If you don't know what I'm talking about, the censorship occurs on only
a few frames of film.
Not so perfect are the last
few frames of the film, however.
Not exact matches
In a highlight
film of his career that was shown at a testimonial dinner for him last year, Marino appears on camera, full
frame, with a
few earnest opening remarks about how he'd like to be remembered as a team man who worked as hard as he could, and as a team leader, etc..
There's little doubt, too, that the
film's hands - off vibe is perpetuated by Abdalla's sleepy, far - from - charismatic turn as the one - note central character, and it's clear that The Narrow
Frame of Midnight's
few moments
of electricity are thanks entirely to Choutri's captivating, Vincent Cassel - like performance.
While it has visual energy to spare, the movie is more relaxed and less flamboyantly playful than most
of Honore's other
films, unfolding with naturalistic grace — precise but unfussy
framing, fluid camera movements — and
fewer New Wave - y winks and nods.
Despite perilously under - lighting a
few nighttime sequences, cinematographer Rachel Morrison shoots the country so full
of life that it's genuinely hard to believe she didn't
film a single
frame of it in Africa (for a movie that's full
of sloppy CG, the environmental green screen work is astonishing).
If we look for commonality among the worst
of the worst, we identify a slippage in
film - craft — enough so that the tease that maybe a
few more
frames of Tod Browning's London After Midnight have turned up was enough to send shivers down the spine
of every practical - effects lover in the audience.
The appeal
of the
film is manifold - its serenity as The American meticulously goes about his craft; the paucity
of dialogue that heightens its
few action sequences when they do occur; a superb ensemble
of actors led by Clooney that also includes Violante Placido (Clara), Thekla Reuten (assassin), Johan Leysen (controller), and Paolo Bonacelli (as a local town priest); the artistic
framing of the
film by director Anton Corbijn both in its interiors and the long shots
of the Italian settings; and simply the story's uncertainty that grips one from its very beginning.
Whether by happy accident or through post-production meddling, a
few frames of the stock have been overexposed — a phantom image in a
film overrun by ghosts.
It's unbelievably not competing for the Palme D'Or and I'm not sure how that happened, but I've got an inkling that it will wind up as the granddaddy
of the UCR; with more experience and wisdom captured in a
few frames than entire
films in the section.
No
film season is complete without a
few films that are designated as «must - sees» before a single
frame of them has even been
filmed, and summer 2007 is no exception.
The look
of this
film is astounding without even seeing more than the same
few frames from the first teaser and it features a clip
of a new song from the
film that will have you drooling for more.
From a screenplay by Josh Campbell, Michael Stuecken and Whiplash's Damien Chazelle, the
film revolves around the character
of Michelle (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), a young woman who, from the opening
few frames, seems to be going through a messy break - up with her boyfriend, Ben (voiced by none other than Bradley Cooper).
The
film, with backlit shots
of pilgrims strolling across twilit hillsides exhibiting amazing detail, has never looked brighter, so the
few instances that the dragon is inserted into the
frame betray the sort
of sharp lines that James Cameron would finally address in Terminator 2 with his own animation blurring techniques, replicating the imperfections
of the human eye at a distance and while observing motion.
Working again with cinematographer Yorick Le Saux, the visuals are stunning, but there are a
few more
of those really obvious shots — you don't have to know La Piscine to get that the pool is Bad News, given the way it looms in the
frame, like it's stalking victims — and the jittery pacing
of some
of the editing is at odds with the languorous and sumptuous tone
of the
film.
Probably nothing was going to have quite the same impact as John Boyega «s head popping up into
frame in that first teaser trailer (which we featured in last year's edition
of this feature)-- after all, it was the very first glimpse we got at the single most widely anticipated new
film release
of the last
few decades.
This added to two earlier Robert Zemeckis
films (Who
Framed Roger Rabbit, Death Becomes Her) that had been among the
few non-science fiction productions
of their time to claim the statue.
At best the
film could be described as the intellectual cousin
of the Bourne trilogy with all too
few moments
of great scene transitions,
framing and sound editing that is largely overcome by the many noticeable moments where it doesn't get these components quite right.
Like the opening
of the
film, the trailer is
framed by narration which is punctuated by the swish pans to each character, followed by a
few lines
of dialogue from them.
I think it's fair to say that I bought Cindy Sherman in her first exhibition in a group show, with some
of her black - and - white
film stills
framed together in those days as a collage
of 10 images, and went on to buy much
of her work for the next
few years.