Well, we’ve already made it to the last day of July–which means they’re already selling Halloween candy at the supermarket. It also means that tomorrow kicks of a month long marathon of classic film fabulousness with TCM’s Summer Under the Stars. The blogosphere will be celebrating with the annual Summer Under the Stars Blogathon, hosted by The Black Maria’s very own @biscuitkitten. Jill’s blog Sittin’ on a Backyard Fence will be Mission Control for the festivities which invites bloggers worldwide to wax poetic for 31 straight days in conjunction with the TCM schedule. Here at The Black Maria, we’ll be joining in the fun as well, and the Minutes will become a daily dose of star of the day-related repartee.
Now without further ado…
If it feels like summer movies are all about the boys, that’s because they are. Either you’re a Batman, or a Superman, or one of the other boys of summer that comes along with a highly profitable merchandising campaign, or you’re direct-to-DVD. Vulture reports on female representation in the summer movie market and asks just how things have become so bad. “If the boys of summer won’t let us play in their sandbox, we’ll make one of our own,” quotes the piece, and it appears that sandbox is called independent film. (Frances Ha, anyone?)
Some guys really do have all the luck. James Bond’s submarine Lotus Esprit from 1977’s The Spy Who Loved Me–which was almost as sexy as Bond girl Barbara Bach (I said almost)–is expected to fetch several million dollars when it comes up for auction in London. The kicker? Its owner paid $100 for it and had no idea what piece of memorabilia was on his hands until he saw the movie on a VHS.
Criterion’s tumblr got serious traction today by posting (actually, re-blogging) a collection of baby photos of legendary film directors. See Luis Buñuel, Ingmar Bergman, Yasujiro Ozu, Satyajit Ray, Akira Kurosawa, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Jacques Tati, Andrei Tarkovsky, and Stanley Kubrick in all their newborn glory. (Kubrick, by the way? Total Gerber baby.)
The new book The Collaboration: Hollywood’s Pact with Hitler is causing some buzz over at The Hollywood Reporter. They are featuring extensive coverage of the controversial new book. It also features a curiously fascinating photo gallery “Hitler’s Hollywood: The Films The Nazis Loved and Hated,” taking us through a series of films and highlighting the Third Reich’s response to them. The Fuhrer may have loved Mickey Mouse, but hated Shirley Temple: How dare she become a blood brother with a Native American in Susannah of the Mounties.
And I know we are a film site, but just like Peter Sellers in Being There, (not that any of us are in any way like Peter Sellers in Being There) we like to watch TV. And today the AV Club had a delightful trip down memory lane by featuring the 1990s scifi series Quantum Leap. The AV Club’s Club 10 re-visited the adventures of Sam, Al, and the most kickass smartphone of all time, Ziggy, with a 10-best episode retrospective. Remember Sam leaping into the body of a black chauffeur in 1950s Alabama? Oh boy.