Greedy bastard, that Grim Reaper. As if the Swedish master wasn’t enough, he had to take Antonioni on the same day. If there’d be some pie left, I’d throw it in his pale face…
UPDATE JULY 30th:
Just heard the news today that Ingmar Bergman has passed away.
When I was in the process of coloring this cartoon (yeah, it didn´t take too long this time around), I wrote an email to a friend that jokingly referred to Bergman´s impressive age: “I just hope I can finish this bloody cartoon on time,” were my exact words. Honestly though, who could see this coming? Bergman was one of cinema´s greats and he’d been around for so long that I was starting to believe he would never leave us. (In fact, I´d already planned a second cartoon for next year. It would´ve had exactly the same setting, only the Grim Reaper would groan: “Good grief, not pie again…”)
I promise I´ll come up with an appropriate follow-up post soon. Just have a little patience, because I´m currently on vacation in Denmark and I’m not sure when (or if) I’ll be able to upload something from my laptop.
UPDATE JULY 31st:
I’ve put up a follow-up post here.
You think I’m making this up? Check out Jim Emerson’s post on the Landmark multiplex in Los Angeles. If this doesn’t signal the slow death of the collective theatrical experience, I don’t know what will.
J.C. may be his initials, but the world wasn’t ready for a new Messiah. I guess it would take a bit more than a silly documentary to sink Christianity…
Dante Spinotti will never shoot an ugly frame, but in recent years his choice of projects has been unfortunate, to say the least. I can forgive a D.P. of his stature for taking on a project that stars Salma Hayek in bikini (that’s the reason I rented the bloody movie), but why bother polishing uninspired fare like The Family Man? As His Royal Badness once put it: “I just hate to see an erection go to waste.”