‘The Master’ Cannes Reel – A Thank You to the Fans.

Before you head back out this weekend for a 2nd or 3rd viewing, check this out.

[Thanks to HeyUGuys]

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Do You Want Daily Movie News? Try Fandor – Keyframe

If you thirst for an almost non-stop stream of movie news that does NOT just focus on the comic-book, Hollywood blockbuster variety – then do yourself a favor and bookmark FANDOR – KEYFRAME. The wonderful internet burrower David Hudson has setup show at FANDOR – which is another great source for streaming movies. He always has a wide range of fascinating links.

One warning – you might get addicted. There, you are warned.

Meet Ned Ryerson on Monday at LoDo Tattered Cover

Start: 7:30 pm @Historic LoDo
Stephen Tobolowsky is a character actor—one of the most prolific screen and stage presences of our time—having appeared in productions that range from Deadwood to Glee, from Mississippi Burning to one of the best movies of the 90’s –  Groundhog Day. He also holds the distinction of being the man who influenced the Talking Heads to name a song “Radio Head” which in turn influenced a band in England by the same name, maybe you’ve heard of them? Tobolowsky will read from and sign his new collection of essays and stories The Dangerous Animals Club ($24.00 Simon & Schuster).
“Stephen Tobolowsky has found his true calling as a storyteller. He is candid, insightful, often profound, and very, very funny, especially when he recounts his adventures in show business. By blending sharp memories of his childhood with astute, adult observations of the world around him, he weaves a spell not unlike Jean Shepherd or Garrison Keillor—but he has a voice all his own, and I love it.” —Leonard Maltin, film critic and author.
Here’s an interesting piece on his podcast “The Tobolowsky Files.” Check it out and be sure to be there on Monday!

Last Page of Great Gatsby. Just Because.

Sure, we all know Leo & Baz’s remake of “The Great Gatsby” has been bumped from Christmas to next spring, so in tribute let’s read that amazing final page – the coda – of Great Gatsby.

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Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.