In a further sign of film’s exit from the Hollywood stage, the post-production company Deluxe said it was closing its local film laboratory.
I’m not surprised in anyway but this is sad,
Stylish and camera-obsessed, Naomi and Nathan thrive on the yellow journalism of the social-media age. They are lovers and competitors—nomadic freelancers in pursuit of sensation and depravity, encountering each other only in airport hotels and browser windows.
Naomi finds herself drawn to the headlines surrounding Célestine and Aristide Arosteguy, Marxist philosophers and sexual libertines. Célestine has been found dead and mutilated in her Paris apartment. Aristide has disappeared. Police suspect him of killing her and consuming parts of her body. With the help of an eccentric graduate student named Hervé Blomqvist, Naomi sets off in pursuit of Aristide. As she delves deeper into Célestine and Aristide’s lives, disturbing details emerge about their sex life—which included trysts with Hervé and others. Can Naomi trust Hervé to help her?
Nathan, meanwhile, is in Budapest photographing the controversial work of an unlicensed surgeon named Zoltán Molnár, once sought by Interpol for organ trafficking. After sleeping with one of Molnár’s patients, Nathan contracts a rare STD called Roiphe’s. Nathan then travels to Toronto, determined to meet the man who discovered the syndrome. Dr. Barry Roiphe, Nathan learns, now studies his own adult daughter, whose bizarre behavior masks a devastating secret.
The book summary of “Consumed” sounds so very Cronenberg-y….BECAUSE IT WAS WRITTEN BY DAVID CRONENBERG. Could just pass out, I’m so excited. Reminds me of his early horror films, with all the sexual perversions and body horror stuff. (My God, when will they put “Shivers” on DVD!!??!)
“Consumed” will be released in Sept. 2014 (via camewiththeframe)
Yes. Yes. YES.
I think this man may be my new directing crush.
… and approximately every 30 seconds, I find myself having to pause the film to scream in a fit of giddy delight.
Japanese poster for “Aguirre/The Wrath of God” - 1972 by Werner Herzog.
I am fucking STOKED for the Oscars. I just can’t help myself. As tightly as sometimes try to wear that cynical mask, my maudlin, candied heart melts at thoughts of Oscar season. It has essentially been an alternate time keeper for me.
I just loaded up on dinner and various treats from the gas station; my laptop is charged to the brim; and I’m wearing my favorite shirt and necktie. All that’s left is to evacuate my bladder
IT’S OSCAR SUNDAY, COCKSUCKERS.
… was when I didn’t even know what the Oscars were.
And it genuinely pains me to say that, because in previous years the Oscars ceremony was my favorite part of starting off the new year.
La Chenille de la carotte (1911), director unknown