Baby Firefly in The Devil’s Rejects (2005) | dir. Rob Zombie

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Charles Baudelaire  (via thequotejournals)

A Clockwork Orange (1971) | dir. Stanley Kubrick

The Falsification of Photographs in Stalin’s Russia

Zelensky ’s defaced photograph comes from a photographic album in possession of artist Alexander Rodchenko, who defaced the photo in 1937 in order to avoid arrest and possible imprisonment.

Isaak Abramovich Zelensky (1890–1938)

photo source

Vincent Gallo

photographer   © Anton Corbijn

Dead Man’s Shoes (2004) | dir. Shane Meadows

DoP : Danny Cohen

Brat (Brother) | 1997 | dir. Alexei Balabanov | Russia

Cinematography by Sergey Astakhov

The Godfather (1972)

Director: Francis Ford Coppola DoP: Gordon Willis

‘I believe in America’

Amelie (2001) | Dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

Flora Guiet

Cinematography by Bruno Delbonnel

Scorsese’s “Mean Streets” is a true original of our period, a triumph of personal filmmaking. It has its own hallucinatory look; the characters live in the darkness of bars, with lighting and color just this side of lurid. It has its own unsettling, episodic rhythm and a high-charged emotional range, that is dizzyingly sensual. Movies generally work you up to expect the sensual intensities, but here you may be pulled into a high without warning. Violence erupts crazily, too, the way it does in life – so unexpectedly fast that you can’t believe it, and over before you’ve been able to take it in. The whole movie has this effect; it psychs you up to accept everything it shows you. And since the story deepens as it goes along, you’re likely to be openmouthed, trying to rethink what you’ve seen. Its about American life here and now, and it doesn’t look like an American movie, or feel like one. What Scorsese has done with the experience of growing up in New York’s Little Italy has a thicker-textured rot and violence than we have ever had in any American movie, and a riper since of evil.

The picture is stylized without seeming in any way artificial; it is the only movie I’ve ever seen that achieves the effects of Expressionism without the use of distortion. “Mean Streets” never loses touch with the ordinary look of things or with common experience; rather, it puts us in closer touch with the ordinary, the common, by turning a different light on them. Every character, every sound, is rooted in those streets. The back-and-forth talk isn’t little-people empty-funny; it’s a tangle of jeering and joshing, of mutual goading and nerves getting frayed. These boys understand each other too well. No other American gangster-milieu film has had this element of personal obsession; there has never before been a gangster film in which you felt that the director himself was saying “This is my story.” We’re so affected because we know in our bones that Scorsese has walked these streets and has felt what his characters feel. He knows how crime is natural to them.

Scorsese could make poetic drama, rather than melodrama laced with decadence, out of the schlock of shabby experience because he didn’t have to “dive below the polite level, to something nearer to the common life” but had to do something much tougher- descend into himself and bring up what neither he nor anyone else could have known was there. Though he must have suspected. This is a blood thriller in the truest sense.

Pauline Kael

The Virgin Suicides (1999) | dir. Sofia Coppola | USA

Cinematography by Edward Lachman