Behind the scenes of Douglas Trumbulls's new movie 'Brainstorm'
While audiences have long exhibited a penchant for movies about the future, few people expected today's science-fiction generation to go wild over a film set 80,000 years in the past. Yet that's what has happened with Quest for Fire, an ambitious work that portrays primitive man's attempts to understand and harness the elements around him.
The domestication of fire was the key development that separated hominids from the rest of the animal kingdom, enabled them to live in hostile environments and spurred the development of language and agriculture. Through this brilliant exercise in backward extrapolation, we get a glimpse of what it might have been like, 80,00 years ago.
We each began by deconstructing King’s novel separately, reducing it to essential scenes, comparing our lists of scenes, and winnowing them down to a hundred or so. I tore bits of exposition and dialogue out of a paperback copy of the novel and put them in little envelopes on which were written “# 1 The Arrival,” and so on.
The following conversation with writer Diane Johnson, excerpted from an extended interview conducted by Larry McCaffery, centers on her experience as the scriptwriter for Stanley Kubrick 's film The Shining.
Critical disappointment with Eyes Wide Shut was almost unanimous, and the complaint was always the same: not sexy. The national reviewers sounded like a bunch of middle-school kids who'd snuck in to see it and slunk out three hours later feeling horny, frustrated, and ripped off.
L’ironia di Kubrick resta sempre fredda, il suo umorismo sereno, forse perciò più toccante. Si limita a prospettare l’eccezionale come raggiunto e quindi divenuto usuale, quotidiano, fine a se stesso.
If you're among the millions of people who have read the book, you probably expect the actors to be more important than they turn out to be. The movie is amorphous; it’s a pastoral about the triumph of the human spirit, and it blurs on you.
by Barbara Wyllie “Funny thing," said Darwin one night, as he and Martin came out of a small Cambridge cinema, “it’s unquestionably poor, vulgar, and rather implausible, and yet there is something exciting about all that flying foam, the femme fatale on the yacht, the ruined and ragged he-man swallowing [...]