monday, 4 February 2013
Film Ads In Iran#29: Nightcomers
The Nightcomers (1971) starring Marlon Brando and directed by Michael Winner, the English director who passed away last month, shown at the Tehran's uptown film theater Shahre Farang. Before the revolution (also after that), there was no organization for rating and certifying films in Iran (sure there was censor, but once films passed the censor, theaters had no obligation to follow any age restriction), but posters were using fake age limits as a sort of publicity. As this ad shows, the publicity campaign has used "no under-18 is allowed into the theater" to arouse curiosity and draw more audience to the film, especially those of under eighteen! [click on the images to enlarge]
Friday, 1 February 2013
Notes on Stop For Bud
In 1963, Jørgen Leth, a Danish filmmaker (who was also a poet, art critic, controversialist and Tour de France commentator made a short, poetic and visually stunning film about the jazz pianist Bud Powell known as Stop For Bud.
The film, without showing much of Bud's piano playing, succeeds in achieving something that is hugely missing in jazz films of today: finding the right images (to the extent that filmmaker's visual vocabulary allows) to accompany the music, a constant translation from music to cinema and vice versa.
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Dave Brubeck: In His Own Sweet Way
Finally I managed to catch up with the long-awaited Dave Brubeck documentary, In His Own Sweet Way, now on BBC iPlayer (online streaming in the UK). My curiosity wasn't only about Brubeck, whose music has had a part in my life, but also I was eager to see director Bruce Ricker's last film, who made the landmark jazz film The Last of the Blue Devils (1979) about the legendary travelling band of the 1930s with Count Basie, Big Joe Turner and Jo Jones.
Bruce Ricker died in May 2011, two months after Brubeck’s great drummer and collaborator Joe Morello left us. Brubeck passed away recently, after a prosperous and amazingly productive and inspiring life. The only living member of the classic quartet is Eugene Wright whose powerful and subtle rhythmic support is the most overlooked, whenever the subject is Brubeck’s music...
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Lang to King; Fellini to Fosse
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Monday, 7 January 2013
Favorite Non-Fiction Films of 2012
1
The Battle of the Ancre and the Advance of the Tanks (Geoffrey H. Malins, 1917)
The official record of the British army’s winter campaign on the Somme in 1916 sees the light of the screen in great restored print after 95 years. The images are so powerful, and the humanity of cameramen, in depicting foe and enemy alike, so moving that after this, the long row of soldiers of the Great War parading to the fields of mud and death in anything between All Quiet on the Western Front to Path of Glory look pale. There is no quiet and glory in this masterpiece of early documentary film.
2
The Rolling Stones – Charlie Is My Darling – Ireland '65 (Peter Whitehead, Mick Gochanour, 2012)
In spite of the controversy over The Rolling Stones’ overpriced tickets for the 50th anniversary concerts and the banality of the specially commissioned documentary, Crossfire Hurricane, this first rate rockumentary, in its truth-revealing, aggression and humor can only be compared to Don’t Look Back. While the official Crossfire Hurricane shows Stones in a sloppy collage of famous films we have already seen - without daring to include any explicit footage from the dark side of the band in Cocksucker Blues - this cine-vérité piece serves the purpose in explaining "How Stones" or "Why Stones: as a brilliant portrayal of five naïve people, growing fast and transitioning from blues covers to strong personal statements about sex and death.
3
Jerry and Me (Mehrnaz Saeed-Vafa, 2012)
Not only a master class on the art of Jerry Lewis, but a highly confessional autobiography of an Iranian-American woman who, adoringly, sees her life projected in the films of a Jewish American comedian.
4
Reconversão (Thom Andersen, 2012)
A pleasant portrait of the Portuguese architect, Eduardo Souto de Moura whose fascination with ruins and transforming them into modern buildings is the main theme of his works, as well as this film's. Anderson, deliberately, avoids interviewing Souto de Moura till nearly the end of the film, but, still, the Andersen’s autonomy and personal vision allows him to draw an accurate plan of the architect’s thoughts and methods without limiting the outcome to direct statement from Souto. At the end, and after 65 minutes of still shots from Souto’s architectural works, the film, nearly, implies that Souto is a passionate Mies van der Rohe who idolizes Miles Davis and Ahmad Jamal.
5
The Pervert's Guide to Ideology (Sophie Fiennes, 2012) + Room 237 (Rodney Ascher, 2012)
If you take them as comedies, you’ll find them hilariously enjoyable. If you take them as dramas, you’ll have a chance to see the dark side of film studies and cinephilia in the age of digital. In both cases, it’s difficult to stay unimpressed with the massive comedy potentials of Slavoj Žižek and also those who have found a new Messiah in Kubrick.
Friday, 4 January 2013
Ceaușescu's Last Action Hero
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| Sergiu Nicolaescu |
Sergiu Nicolaescu died yesterday at 82. Here, I pay tribute to one of my first movie stars and heroes, who enjoyed massive popularity in Iran.
In June 1989, Ayatollah Khomeini, the leader of the seemingly never-ending 1979 revolution, died at 86. Among the few Western politicians who bothered to travel to Tehran to pay homage to the deceased Ayatollah, in his recently built and quickly expanding tomb (or more likely, shrine), was a short man wearing a tie. Seeing a European statesman—even from the eastern side of the continent—was a rare sight in those days. The country had just signed a treaty with Iraq after eight years of exhaustive war and was totally isolated. All Western countries were backing Saddam Hussein.
Being a curious child, I asked my father who that man was. My father, probably thinking that the concept of a Romanian president might be too abstract for me, answered: “He is the president of Inspector Moldovan’s country.” The answer was solid enough for someone whose movie hero happened to be from Romania: director, actor, and producer Sergiu Nicolaescu.

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