Shot from/of Manhattan
In “Movie City,” each month we focus on how film and geography intersect. We started off with John Waters giving us the low down on movie theaters in his hometown of Baltimore. And recently novelist and the writer/producer of The Wire (which also takes place in Baltimore) George Pelecanos talked to us about why there are no films about the real Washington DC (his hometown). This week over at New York Magazine, Editor Adam Moss sat down with Woody Allen to discuss the city of Allen's dreams––Manhattan.
One thing he picks up on is how quickly New York is changing and what that means to films shot here: “There are times where I’d finish a movie, like Everyone Says I Love You, and five places in the movie would be gone before it came out. Le Cirque would be gone. The bookstore on Madison Avenue would be gone. I couldn’t keep up with the rate of change…”
The interview, which is part of New York Magazine’s 40th Anniversary issue also includes a wonderful slideshow/story on the “New York Actor,” a group that covers the field from Robert DeNiro and Laureen Bacall to Liev Schreiber, S. Epatha Merkerson, and, of course, Sylvia Miles.
This business Ms Obrien presneted of the poor Catholic girl who 'gets into trouble' as it is said, well, that certainly shed a great deal of light on the matter of religious totalitariansim for me. Such a shocking notion 'tisn't' . . . Religious Totalitarianism. Jewish. Christian. Islam. . . . I wish thant we all had none of this! . . . Then, and only then, will the World be safe for Mankind.
Now, perhpas you'll let me say this. It's not only the so-called 'Enter' key that's got me exasperated; it's Edna Obrien's novel of some Irish rebel & or revolutionary with a beard. . . . I tell you, my fellow bloggers, that I sent this woman a letter. With my photo no less! And I have a most vague intuition that she took my photo and fantasized some; and then she wrote this book about some Irish IRA gent which I never read; but I did read two of her books---both of wich I liked profoundly.
The bloody void, as I was saying, referin' to Philip Lopate.
Okay then, every time you press the 'Enter' key The Machine sends your words across the bloody void.
any way . . . as I was about to say, before The Machine swept me away, was that I'd been doin' a little research into this fellow, William Ayers, a former Weatherman constituent, and now some PhD at an 'Eastern' university.
Philip Lopate is a very well respected novelist of Vietnam-era matters & others, and also a highly-respected journalist; so, I do not comment on ANYTHING he says lightly.