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[Phillip Greenlief]

a remake of FIVE EASY PIECES???

shame on you. remakes are one of the many things gone way wrong with the american film industry. FEP was created in a time when filmmakers were experimenting with form and improvisation and making films that could finally exist side by side with great world cinema and the new wave that erupted in europe and japan in the 60's.

then came reaganomics and we got right back to adhering to the financial Bottom Line and to hell with art ... american film has struggled to recover but has largely failed. the momentary lapse of indie cinema in the 90's has transformed back into a community of greedy, wanna-be hacks who use the potential for stepping outside the confines of the system as a place to shop their demos to spielberg, et. al.

are we forever cursed to suffer remakes and films based on comic books and 60's tv shows?

apparently.

all i can say is: ew.

pg

On Jul 16, 2012, at 8:56 AM, Madeleine Maudlin <madeleinemaudlin at gmail.com> wrote:

Can I just, I think it's, not at all rude or anything, it's one of my alltime favoritzio films, Five Easy Pieces, obviously Nicholas Cage would be brilliant in a remake of that, although he might be getting too old for the role, and Alice, you bring great spice to an often caustickly dull environment here, but I wonder if anyone else, besides myself, is occassionly reminded, during a perusal of your postals, of that one lady, in Five Easy Pieces, who comes to visit that one evening, and talks about "the words"...?


On Mon, Jul 16, 2012 at 9:39 AM, alice wellintown <alicewellintown at gmail.com> wrote:
Thayer suspected, and he was correct, that Henry Adams was making fun
of historians, of the idea that one can measure, number, quantify the
entropic, though decadence accelerated as the johnny come late to the
Earth abandoned his more noble creations, including the spiritual and
the imaginative, most evident in the moral force that was once
invested in his greatest projects and functioned invisibly as gravity,
grounding his huministic better angels in a host that looked homeward
not to Rilkean Cryings of Lots cast against the day, but to an Orphic
song that gave meaning to the works of hands and days. The Crying of
history cannot be valued in lots, in paved roads, but is under and in
the stones, and in the wind, in the haunted winds and in the dreams we
dream of others who dream of us. The math, could be any law, or rule,
of thermodynamics, or history, of space, of geology, it matters not.
the scatterbrained, organic happinings, magically force the universe,
not in the dirrection, like an arrow, at death, at any telos, but into
a song that can be heard only when we hear the light that is darkness.

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