The Dandy Underworld

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More and more studios refuse to rent prints, will not prepare DCPs of most classic titles, and won’t let theatres screen Blu-ray discs commercially. So repertory cinemas turn to archives, seeking to rent 35mm copies that may be irreplaceable. In addition, archivists, laboring under tight budget constraints, are racing to preserve and restore their material on film, which remains the most stable support medium. At the same time, archives are expected to get involved in preparing high-quality digital versions of popular classics. Henceforth most restorations that you see will be circulated on 2K or 4K, as Metropolis, La Grande Illusion, and Les Enfants du Paradis have been in recent years.

Film festivals, as Mike King, one of our Wisconsin Film Festival programmers observes, are now file festivals. Cameron Bailey reported that of the 362 titles screened at TIFF last year, only fifty-one were on film. Last month, our annual event ran twenty-one new films on film; most were 16mm experimental items. The remaining 132 were on DCP, HDCam, Quicktime files, or DVD/Blu-ray.

With the rise of nontheatrical consumption, though, what’s most at risk is theatrical cinema: film viewing as a public forum. Exhibition outside film festivals is already starting to narrow to recent releases and a few approved classics. We will be able to watch The Suspended Step of the Stork and Leviathan on our home screens for a long time to come, but very seldom on the scale that benefits them most and sitting alongside other viewers.

As ever, the problem of technology isn’t only a matter of hardware. Technology develops within institutions. Hollywood has standardized a new technology favoring its goals. The institutions of minority film culture–festivals, art houses, archives, local cinemas, schools–need to be robust and resourceful to maintain all the types of cinema we have known, and the types we might yet discover.

(Source: salesonfilm, via cinematropolis)

skarsgardianangel:
romannoodles:
madnessinthemusic:
duce-juice:
Can someone from the sciencey side of tumblr please explain this ?
This is called shape memory. It’s made from an alloy of titanium and nickel (I believe it’s called nitinol). It has the ability to “remember” the shape it’s taken.
When cold you can bend it whatever which way, but once you heat it (or in this case put it in what I presume is hot water) it will take the original shape.
WHAT!!?!?!?!?

And just like that, the Slinky is reborn.

skarsgardianangel:

romannoodles:

madnessinthemusic:

duce-juice:

Can someone from the sciencey side of tumblr please explain this ?

This is called shape memory. It’s made from an alloy of titanium and nickel (I believe it’s called nitinol). It has the ability to “remember” the shape it’s taken.

When cold you can bend it whatever which way, but once you heat it (or in this case put it in what I presume is hot water) it will take the original shape.

WHAT!!?!?!?!?

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And just like that, the Slinky is reborn.

(via annemelody)

My 10,000th post or Why I watch movies…

For some reason yesterday I posed this simple question to myself,

“Why do I watch movies?”

Right away I started hammering out a response. As I was fine-tuning it, wondering where it would end up I noticed I was only a few posts away from 10,000, so naturally this seemed like the right place to put it. I’m sure we all have our reasons to enjoy movies, so here’s mine.

My brother saw the original Star Wars movie seven times when he was a kid.

Which always impressed me, not because it was seven times, but because one

movie did that, one movie had made such an impression on him, that the only

thing to do once it was over was to watch it again.

As I got older, he was my best and only source for all things cinema.

When he rented and watched ‘Aliens’ on our parents then-new VCR,

he warned me not to watch because it was too violent.

So naturally I waited until he had forgotten about me,

poked my head in only to witness Lance Henriksen get torn in half.

I’m sure he ignored my screams as I ran upstairs to my room with a smile on his

face and a ‘Told you’ silently flashing in his mind.

This deterred me little from my hunt for the movie that would allow me to

break the family record. For years I’ve sat in the dark, or on couches, chairs,

floors of varying quality and construction, internally hoping that the next

one would be THE one.

Over the years I noticed a divergence.

The amount of movies that my brother and I agreed on began to dwindle.

There was still a mutual appreciation for certain elements, but I found myself

drawn more and more to stories or characters that didn’t win the day,

get the girl, or ride off into the sunset. I began to notice, and admire the

imperfections I saw in myself reflected in the movies I watched.

Where my brother felt safe in his movie choices I felt compelled to push the envelope.

To go beyond the unrealistic shiny false world that Hollywood loves to club us over the

heads with. I entered a world of black and white, independent, b-movie grade, or

sub-titled mystery, blown away by the sheer volume of it all.

I’d love to say that all these forays into the fringes resulted in movie after movie being

added to my personal favourites list, but like a lot of things it was a hit or miss process.

To some movies are simply entertainment, a way to spend an evening with your brain

switched off. Of course I would never dispute the entertainment element completely,

but there was always something appealing to having my brain switched on as the credits rolled.

With the lights coming up I felt that immediate severing of a shared experience with

a character that in most cases didn’t even exist. But here I was with these questions,

concerns, doubts not only about the what I had seen but what it had cracked open inside myself.

I can recall on several occasions laying awake in bed, my mind racing with

replayed scenes or lines delivered with gut-wrenching honesty, wondering why it

resonated with me, why I felt such sympathy or empathy or both.

I think we fall in love with certain art forms because they show us something we see in

ourselves or the world around us. I think we stay in love with those art forms because

as we strive to self identify they run parallel to us changing and evolving as we do.

I’ve never claimed to be an expert on film, just a self-taught fanatic like most of my friends.

I watch movies to escape, to be entertained, and at the same time hopefully gain more

insight into who I am. And no, I haven’t found a movie to break the family record with yet.

That doesn’t mean I won’t keep looking, but I think Motorhead said it best;

“The chase is better than the catch.”

Alec Baldwin’s impression of Tracy Morgan.