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Tracking Shots

Yes, there were “close-ups.” In a marriage like theirs,
there were many, and each was easy to find
(her lovely face, her smiles, her pensive stares)

The Distance Between Us

January 15, 2011

My brother Nick, sitting on a fire hydrant in New York City, trying to relax from a cramp.It's two in the afternoon, and he's finally waking up. The night before, Nick was alone in the basement surfing the Internet, playing games, and going outside t [...]

The Vanishing American

Indian #9’s voice was gassed out of him in a trench in the Argonne Forest. After the war he’d left Chicago and come to California; with no voice, he decided to seek work in the movies. Because of his bulk—broad shoulders, bullish jaw, fists as big as pumpkins—he’d spent the past few months playing bad guys. But this role was different. 

The Church of George

I wish I had a cooler story about the first time I saw George A. Romero's Dawn of the Dead. I'd like to say I snuck in to see it at a midnight show in Times Square back in 1978. I'd like to say I saw it in the gloriously appropriate surroundings of one of those cavernous shopping malls where the film was set. This simply isn't the case, however. I was born in the West of England in 1974, so to be honest, even saying that I'd caught it at the infamous Scala Cinema in Kings Cross, London, would be a falsehood. My first viewing of Dawn of the Dead was on a bog standard VHS version put out by 4-Front video in the early '90s. I watched it on a sunny afternoon in my bedroom after having rented it illegally from my local video shop. This was no random rental though. I was already sold. 

The Lonedale Operator

The first movie I ever saw was the Walt Disney cartoon, The Three Little Pigs. My grandmother took me to it. It was back in the days when you went "downtown." There was a second feature, with live actors, called Bring 'Em Back Alive, a documentary about the animal tamer Frank Buck. In this film you saw a python swallow a live pig. This wasn't scary. In fact, it seemed quite normal, the sort of thing you would see in a movie—"reality."

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