I forget if you read French, Andreas. If you do, a French version would be better since the jargon used in the book is quite peculiar and would be hard to translate. Still, an amazing book.
My French language skills are not only poor, they are simply nonexistent, so I have to settle for a German translation (Der Schaum der Tage). The reviews are still excellent, which gives me hope that some of the peculiarity of the original did not get lost.
This film is where Tarantino got the inspiration to make his own version, but I much prefer the original. The diversity of characters, the acting and the dialogue in the original film's screenplay is (excuse my Australian-English) FUCKING ACE!!!! ;-)
Somehow the movies of Larry Clark are so perfectly sickening. Like no one ever captured this my-brain-is-fried-on-hormones-drugs-and-plain-violence-gut-feeling of puberty ever before quite that accurately. Hurrah. An art form in itself, I guess.
It's funny because this his just how I am when I roll into the clubs. I even talk to myself as if there was an invisible camera right in front of me all the time. It's the shit. People compliment me on this everywhere.
I can't help it, but when I see Brando I am always reminded of this funny poem, you know, the greatest actor of our day from The Last Night Of The Earth Poems.
Marlon Brando was the actor that Donald Cammell wanted for his film Performance, they were friends apparently, he was going to be an american ganster hiding out in London. warner Bros thought they were getting a fluffy fun film of Swinging London - came as a bit of a shock. Anyhoo, the part of Chas went to James Fox. Difficult to imagine it with Brando, but you never know. Anyhoo, 1968 and Mick Jagger at his most beautiful. Anyone for a cup of tea?
Ken Loach, now 80, his latest film won Best Film at Cannes earlier this year, ( a controversial choice apparently) but I'm glad, his voice and interests haven't changed over the years and yes it's polemic, but it's polemic I agree with - so there:)
I haven't seen it yet. Kes is my favourite film of his, but I love Poor Cow, not just the story, but watching the footage of sixties London is terrific, what a shabby glorious dump.