It happens to everyone from time to time. You’re walking up and down the aisles of the video store, hoping that someone just returned a copy of the hot new release and the stockboy is going to put it back on the shelf. Sometimes, you get lucky, instead of standing around like an idiot waiting for a copy of the latest crapfest from Jerry Bruckheimer, why not grab one of those movies people have told you to see but you never remember once you’re actually marching up and down the new rentals section of Ballbuster. In fact, why not make a list right now of all those films. And put this one on the very top…
At last, “The King Is Alive,” the final of the four original Dogme95 films, is coming to America.
Kristian Levring, who along with Lars Von Trier, Thomas Vintenberg and Søren Kragh-Jacobsen started the no-frills filmmaking credo six years ago, directs this story about a group of people stranded in Saharan Africa when their bus breaks down, who turn to performing King Lear to pass time.
Of the many stories to come out of ShoWest this past week, one of the least covered but potentially most important is the announcement of Technicolor’s promise to put 1,000 digital projection systems into theatres… at no initial cost to theatre owners.
For many years, Syd Field has sold a crapload of books and videos by being called a screenwriting guru. Yet virtually no one can tell you off the top of their head any script Field has ever written. Filmjerk.com Los Angeles correspondent IndieGeek reports Field has been signed to do a final rewrite on a loose translation of the Portuguese screenplay “God’s Hands, Women’s Fingers.”
They call it PROJECT GREENLIGHT.
I call it a crock of shit.
The Ben and Matt show rolls on.
With the backing of Miramax, HBO and HSX.com, Project Greenlight threw itself a hulabaloo at a gala party at LA’s Club of the Month the Knitting Factory. The guests of honor, who strolled down a green carpet, were the ten semi-finalists who originally submitted their screenplays through the PG website. The semi-finalists, who had already made two sets of cuts (from the initial 7500 entries to 250 to 10), had previously each received $8K worth of digital video equipment to shoot a three minute scene from their scripts. The ten clips were shown at the soiree, where the Oscar winning writers chose the three finalists. Seven wannabe directors went home with crushed souls, watching their HSX PG option stocks delist with a value as small as their egos at that moment.