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[Music] Eleni Karaindrou: τό 10 — Between Sound and Space: ECM Records and Beyond

 

Eleni Karaindrou τό 10 Music for the TV series based on the homonymous novel by M. Karagatsi Directed by Pigi Dimitrakopoulou Spiros Goumas bouzouki, baglamas, mandolin Kyriakos Gouventas violin Dinos Hadjiiordanou accordion Thomas Konstantinou guitar, mandolin Mimis Doutsoulis contrabass Vangelis Christopoulos oboe Nikos Ginos clarinet Stella Gadedi flute Maria Bildea harp Sergiou Nastaza violin Eleni […]

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[Film] Sanjuro, Akira Kurosawa, 1962 – Standoff with Bloody Spurt Scene

Even though the special effects pale by today’s standards, be prepared for a bit of a mess if you have a weak stomach.

Still, Sanjuro, the masterpiece directed by Akira Kurosawa and starring his favorite actor, Toshirō Mifume, is as elegantly violent a film as has ever been produced.

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[Music] The Timeless Sadness of Shigeru Umebayashi

In the Mood for Love is a stunningly good movie directed by Wong Kar-Wai, but the soundtrack is rather haunting and powerful.  Iwai over at Music Tales muses on the soundtrack, scored by Shigeru Umebayashi, here.

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[Film] 10 Great Acid Westerns

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Matthew Thrift at the British Film Institute pens an article on the history of the amazingly psychedelic ‘acid western’.  What an appropriate name.  Just click the link and it will take you to the article.

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[Music] Before Bauhaus: How Goth Became Goth

Many thanks to my old friend Andrés for sharing this pleasant history of Goth.

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[Music] Horror Italiani – Torso

As someone who appreciates Italian horror, giallo and other such film genres, receiving an email from this band made me excited to hear what they have to offer.  They did not disappoint.  From the band themselves:

Horror Italiani is a new project between swiss dronoise explorer BRTHRM and Brazilian dark ambienoise master Silvio Novelletto, their shared love towards classic giallo cvlt movies has brought them to start Horror Italiani with a goal in mind: rescoring their favourite movies with dark ambient tones, in between careful composition and free improvisational approaches, Torso is the first release and it’s brought to you by Antistandard Records, a label from Milan, Italy.

Torso is an erotic slasher movie directed by Sergio Martino, this tribute by Horror Italiani follows its full length with black ambient tones stained by glitchy noise and an overall feeling of unsettledness.

I am pleased to see someone referencing Italian horror movies and producing bleak, black ambient inspired by such things.

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[Film/Literature] Tim Burton’s ‘Vincent’ featuring Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven’ (720p HD)

Thanks to my friend John who posted this gem celebrating the birthday of America’s most macabre poet, given the cinematic treatment by Tim Burton, equally freaky.

And here is The Raven, in full:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“ ’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“ ’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; —

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you” — here I opened wide the door; ——

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” —

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

‘Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —

Perched, and sat, and nothing more. [column 5:]

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore —

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before —

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore —

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never — nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —

On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —

Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting —

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted — nevermore!

Credit: Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore

 

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[Film] Kubrick, Sellers, and Hayden on set —

A classic photo of screen legends on the set of Dr. Strangelove.

Director Stanley Kubrick lines up a shot of Sterling Hayden and Peter Sellers on the set of Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964). Check out Robert Altman behind the scenes of 3 Women here

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[Film] A Tribute to Peter Mayhew (1944-2019) — blackwings666

All I can say is RAWRGWAWGGR. Rest in peace, Peter.

Originally posted on WORLD FILM GEEK: The Force will forever live on with Peter Mayhew. The legendary Star Wars actor, who originated the role of the Wookie Chewbacca, passed away on April 30 at the age of 74 in his home of Boyd, Texas. Born in Surrey, England on May 19, 1944, Mayhew reached a…

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[Film] Olivia Hussey: The Girl on the Balcony — The HOBBLEDEHOY

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Shakespeare Unlimited: Episode 113 Olivia Hussey was just fifteen when Franco Zeffirelli cast her in Romeo and Juliet. When the film was released in October 1968, it catapulted Hussey and Leonard Whiting, the young actor playing Romeo, to global stardom. For many Shakespeare lovers, Zeffirelli’s film is still the definitive film adaptation of the play. Now, fifty years […]

via Olivia Hussey: The Girl on the Balcony — The HOBBLEDEHOY