p.s. Hey. ** Lucas, Hi, Lucas. I hope you like ‘…Pigeon…’ My favorite Bergman is ‘Hour of the Wolf’. I’d give that one a try if you want to give him one more chance. It’s very strange and dark, and it doesn’t have that preachy thing, and it’s only an hour long. Well, I’m glad the shitty, shit populated school is on fade. I’m shy too, no worries. Plus, if you come to Paris, we’ll already know each other to some decent degree by talking here by then. I hope the therapy visit did what it was supposed to do. My week has been sort of mixed, good stuff, seeing friends, mixed with some stressful film-business stuff, but it’s okay. I’m hoping the stress stuff will be better over the weekend, and, let’s see, I’m going to this big annual zine/wild indie press fair called Paris Ass, which should be fun, and hopefully there’ll be surprises as well. Do you have potentially uplifting weekend plans? ‘Fire Walk With Me’ is certainly an excellent fall back plan. Did you see anything in it that you hadn’t seen before? ** Dominik, Hi!!! Is that true about ‘wizard’s sleeve’? I’d never heard that, but then when and how would I have heard that. Well, a prolapse is the male ass equivalent, I suppose, so it works. Huh. Your yesterday love sounds like my kind of guy. I look forward to meeting him. Love making the person Zac and I saw hanging around outside an event we were going to attend last night who we really didn’t want to run into not have noticed us walking towards the event, spotting him, making a 180 degree turn, and walking rapidly away, although I think the person did see us, oops, G. ** Jamie F, Hey, JF. Think how different their lives would be if they considered themselves artists. Or maybe not. I do romanticise the artist’s life. Yeah, I think CMBYN was too sappy for me among other things. I also have a really hard time with conventional filmmaking and cinematography that uses a lot of arty filters in general. But oh well. Yeah, I mean, emphasising what you liked to your friend is the way to go, I think. Then they can wonder why you didn’t talk about the other parts of the novel and maybe question them as a result? I guess there’s also the ‘not really my thing’ way of criticising sort of pleasantly? Oh, sure, I read ‘Notes from Underground’. Really a long time ago, maybe even in high school. It had a strong impact on me too. Huh, maybe I’ll revisit it. Thanks, pal, about the film. Our hopes too. We’re really confident about the film, but it needs official help getting born, so ideally some good festival will agree with us, haha. ** _Black_Acrylic, I loved loved loved the new PTv2 episode! So many sweet and scary tracks, and the flow seemed especially exciting and invisible. Killer, buddy. It boosted me a bunch, and, let me tell you, I needed it yesterday. I’m really glad you like Andersson. I’m about to watch ‘About Endlessness’ for the first time in the next day(s). ** Cletus Crow, Hello, Cletus Crow. I really like your name. Wow, thank you kindly! When you say ‘more low brow’, I think ‘more bold’, which is, you know, good. Of course I’d love to have the book. I’d be honored, among other things. I guess write me at my email — denniscooper72@outlook.com — and you can either send me a pdf or whatever, or I can give you my mailing address. Thanks a lot! Thanks for entering here too! ** Tosh Berman, I’m so happy you love his work. ** Steve, Yay indeed! I hope you’re in and outta there smoothly. I know a number of people who are at Cannes. Apart from one friend who texted me last night to say he loved ‘Megalopolis’, I haven’t heard any reports yet. Yeah, that’s who I meant when I asked about the Sophie moniker. Great about the access. Curious about the Eilish. I’m really hoping it’s a big swing in a different direction than her last album. Pray tell when it’s time. ** Sypha, Ah, so you are kind of a difficult author! Not that a shitty cover is something one should roll over about and feel nothing but grateful for. Okay, Pleasant sounds precisely like what I was imagining it would be. I like the sound of that. Obviously curious to read what you do with those strictures. ** Oscar đ, Andersson is definitely worth a try. You’ll know pretty quickly whether it’s in your interest area or not. I think parrots are kind of fascinating, but I’m not a parrot person, no, no worries. I like animals. I don’t have a pet, and I don’t want one. I grew up with a series of pet dogs when I was a kid, and every single one of them died young and very tragically, and that was enough for me. I have a fondness for pigeons. They’re okay, right? I like your cat already. I always have a song stuck in my head. Yesterday it was ‘Nothing to Do’ by Sparks. And a Guided by Voices song, ‘Face Eraser’, has been bashing in and out of mind daily for about five months. I don’t know ‘Sleepyhead’, and I’m kind of afraid to listen to it now, haha. I think my morning has been more spacey than funky, which is ..; preferable? I hope that the time span surrounding whatever point in the day that you’re reading this is like a living dream. ** Harper, Yeah, no, that’s totally fair. It’s ultra-important to find your own turf and mark it. I make least favorite lists in my head, but I’m a person who really doesn’t like arguments and disagreements and so on, or I guess I mean I don’t like facilitating them, so I try not to go down that dark road here on the blog if I can help it. But, if we ever meet, we can exchange least favorites because it is a quite fun exercise, and it is certainly valuable to figure out one’s own standards. And I’ve definitely been known to walk out of some movie or something and turn to a friend and say, ‘Kill me if I ever make something as terrible as that.’ Oh, it’s not really my business, but Jamie F said hi to you in their comment if you didn’t see it. Have the loveliest ever day. ** Justin D, Hi, Justin. Yard work. So you have a yard? My building has a courtyard, or a vestibule as they’ll call it over here, but it’s just concrete or maybe stone, so it doesn’t need me. No, I’ve never heard of ‘And Then I Go’. Huh, I’ll go see if I can find it. I read a Jim Shepherd novel, but I can’t remember its name. Thanks! Oh, Powells, envy. It used to be my pick of the best bookstore in the world, and I haven’t entered it in years, but I can imagine it still is. What did you buy (if anything)? My day: looked at art, ate falafel, drank a lot of coffee (cafe allonge), worked a bit on the new script, made a blog post, … I think that’s it. Did your plans pan out? ** Mark, Hey, hey, Mark! Oh, maybe I’ll get lucky and be there for the LA Zine Fest. We’re still trying to finish the film and bring it there for the cast/crew screening. June seems likely. I’m doing Paris Ass tomorrow. I’ll look to see if your masterworks are there. Cool new zines you’re making, obviously! No, I don’t know Caroline Rose, but I will investigate, thank you. xo. ** Uday, Hi. You know, the only thing that matters is that the film mattered to you. The rest is just opinions aka noise. I love things that all kinds of brilliant people don’t, and them not getting the power I got from those things is their loss, and same with CMBYN. Haha, about your impetus for ceasing your poet identity. I’ve seen ‘Berlin Alexanderplatz’, but I don’t think I’ve actually watched the entire thing. So, I’m with you. It’s a time commitment, that’s for sure. I still haven’t watched Season 3 of ‘Twin Peaks’, which is ridiculous of me, but spending that long on something I’m not personally making is daunting to me. Weird me. ** Okay. Years ago someone who called themselves Son_of_James_Benning, but who is pretty certainly not actually the son of James Benning since I don’t think Mr. Benning has a son, made that beautiful, Benning-ish post up there, and I always liked it a bunch, so I brought it back to life. There you go. See you tomorrow.
‘Cult director Roy Andersson was sitting at his kitchen table in Stockholm, struggling to come up with an idea for a script, when he noticed a pigeon on his window sill. âImmediately I thought. âDoes he have problems too? Maybe he also is having trouble formulating a script,ââ Andersson recalled. âIt looks like easy living, but maybe it isnât.
‘That whimsical musing captures the sensibility, though hardly the full breadth, of Anderssonâs new film, titled after that sideways bit of inspiration. A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence is a blackly comic collection of 39 vignettes that examines the absurdity of ordinary life — or just absurdity, period. When it won the top prize of the Golden Lion at the Venice Film Festival last weekend, it was a capper on a most unconventional career, to be sure, but also a valedictory to anyone who has ever seen the world through a similarly distorted lens. Pigeon is the culmination of a journey for Andersson, who turned 71 earlier this year.
‘In film school, Andersson was something of an enfant terrible. He and friends would take camera equipment and shoot protests of the Vietnam War. He was told to stop by a high-ranking administrator, who added that Andersson would never get work if he continued to make political documentaries. âI said, âSorry, man, thatâs bad advice,ââ he recalled saying, and wrote a letter to the head of the Swedish Film Institute registering his objections. The high-ranking administrator was Ingmar Bergman.
‘Shortly after graduating, Andersson made two films, Swedish Love Story and Giliap — the first a glossy commercial effort and the second an unmitigated commercial and financial disaster. In the mid-1970s, around the time the latter film flopped, he decided to make a change. Frustrated by what he saw as meddling and interventionism, Andersson took a Malickian hiatus, not directing a film for more than 20 years. He made commercials instead, using the proceeds to build his own studio.
‘âMy goal was not to be in the hands of others,â he said. âI couldnât listen to what all these other people had to say.â He continued working on numerous commercials (surprisingly given their aims, a lot of them had the same dark-comedy undertone), eventually amassing enough funds to finance movies himself for a career second chapter.
‘The beginning of that chapter came in 2000 with Songs From the Second Floor, when he was in his late 50s; he followed it in 2007 with You, the Living. Both are collections of shorts about what might be called the human dramedy. Pigeon is the third film in that loose trilogy, though it should be said these are thematic and formal, not narrative, sequels.
‘Anderssonâs look at the downtrodden, wandering in search of hope or at least a gallows-humor laugh, was inspired by Italian neo-realism, movies such as 1948âs Bicycle Thief, about a father searching for a bicycle to work, and others of that era. He also looked at some less obvious inspiration in making Pigeon. âItâs Oliver Hardy and Stan Laurel, or even Samuel Beckett. In Beckett, itâs three hours of nonsense but you just keep watching,â he said.
‘For all of Pigeon’s sharp comedy and apparent pessimism, there is a deeply kind spirit underneath it all. In one vignette, a man sits in a corner of a bar saying heâs been unhappy most of his life, and he thinks itâs because all his life heâs been ungenerous, a semi-explicit articulation of Andersson’s humanist worldview. Visually, the scenes in Pigeon, generally filmed by a static camera in a single take, are complex compositions — there is often something happening in the corner of the frame, or on the audio track below the audio track.
‘A middle-aged man drops dead trying to open a wine bottle while his wife can be heard continuing to sing to herself as she washes the dishes in the other room. A pilot having a disappointing cellphone conversation outside a restaurant is flecked by the image over his shoulder of a second, wordless narrative playing out between an unlikely couple at a restaurant table.
‘Andersson heretofore has been known outside Scandinavia to a small group ofâ critics and cultists only, an outsider even in a realm fashioned on outsiderishness.â The idea that he would be crowned the leader of any group, even a rarefied one such as world cinema, comes as a surprise to anyone who’s followed his career. This, needless to say, includes Andersson himself.
‘”They told me I would be winning a prize. But I had no idea it would be that prize.” He said that he doesn’t mind being a âcult directorâ — sometimes. âItâs a little flattering, but not always. The prize is enough but not enough. I am not ready for the sum-up of my career yet,â he laughed.
‘Andersson took a sip of Scotch and described his next project. âIt will be the fourth in the trilogy. It will probably take about four years for my next film,â he said. âI want to do one that’s about eternity and then combine it with something called ‘Ali Baba and the Sixteen Thieves.’ Because, you know, it’s supposed to be 40 thieves,â He gave another good laugh. âBut I think this will be more irritating.â’ — The Los Angeles Times
____ Commercials ‘Meticulously planned and often delivering a surprise ending, it’s easy to recognize a Roy Andersson commercial. He tends to focus on working class people in typical everyday situations somehow being screwed over by fate. Andersson uses a lot of what he calls “no mercy” lighting. He shows his audience exactly who the characters are, what they look like and what kind of world they live in. All flaws intact, Andersson gives his characters no place to hide. This is pretty much the standard for Andersson’s commercials. Andersson’s shooting style is very clean. His shots are set up much like a painting; everything you see in the shot is there for a reason. Otherwise, why shoot it? From the characters to the props to the actions, everything has a function and serves a purpose. Andersson consistently demonstrates extreme patience and complete control over his sets.’ — HP
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An Italian photo editor shot a fashion story inspired by your film A Swedish Love Story. He says heâs been obsessing over it ever since he first saw it.
Roy Andersson: Iâm happy because that film seems as current to young people today as when I first made it. I guess itâs because themes like dreams and disappointment are timeless.
What inspired you to make the movie?
RA: I got the idea when I was assistant director at the set of Bo Widebergâs Ă dalen 31. At the hotel I found a womenâs magazine with a picture of a 13-year-old girl wearing a knitted sweater. It radiated innocence and life optimism and I wanted to convey that onto film, and contrast it with the adult generationâs broken dreams. For the young generation in A Swedish Love StoryâPĂ€r and Annikaâitâs about finding somebody to like. But the film is also about loneliness, which is most apparent in the portraits of PĂ€râs grandfather and Annikaâs aunt.
That contrast works, you feel almost ill at ease watching it.
RA: Thatâs because you witness people humiliating themselves and each other. Humiliation is a subject I keep coming back to in all my films and it exists in every social group. What I essentially want to show is the vulnerability of the human being.
But A Swedish Love Story is also an idyllic portrait of first love. Who was your first love?
RA: In first grade I was in love with a classmate, her name was Mona. But she never knew.
Are you a romantic person?
RA: No.
Still you made a film that left me all starry-eyed and the imagery is beautiful. But itâs almost scary how Swedish it feels.
RA: Thatâs funny because at the time I was actually influenced by the Czech New Wave. Films like Loves of a Blonde and Closely Watched Trains were being shown at Swedish cinemas in the 60s and I was fascinated by how directors like Milos Forman, Jiri Menzel and Ewald Schorm managed to make the non-peculiar things in everyday life seem special by using a tender and humoristic tone. I wanted to recreate that ambience by using backlight and high focal lengths but towards the end I stepped away from that and closer to the imagery I use today.
Yeah, your style is very different now.
RA: My current aesthetic is inspired by expressionist and symbolist paintings, with the background depicted as carefully as the foreground. I find wide motifs more interesting than close-ups as theyâre in depth and tell the story of peopleâs situations. It fuels my imagination and, by using such images, it becomes a film about human conditions, captured with a fixed easel or in my case a camera.
How did the idea of becoming a filmmaker come about?
RA: When I was 12, they showed Vittorio de Sicaâs neorealist The Bicycle Thief at my youth centre. I think itâs the most empathic, human and intelligent film ever made. I was so moved by the fact that there were people out there who had taken upon them to make a film, told with such warmth and love of humanity, about socially unimportant people, like an unemployed family father being robbed of the bike he needs to get a job. It definitely influenced me to become a filmmaker.
Do you think growing up in the 50s or the âarmchair decadeâ as you call it, made you socially aware?
RA: I grew up next to Gothenburgâs three big boat yards and, as I remember, they were never inactive. All I ever saw was hard working people and, with Europe having been bombed to pieces, business was good. But even though the welfare state was expanding and everyone had great faith in the future, there were still many injustices. I was impatient and wanted the process of equal rights and possibilities for everyone to go faster.
How come you only made two films in the 70s and then it took you 25 years until the next?
RA: My second film Giliap was a real fiasco, both audience and critique wise, and in addition to that, it had exceeded budget. I became the scapegoat and was left out in the cold. Only ad agencies would still get in touch, so I started making commercials in order to survive.
And now youâre one of the most renowned Swedish commercial directors. But considering youâre somewhat of a social activist, arenât commercials against your principles?
RA: Iâve often been criticized for doing commercials but in my eyes, as long as you accept some kind of market, which I do, you also have to accept advertising. My commercials often take place in ordinary environments with ordinary people and with a splash of humor and distance. I work as meticulously on them as on my feature films.
Has that affected the way you make films?
RA: Doing commercials has allowed me to develop my aesthetic. Above all, it has taught me that a fixed image with no cuts communicates more effectively than a panning camera and hysterical editing. The latter is often a result of ill-considered or badly planned scenery. My commercials have been successful and have made it possible for me to build up my own production company and a studio with all the necessary equipment. I can now make movies again and this time irrespective of other producers.
It must take ages and cost loads to build up your distinctive settings.
RA: Yes, and to people who arenât involved thereâs a lot that seems crazy. When we built a full size train station for the recording of Songs From the Second Floor, a couple passing by looked into the humongous hangar and asked what went on. When they heard we went through all that trouble only to record a single movie scene, they couldnât understand why we didnât just use a real station instead. They got the answer that this would look much better. They were quiet for a while and then the man asked what would happen in the scene that required such a huge construction. When the answer was that it would feature a man squeezing his finger in the door, the couple left without a word.
Thatâs pretty funny. What makes you laugh?
RA: Iâm amused by childrenâs or animalsâ unadulterated behavior, but also by peopleâs odd character traits and ingenious formulations. Iâm also very fond of practical jokes but my best one was never carried through.
What was it?
RA: When we recorded Ă dalen 31, Bo Wideberg used his valuable Matisse collection as props in the setting for a factory ownerâs mansion. One day we filmed at another location and a school class was given permission to visit the mansion, as it had historic value. The idea was to take the graphic sheets out of the Matisse frames, copy them and draw on the copies with crayons and write thank youâs from the children. I still wonder how he would have taken it, that Matisse collection was the apple of his eye.
Your comedies make fun of peopleâs desperation. Do you ever get a bad conscience?
RA: You might find them cruel at times but beneath the surface lies a very sad heart. Behind it, there is responsibility and love. Itâs a protest.
Has that ever been misunderstood?
RA: When Songs From the Second Floor was shown in Stockholm, it was quite common that people in the audience rushed up to the ticket office and bawled at the staff about such a film being shown at all.
So it works then, you trigger people.
RA: I wouldnât want an indifferent audience. Elie Wiesel said it best, âThe opposite of love is not hate, itâs indifference.â
Rumors say Ingmar Bergman told you to never make another film after Giliap, I thought thatâs why you didnât make films for so long.
RA: Thatâs not true, but he did threaten me once when I was in film school. He was an inspector there and disliked left wing filmmakers, a field I felt I belonged to, mainly because of the unjust Vietnam War. I had filmed anti-war demonstrations with my yearly film quota and was called into Ingmar Bergmanâs office. He told me that if I continued with that I would never get to do feature films.
But itâs well known that you two disliked each other.
RA: Letâs just say that I was never invited to his FĂ„rö estate, which many other students were, and that I had no respect for him. To me, his aloofness was unacceptable. This was when the old authoritarian society was falling apart all over the world and Europe was loosing their colonies due to growing resistance movements. Still, Bergman was making apolitical films.
MoMA just put on a retrospective of your work.
RA: Yes! And I even agreed to let them show my school films that I donât like that much.
What donât you like about them?
RA: Back then I was more interested in focusing on a tone than on having a story. But the curator told me that New York is full of young dreaming filmmakers and that itâs inspiring for them to see how established filmmakers have evolved.
I read somewhere that youâve decided to surrender and stop making films.
RA: Iâve actually decided to make another film. It will be a dynamic film with abrupt emotional turns called A Dove Sat on a Branchâand Thought About Existence. Iâm in the midst of writing the manuscript. Itâll be about what doves are probably thinking about: âWhat is it that theyâre doing, the humans?â
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_______________ About Endlessness (2019) ‘Maybe at the age of 78 he feels heâs approaching the end ⊠of his career, of his life, of everything. Despite or because of it, Swedish auteur Roy Andersson has called his latest movie About Endlessness. And though this might not be his final film (a recent documentary hinted that he has been working on some new ideas) there is a paradox there. Just as he sees death looming up in the foreground, Andersson lifts his eyes beyond the finale of all flesh to the receding horizon of mysterious infinity, that minutely detailed distance that he always fabricates in his films.
‘About Endlessness is another of Anderssonâs superb anthologies of the human condition: people with a zombie-white pallor enclosed in enigmatic tableaux, populating his utterly unique world of unreality and artificiality, scenes of tragicomedy inspired by Tati and Python and created with masterly model work and green-screen effects in the studio. He shows moments of all too human weakness, weariness, gentleness, bewilderment, despair; there are nauseating visions of war crimes, returning us to the genocidal horror he showed in his 1991 short film World of Glory.
‘Yet there are also scenes of hope, compassion and love. A wizened old man in a bar, whose windows show a glorious vista of snowfall, declaims to a roomful of strangers that it is âFantastic ⊠fantastic!â Heâs right, though his rapture isnât enough to convince the dentist we saw in the earlier scenes, slumped over the bar, his surgical mask now pulled down to his chin in proto-Covid exhaustion and misery.
‘And all of it has that unmistakeable compositional sense. I call it the Anderssonian Depth of Field. Striking images and poses happen under the cameraâs nose, but the audienceâs eye is led, as if on a rail track, out into the distance, to eerily mesmeric background scenes whose pin-sharp definition you find yourself inspecting for signs of independent life. In a church, on a bus, in a huge railway station concourse, there is enormous subsidiary pleasure in just noticing the background, which is as vividly alive as a waking dream.’— Peter Bradshaw
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________________ A Pigeon Sat On A Branch Reflecting on Existence (2014) ‘In the interval since his last film, Andersson has embraced hi-def digital cameras, which benefit his aesthetic enormously. Now, the helmer can ensure that even the far-distant background of every scene appears in sharp focus. Though the colors are dreary and the characters numb, compositionally speaking, thereâs not a single dull frame in the entire film. Andersson thinks like a painter, following Edward Hopperâs example of enhancing loneliness by depicting it within a greater context. He shoots rooms at an angle, using perspective to direct our eyes toward the activity in adjacent rooms or on the other side of windows, instead of observing everything directly on axis, the way his similarly detail-oriented American namesake, Wes Anderson, insists on doing. In Pigeon, people go about their business in the dreary little boxes of their lives, but they donât behave like marionettes on strings, but almost like actors on a stage, occasionally turning to address the audience. âToday I feel kind,â announces a cheesemonger, while his wife gestures to the audience to let us know she thinks heâs crazy. Itâs unclear whether the shift to digital has allowed Andersson to manipulate his footage the way directors such as David Fincher and Ruben Ostlund do, using their locked-down cameras to make invisible nips and tucks. Regardless of the method, the film is a master class in comic timing, employing pacing and repetition with the skill of a practiced concert pianist.’ — Variety
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________________ You, the Living (2007) ‘About half way into You, the Living, Roy Anderssonâs brilliant comic dystopia, a psychiatrist walks through a waiting room packed with patients before entering his office, at which stage he delivers a thoroughly bleak assessment of the human condition. He has been a psychiatrist for 27 years and his profession has completely worn him out. âPeople demand to be happy at the same time as they are egocentric, selfish and ungenerous,â he says matter-of-factly. âIâd like to be honest and say they are quite simply mean, most of them. Iâve stopped trying to make a mean person happy. I just prescribe pills, the stronger the better.â The next time we see him, he is stepping out of an elevator to leave work and he holds his hand to his heart. Not only has the doctor not healed himself, he looks as defeated as his patients claim to be. He is a one-man Bleak Chorus. You, the Living takes its title from Goetheâs Roman Elegies, 1790, in which readers are reminded to appreciate whatever good fortune they have because it most assuredly wonât last. âBe pleased, you living one, in your delightfully warmed bed, before Letheâs ice-cold wave will lick your escaping foot.â Lethe, the River of Oblivion, flowed through Hades, and in drinking its waters the shades of the dead forgot their earthly lives. Given the unrelentingly bleak outlook of the characters in the film, you could easily think that slaking themselves on such a tonic would constitute good advice. For the most part, whether screaming about their husbandâs tuba practice, or yelling racist insults in a barber shop, they lead lives of noisy desperation. Characteristically, Andersson has a bit of fun with his own filmic epigraph. In the ninth of the 50 short scenes that make up You, the Living, a commuter train stops and the passengers begin to disembark. The air is thick with mist and the mood somber, but the emptying out is ridiculous; so many people pile out of the train that youâre reminded of a Volkswagen Guinness World Record gag. The joke is classic Andersson, a filmmaker who seems a cinematic first cousin to Buster Keaton, Samuel Beckett and Eugene Ionesco.’— Border Crossings
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_________________ Songs From The Second Floor (2000) ‘Songs From The Second Floor, which had its world premiere at the 2000 Cannes Film Festival, was the first film he made in his mature style. (His first two features, 1970âs A Swedish Love Story and 1975âs Giliap, are much more conventional. It took him a quarter-century to re-emerge on the big screen.) It consists of 46 shots/scenes, any one of which would work beautifully for this column. Masochistically, Iâve chosen to discuss the one that I have no idea how he achieved. Though the filmâs narrative is sparse and oblique, it gradually becomes clear that something apocalyptic is going on; we meet a number of odd characters (all played by actors chosen primarily for their atypical physiognomy), then watch as the world seems to go to hell around them. The wealthy and powerful, it seems, have made plans to escapeâitâs implied that this involves leaving the planet entirely, somehowâand near the end of the film theyâre seen at what we might as well call an airport, though it only vaguely resembles any check-in area in the real world. Whatever frustrations youâve experienced standing in lines, itâs a walk in the park compared to this nightmare.’— The AV Club
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______________ World of Glory (1991) ‘A plain, ordinary man tells us about his work as a real-estate broker, his dead father, his ordinary home and so on in a naturalistic voice, lacking any emotions, looking straight into the camera.’— Mattias Thuresson
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______________ Something Happened (1987) ‘In 24 absurd scenes, Roy Andersson illustrates various aspects of the crisis surrounding the AIDS epidemic. The film was commissioned by the Swedish National Board of Health, which disowned it, and was not distributed until several years later.’— Cinematheque Quebec
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______________ Giliap (1975) ‘Roy Andersson premiered his second feature-length film, Giliap, in 1975. The film is a marked departure from A Swedish Love Story, and that is no accident. Success brought pressure onto Andersson to make A Swedish Love Story II. But he didnât want to be someone who churned out yet another film in the same spirit, and then one more⊠So he changed style drastically in Giliap. Andersson had great hopes for the film, but it found neither a public nor positive reviews. Giliap did, however, win a larger reception abroad, especially in France. Yet despite its meagre successes in Sweden, the film is interesting, not least aesthetically. For here one finds the first seeds of Anderssonâs distinctive film style. In Giliap, actor Thommy Berggren plays a wandering day-labourer who takes employment at the fading Hotel Busarewski. The hotel is run by a wheelchair-bound misanthrope who harshly deals out orders to his staff as he reminisces about Busarewskiâs former golden days. In this film Andersson introduces his social criticism in a more nuanced and stylised manner than before, and strikes a tone for his future work. The symbolism in the film is compelling; the powerlessness that the three main characters feel in their work and their living situations reflects a hopeless society in miniature. They are entirely trapped within a hierarchical order.’— Worlds Cinema
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A tribute to “Giliap”
_______________ A Swedish Love Story (1970) ‘Roy Andersson made his first film in 1970, a tale of adolescent love set against the backdrop of a cruel tableau of the petite bourgeoisie wedged between conformity and frustration. Rediscovered now, A Swedish Love Story (En KĂ€rlekshistoria) shows the inauguration of a critical gaze that has never deviated from its just distance. Fifteen year-old PĂ€r (Rolf Sohlman) and fourteen year-old Annika (Ann-Sofie Kylin) fall in love: around them swirl parents, friends, rivals â a series of microcosms which evoke a society apparently permissive, but secretly in tatters. According to a type of approach which the filmmaker will systematise in his subsequent works, the film proceeds in large, almost autonomous sequence-blocks, beginning with a visit involving the families of both adolescents to their close relations in a nursing home (this is, in fact, where the youths first meet), and ending with a party in a country estate where Annikaâs parents are received by PĂ€râs family. A Swedish Love Story, in its manner of elaborating only the subtlest tones, never descends into caricature. Even the most pitiful characters are not left as mere cartoons; they retain a tragic humanity, and their ordinary drama is not just a demonstration of existential absurdity. In this light, Annika and PĂ€r, in their awakening love, might be able to hope for some meaning in their lives.’— Positif
_____________ Saturday October 5th (1969) ‘Roy Anderssonâs third student film project. Using the type of loosely connected storytelling structure that is later found in A Swedish Love Story, the film follows a young man during 24 hours and relates his relationships with his mother, his girlfriend and friends.’ — MUBI
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p.s. Hey. ** Jamie F, Hey, Jamie. That comparison is one of those things where the more you think about it the less it makes any sense at all and the better it gets. But I love the idea that the author had thought out the full implications of his metaphor and couldn’t think of a more accurate descriptor. Laziness is only useful when your writing is excepted from it. But then I guess it isn’t actually laziness. Never mind. Yeah, it sounds we’re on the same writer page. Works for me. Super important to be supportive, I think. How is your friend’s novel if you can say? No, I only saw the ‘CMBYN’ film, I haven’t read the book. Is it better than the film? (I didn’t like the film). Thanks, bon day! ** Lucas, Howdy, Lucas. You should read the escort profiles before I edit them. They were two or three times longer for one thing, Maybe I should get a job as the literary advisor to horny guys trying to score online. June, that’s soon. Three more years though, wow. Germany is serious. But I assume their education system is probably fairly stellar and a help? The 9th arr. shouldn’t be too bad, Olympics crowds-wise, if you come. There’s no sports happening there. If you come, hit me up if you want meet and have a coffee or something. I’m in the 8th arr., pretty close. Thanks about the film. We’re in a big mess at the moment, but we’ve been in many of them, and they always pass eventually. I too am curious about the ‘Queer’ film. Daniel Craig being the star is very strange but potentially very interesting. We’ll see. How is your week proceeding so far? ** _Black_Acrylic, Ha ha, yes. I guess he’s hoping for some rich dude to import him to where the waves are. Yesterday was a shitty day with big film shit going on, but PT is cued up to insinuate me into my day ahead, so no more delays. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yeah, right? Because, like, wizard’s sleeves are about things coming out of them not into them, am I right? But maybe the writer was hinting around at the escort’s voluminous prolapse? Prolapses are kind of like fancy sleeves, I guess? No oneâs mentioned this, but I have to add unequivocally that [love] has amazing landscaping and cleaning skills! He can also cook and fully service a swimming pool! Jesus!, G. ** Justin D, Hi, J. I know, bringmethere is/was such an amazing bargain. Yeah, me too re: the ultra-hyped. I still haven’t seen ‘Poor Things’. Its hype still has a bit more dying out to do before … How was your day today, for instance? ** Oscar đ, Hi, O. Really, surfing’s a thing in Glasgow? That’s interesting. Glaswegians are dreamers? I don’t think having a dog is a Parisian thing. Really, they’re so rarely sighted. It makes sense since living quarters here and pricey and not immense for the most part, but still. Same deal with NYC, but you can’t walk half a block there without either seeing a dog or stepping in its poop. I’m assuming Parisians are cat people. Or maybe parrot people? I think the hardback FLUNKER is going to be pretty sleek and slim and okay other than the basic stiffness problem. Enjoy your today’s ride. ** Sypha, Ah, okay, about that ritual’s practicality. Cool, because that doesn’t kill its lovely eccentricity. Anytime you’re ready to do a Batman Day, the blog is and will remain hungry and plaintive-eyed. You diva! I don’t think I even know what the Pleasant genre involves. Maybe I can guess. Surely one of those Neo-Decadence adjacent presses would be into it? Good, I’m glad you’re in one of your very productive phases. Always the best times. ** Steve, Here’s hoping the canal process is easy. Mine took three visits, but they weren’t time consuming. I’ve come across escorts and slaves who mention they work in haunted houses or at Universal Horror Nights a few times, but I think that’s it. It’s a fetish waiting to happen. Does SOPHIE have anything to do with Sophie? Thanks, I’ll visit that article. Sounds very instructive. Thanks! ** Harper, Hi. Oh, right, ‘Castle Faggot’ kind of has the French monster thing nailed down. I still think that might be the best novel ever. The New York Times Book Review would disagree. I’m doing a reading with Derek in NYC in October. I’m excited. I liked Ashbery’s Rimbaud translation. But I’m such a massive Ashbery fan, so … My favorite translation is Enid Peschel’s, but, yes, it was the first one I read. I speak very piss poor French, so I’m no judge at all. I know it’s supposedly much easier to translate French lit into English than vice versa, they say. That doesn’t sound dumb at all: Toto the dog. So the escorts, or at least one of them, had a successful blog day yesterday. Yes! ** Dom Lyne, Hey, Dom! Stuff’s mostly good if not entirely, but such is life. That’s great about your audio-play getting so close. Our film almost got into the Cannes Film Festival, and that’s almost as good a bit of news as getting in. You sound busy good, which is the best kind of good. The film is virtually finished but for several days’ final polishing, and it’s currently waiting for yeses or nos from a few film festivals. Hugs and love right back. ** Corey Heiferman, It was a pretty solid quip fest this month, yes. I think you should take over the Marco Vassi Day assignment if you want because I think otherwise it will die on my vine. I used to spend every summer as a teen on Maui, Hawaii, which is beach central, and it had its charms other than severe sunburn a couple of times, but, if I have my druthers, I like beaches only at night or maybe dusk. Maybe. ** Right. I am very fond of Roy Andersson’s meticulous, melancholy, amusing films, and I am sharing him with you today. See you tomorrow.
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