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mercredi, mai 14, 2008

Arcade Fire news


Arcade Fire to score Donnie Darko director's new film.


Montreal's finest return from their holidays with a soundtrack of shadowy anthems. Expect hurdy gurdys and Cameron Diaz.

Sean Michaels
Tuesday May 13, 2008
guardian.co.uk


Arcade Fire and Richard Kelly seem to be unrelated - but as Donnie Darko taught us, the oddest things turn out to be connected.

The first are earnest art-rock musicians, gallivanting round Montreal's Mile End, the second is an idiosyncratic film auteur, busying himself on directing a new Cameron Diaz flick.

After months of touring, Arcade Fire returned to Montreal this spring for some quiet time. They sipped coffees and ate ice-creams, but apart from a few rallies for Barack Obama they waved off concert requests or the suggestion that they begin work on a third album.

They appeared, at least to the public, to be laying low.

Meanwhile, in Hollywood, journalists have been pestering director Richard Kelly about a sequel to his 2001 film, Donnie Darko. An unrelated production company has started work on S. Darko, which will follow the story of Donnie's younger sister Samantha. It's to be helmed by low-budget horror director Chris Fisher, and everyone is chasing Kelly's opinion.

Kelly doesn't want to talk about S. Darko. "I have absolutely no involvement with this production, nor will I ever be involved," he wrote on his MySpace blog . Instead, Kelly wants to talk about his new movie, Box, and of the intriguing musical collaboration involved.

The first clue was on Kelly's blog: "We're starting to work with a very famous band honouring us with being the first film-makers they've ever scored a film with," he wrote. But disclosed nothing more.

Producer Markus Dravs was not so tight-lipped however. On a page uncovered by Pitchfork News, the recording guru gave a succinct update on his current project. "Having finished Coldplay's forthcoming album," he wrote, "[I'm] now off to Canada to work with Arcade Fire on a soundtrack for the forthcoming Richard Kelly film."

And there it is. While Arcade Fire pretend to take a holiday they have in fact set to work on their first film project. It's not a tale of snowstorms or revolution, or a Wes Anderson excursion into the wilds of rural Quebec. Instead it's the adaptation of a 1970 Richard Matheson short story (and Twilight Zone episode) about a couple who find a box with a magic button. Every time they push the button, they receive a load of money - and someone, somewhere, dies.

Greed, murder and Cameron Diaz seem just the stuff for Arcade Fire's shadowy anthems. We'll hope for harp and hurdy gurdy in the scary bits, hollers and mandolin in the pretty bits. And the next time Arcade Fire claim to be taking some time off, we'll not believe them for a second.


guardian.co.uk © Guardian News and Media Limited 2008

mercredi, janvier 23, 2008

Ringo

Ringo Starr Walks Off Regis and Kelly.

by Paul Cashmere @ Undercover - January 23 2008


Ringo Starr
Ringo Starr


Former Beatle Ringo Starr refused to go on TV for his scheduled appearance on the Regis and Kelly show today, after the show's producer tried to chop his song his half.

Ringo was to perform 'Liverpool 8' from his new album, but was told to cut the performance down to 2 minutes 30 seconds.

Publicist for Ringo Starr, Elizabeth Freund, tried to negotiate a shorter interview but the producer Michael Gelman insisted that the song had to go less than 3 minutes.

Ringo was due to perform the song with Dave Stewart of Eurythmics fame, who produced the album.

Stewart criticised the show saying that it was disrespectful to artists, but Ringo said he would be happen to come back onto the show at a later date.

The walk-out was a bonus for designer Michael Kors. Kors was given a longer interview to fill the gap left by Starr.

samedi, juillet 14, 2007

Daft Punk


Punk fiction.

So you've reinvented dance music, packed out stadiums and won over hip hop royalty. What next for Daft Punk? Umm, an art-house flick about melting robots, finds Alex Rayner

Saturday July 14, 2007
The Guardian



A scene from Daft Punk's Electroma
You may now kiss the, um, robot: a scene from Electroma

You can only imagine the confused faces in the boardroom when the pitch came in. Two French disco producers want to make a film about robots driving through south-west America, on a mission to have their heads transformed into human ones with liquid latex. The proposed feature is 70 minutes long, has no talking and, although neither have any experience in cinematography, the disco producers want to shoot and direct it themselves. Transformers, this ain't. Add to this the fact that they're not employing many proper actors and plan to sneak in a close-up of a young lady's pudenda into the final cut. And that the soundtrack will feature none of their own, popular music, but, instead, suicidal folk, a baroque liturgy, as well as such radio-friendly hit makers as Franz Joseph Haydn. Oh, and they want a helicopter, some explosives, a black Ferrari and a pair of leather jumpsuits made by the world's most sought after clothes designer. Drafting the cheque already, fantasy film financiers? Well, it's a good thing that Daft Punk don't need your cash.

Ten years on from their debut hit album, Homework, Daft Punk are still a formidable presence in the music world. Right now, they're part-way through a huge international tour, playing a greatest-hits set to stadiums filled with adoring fans. Clubs are throbbing to French dance music once again, courtesy of Daft Punk acolytes such as DJ Mehdi, Justice and Busy P. Hip-hop stars are also paying their respects. Last spring Busta Rhymes rapped over a Daft Punk break on his Touch It single; now Kanye West has borrowed from the duo's Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, on his new single, imaginatively entitled Stronger. Yet, despite all this acclaim, Daft Punk seem keener on half-filled film theatres than packed sports arenas.

"We expected it to be less popular than Discovery, of course" concedes Thomas Bangalter, the more talkative one, comparing the pair's cinematic debut, Electroma, to their multi-million selling 2001 album; "the film is experimental and inaccessible; however, it's a movie that does not require your brain to function."

Bangalter and his production partner and co-director, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, are seated in a smart west London hotel suite, having recently returned from their soundcheck for the Wireless festival. Known for their wariness of the press, the duo are recording our interview on minidisc.

To avoid any misunderstanding Thomas is explaining their intentions in considered sentences. There follows much discussion of Magritte, dot-to-dot books, and the subjectivity of musical appreciation; all of which sounds like, not so much cinematic nonsense on stilts as Gallic bullshit on a quad-bike.

"It is a film without dialogue, almost without actors," Bangalter says, "does it fit into the blockbuster film industry or the pop charts?" before answering, haughtily: "it does not."

This would all be rather embarrassing were Electroma not a gem. Daft Punk's widescreen debut is a beautiful, sun-blushed nugget of cinema. From the clunk-click of the 1987 Ferrari 412's doors at the start to the burning figure at its end, Electroma urges viewers to hit the "off" switch on their higher faculties, and float down a sweet stretch of 20th century celluloid, recalling the science fiction of THX 1138, through the Cali rock mythology of Zabriskie Point, via Gus Van Sant's Death Trilogy, the androids of Westworld, the nudes of Edward Weston and Brian De Palma's camp rock horror excursions.

As a multiplex option, Electroma is unlikely to appeal to all the ravers who cheered along in Hyde Park this summer. Yet, rather than an embarrassing stab at vanity cinema, the film could seal Daft Punk's reputation as art-house playboys. Unlike the Sex Pistol's Great Rock'n'Roll Swindle, the Monkees' Head or U2's Rattle and Hum, Electroma may be their first film of many.

Hundreds of bands may tout cinematic references, yet few have them as hard-wired as Daft Punk. Guy-Man and Thomas met two decades ago this year, at the perfect cinema-going ages of 13 and 12. They spent much of those early days in the flea-pits of the Latin Quarter in Paris. Bangalter says the first movie they saw together was The Lost Boys.

"We went to the cinema on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons, when there's no school in France," he explains, "We watched a lot of classic films, from Charlie Chaplin to Fellini."

The one movie which they saw together more than 20 times was Phantom Of The Paradise, Brian De Palma's 1974 rock musical, based loosely around Phantom of the Opera (both this and Electroma feature "a hero with a black leather outfit and a helmet").

A love of smart movies and movie-makers remained. Daft Punk began working with Spike Jonze on their first video, when they were barely in their 20s. Michel Gondry directed the second, while Roman Coppola (Sofia's brother, Francis' son) shot the final promo from their debut LP. To accompany the singles from their second CD, Thomas and Guy-Man commissioned their own cartoon sci-fi feature, in conjunction with Japanese anime legend, Leiji Matsumoto.

These contacts stayed in the robots' Rolodex. Bangalter lives in LA with his actress girlfriend, Elodie Bouchez, star of one of Roman's features, and perhaps the model for Electroma's brief nude shot, sneaked in among a sand dune sequence. It was Jonze who put Daft Punk in touch with Electroma's special effects maverick, Tony Gardiner.

"Tony worked on Michael Jackson's Thriller video, when he was 17," explains Bangalter, "he turned Gwyneth Paltrow into a very fat woman for Shallow Hal." Although the duo's Parisian friends, Alex and Martin, first made the robot outfits, Bangalter says that on Electroma, "Tony brought them to life."

The film's producer, Paul Hahn, was a close associate of Gondry's, before co-founding DP's production company, Daft Arts. Hahn was tasked with finding two Thomas and Guy-Man sized actors to fill the lead roles. After considering a number of hunky Hollywood types - much to Guy-Man and Thomas' amusement - Paul eventually cast Peter Hurteau and Michael Reich, two production assistants who had worked on other Daft Arts projects. Hahn describes the process as a "Cinderella story". "The leather outfits and robot masks were tailored to Guy-Man and Thomas's physiques," Paul explains, referring to the biker-style leathers, designed by Hedi Slimane, former chief-designer at Dior Homme, for the duo in 2004; "it was a case of finding someone to fit into their bodies."

A number of additional helmets were produced for the extras. How many, is hard to say. The net figure is somewhere around 40.

Beyond these, few props were made solely for Electroma. Even the high-tech facility, where the robots have their faces slapped on, has appeared in another film.

"There's a big prize for the person who can name that movie," Bangalter jokes.

Electroma contains no use of CGI, and Thomas shot the movie himself, on 35mm Kodak stock. As this was his first experience of lensing a motion picture, Bangalter prepared by buying and reading more than 200 old copies of American Cinematographer magazine. The resultant shots are surprisingly accomplished. Just as Daft Punk are meticulous in music production, so they are equally obsessive in their film work.

Thomas: "I don't know if it's obsessive."

Well, you are perfectionists...

Thomas: "Perfection is also something that doesn't exist."

Erm, do you work hard?

Guy-Manuel: "We work hard."

Thomas: "We pay attention to every detail."

Rather than being distributed nationally, the film now plays every Saturday night at the witching hour, in an old Parisian cinema in the same movie-going district as they used to frequent.

"You have people there every Saturday," says Bangalter, rather proudly.

Daft Punk may sell-out stadiums and kick it with Kanye, but they seem happier pleasing a few Parisian film geeks.

Bangalter: "It's unexpected, doing underground art next to a Kanye West single. It's funny to be able to stretch and still not feel like you're a sell out - to be able to express yourself with integrity."

Having already hit the big time, it seems that Daft Punk's hardest task now is to avoid success, and damn the cost.

· Electroma is on at selected cinemas across the UK (see electroma.org), DVD out Sep 3


Pop screen: five more cult rock flicks

200 Motels (1971)

Bonkers Frank Zappa-fronted hippy flick that resembles Tiswas for acid casualties. Plus, Keith Moon as a nun!

Ladies And Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains (1981)

Take lower league brat packers, Diane Lane and Laura Dern, cast them in a fictitious punk band, then draft in half the Sex Pistols, Paul Simonon and Ray Winstone. Grindhouse gold.

Phantom Of The Paradise (1974)

Brian De Palma's glitzy rock musical reworked chunks of Faust and Phantom Of The Opera.

Privilege (1967)

Pitched somewhere between Hard Days Night and 1984, Privilege predicts the corporate takeover of rock'n'roll and stars Paul Jones of Manfred Mann.

Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band (1978)

The Bee Gees "interpret" Beatles classics for this rock opera. Badness.


Guardian Unlimited © Guardian News and Media Limited 2007

vendredi, mai 18, 2007

Control: The Ian Curtis Film

The cult of Ian Curtis.

Anton Corbijn's eagerly-awaited biopic of Joy Division's lead singer opens at Cannes this week. It's just the latest example of the extraordinary fascination that's grown up around the short-lived star, says Andy Gill.

Published: 14 May 2007

This week, the photographer Anton Corbijn's film about the late Joy Division frontman, Control: The Ian Curtis Film, will be premiered at the Cannes Film Festival on the 27th anniversary of the singer's suicide.

Co-produced by his former label boss Tony Wilson and the singer's widow Deborah Curtis, with a screenplay based on her account of their life together, Touching From A Distance, it represents the most comprehensive attempt so far to provide some insight into the troubled life of a gifted young man who has become an icon for successive generations of fans.

Already the subject of several biographies and a bottomless well of internet sites, forums and message boards, this is the second time in recent years that Curtis and Joy Division have been featured in a movie - although this one is likely to be rather more sombre than Michael Winterbottom's Tony Wilson biopic, 24 Hour Party People, a light-hearted romp through two decades of the Manchester music scene.

In it, Curtis was a serious, somewhat scary presence, at odds with the otherwise genial, amused tone but this time, if Corbijn's distinctive monochrome rock photography is anything to go by (he created The Joshua Tree image for U2), the film is shot in stark black and white, in keeping with both the mood of the band's music, the sense of alienation in Curtis's lyrics and the bleak Northern backdrop of 1970s England, which in those pre-Playstation, pre-internet, pre-postmodern times still had the dour post-war tone of the kitchen-sink dramas of the 1960s. Indeed, in an earlier era, Ian Curtis would have been played by the young Tom Courtenay rather than Sam Riley, the newcomer who takes the role in Control.

In the immediate post-punk years, Joy Division were part of an emerging new-wave strain of music sometimes known as "industrial" rock, whose leading lights also included Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire and the American band Pere Ubu.

They shared certain values, most notably an attitude that prized aesthetic over commercial success and a belief that their music should reflect the grim post-industrial wastelands in which it was created: just as The Beach Boys hymned California's sun 'n' surf culture in glorious, soaring harmonies, so did the industrial bands incorporate machine noise and discordancy into their dark, brooding pieces, as sonic signifiers of what Marxists claimed was the alienating effect of industrial culture.

They were among the earliest groups to employ primitive drum machines, which both anchored their sometimes abstract compositions to decisive, untiring rhythms, and - following Kraftwerk's lead - offered an implicit condemnation of the robotising effect of industrial labour.

Visually, they shunned colour to match the bleak tone of their environment and their attitude - although this was also partly a matter of economics.

"Peter Hook says he always thinks of Joy Division as a black and white band," says photographer Kevin Cummins, who photographed the band several times. "There are very few photographs of them, and they are all black and white, and the reason is that nobody published in colour back then. Why would we shoot in colour when it would cost us twice as much and nobody would use it?"

Likewise, the expensive, multicoloured light-shows favoured by the era's heavy metal, glam- and prog-rockers were replaced in the industrial bands' shows by stark white lighting, collaged black-and-white film backdrops, and sometimes strobe lights.

The latter could be a problem for Joy Division if lighting engineers ignored their instructions not to use them, triggering the epileptic seizures that increasingly afflicted Ian Curtis in his final months. The epilepsy doubtless contributed to his terminal depression, along with several other factors: worries about his troubled marriage; guilt over the affair he was conducting with a Belgian fan, Annik Honore; his growing burden of responsibilities as the band's lyricist and frontman; anxiety over whether he would be able to endure the band's first American tour, which was due to start the day after his body was found; and a more generalised pessimism that pervaded the dystopian worldview he shared with his favourite authors, William Burroughs and JG Ballard, whose books furnished the song-titles "Interzone" and "The Atrocity Exhibition".

He did his best to disguise his depression; on the few occasions I met him, he was cheerful, engaging and articulate, discussing literature and films with the eagerness of the autodidact but entirely free of intellectual snobbery and rock-star arrogance.

Onstage, however, he was a completely different creature, transformed into a staring, wide-eyed maniac, his arms windmilling wildly about as he slipped into a sort of trance-dance whose spasmodic twitching resembled his epileptic seizures. It was a riveting spectacle, quite unlike any other rock performer. At the side of Curtis's involuntary gyrations, the stage antics of even such extremist showmen as Iggy Pop and Lux Interior of The Cramps seemed like affected, calculated exercises. In his case, it really did seem as if he were possessed by demons, a spectacle wretched and compelling.

According to his former bandmates, even when not performing he could plunge without warning into rages that echoed that stage persona, and which would sometimes presage full-blown seizures. These days, such vertiginous mood-swings would perhaps be diagnosed as bi-polar disorder; but back in the 1970s, they were generally viewed as separate episodes of hyperactivity and melancholia, rather than a single syndrome.

Not that it would have made much difference in the case of someone dedicated to pursuing a stressful lifestyle which, doctors warned him, was inimical to controlling his seizures, which accordingly increased in frequency and severity.

As the American tour loomed, his condition deteriorated rapidly. Early in April, the band played two shows in one night at separate London venues, and Curtis suffered fits during both. Three days later, he attempted suicide, taking an overdose of barbiturates. He was taken to a psychiatric hospital, where his stomach was pumped. Unbelievably, he still tried to make the following night's show in Bury but was too ill to perform, and a riot broke out when punters objected violently to the use of a stand-in singer who had been brought along as cover.

Curtis sat backstage, head in hands, mortified by misplaced guilt. The burden of responsibility had never been as crushingly evident on him. Several subsequent shows were cancelled in preference to a repeat of that night's riot and, for the next few weeks, Curtis stayed with Tony Wilson, guitarist Bernard Sumner and finally his parents, to avoid having to return home to his wife, who was initiating divorce proceedings.

On Saturday 17 May 1980, he went back to their Macclesfield home, and after discussions with Deborah, asked her to stay that night at her parents' place. He watched Werner Herzog's film Stroszek, a glum tale of a German naif who moves to America and is destroyed by the experience: his eventual suicide occurs off-screen, while the world carries on regardless. Then he listened to Iggy Pop's The Idiot, before hanging himself in the kitchen.

Curtis's death sent shock-waves through his circle of friends, and through the wider music community. A few weeks later, the tragically beautiful "Love Will Tear Us Apart" became the first Joy Division song to reach the Top 20, partly propelled by the ghoulish romanticism that sudden death drapes around such records.

It's worth remembering that earlier performers as diverse as Otis Redding, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Reeves had all scored their most significant chart successes in the wake of their premature deaths. Just as drivers slow down to gaze at the carnage of road accidents, so too is the public's attention drawn by tragedy to celebrities in whom they had previously never displayed the slightest interest.

Joy Division's case, however, was different to those of Hendrix, Redding and Reeves, and to more recent instances, such as Tupac and especially Kurt Cobain, in that they were not yet celebrities, having only secured themselves a cult following by the time of Curtis's suicide.

Indeed, it's debatable whether they would ever have developed such a formidable reputation had that tragedy never occurred. A short while after his death, the band's second album Closer appeared, clad in a sombre sleeve which, designer Peter Saville later realised, resembled a tombstone. Musically, it was an even darker affair than their debut Unknown Pleasures, and its lyrics contained several intimations of Curtis's troubled state of mind, such as the lines "an abyss that laughs at creation" and "existence, well what does it matter?" from "Heart And Soul", and "this is a crisis I knew had to come/Destroying the balance I'd kept" from "Passover", which seems to hint at his coming suicide. In contrast to its predecessor, the album reached the Top 10.

Subsequent compilations helped keep the band's memory alive, whilst the bleak tone of their music and Curtis's worldview became the seed-corn of what would become known as Goth, a musical scene based around dark imaginings that has since become a lifestyle - particularly in America, where it provided a rallying-point for teens excluded from the hierarchy of "jocks" and their attendant cheerleaders.

As the years passed, the band's posthumous reputation expanded. A significant factor in cementing its mystique was James O'Barr's Goth comic-book The Crow, which was laced through with Joy Division references. When the actor Brandon Lee, son of the martial arts star Bruce Lee, was accidentally killed whilst starring in the film adaptation, that mystique expanded exponentially. Bands such as Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails (who had covered Joy Division's "Dead Souls" on the film soundtrack) became standard-bearers for a community of malcontents and outsiders, for whom Curtis became a tragic icon. As the band's producer Martin Hannett once said of the singer: "Ian Curtis was one of those channels for the gestalt, the only one I bumped into during that period: a lightning conductor." And his memory continues to attract those flashes of recognition today.

This process has been facilitated not just by the nature of his work, but by its paucity too: having such a slim catalogue of releases meant that Joy Division never reached the decomposition stage of their career. They never had to face the hurdle of that "difficult third album", so their reputation became frozen at its peak, providing a touchstone of tragic perfection for successive generations of dissatisfied young outsiders rebelling against a world of prefabricated pop-culture.

As with Jim Morrison and Scott Walker, Curtis's sombre baritone imparted a seriousness to the band's work that seemed to deliberately turn its back on pop's usual cheap thrills. That refusal to court popularity became a vital component of later youth movements such as grunge, a keystone of dissatisfaction that has itself become just as much a rock cliché as leather trousers and eyeliner.

"When a band gets frozen at a certain point like that, people can imagine whatever they want about them," says Kevin Cummins. "I get loads of messages, from the US especially, from people who are just obsessed with Joy Division, and they imagine Ian Curtis being 24 today, really. But who knows what might have happened? Ian might have been fronting an Oasis dad-rock type of band today."

That seems unlikely; although the prospect of a Joy Division-themed Yo Sushi! meal would have seemed just as unlikely a few years ago, yet today you can feast on the "Love Will Tear Us Apart" Salmon & Tuna Box. In the 21st century, everything is up for grabs, including legacies as seemingly uncommercial as Ian Curtis's. These days, Joy Division is just another brand, a development that would have nauseated him. Just the other day, the sportswear company New Balance announced they had commissioned two pairs of trainers themed around the band, one featuring the cover design of Unknown Pleasures, and the other bearing the Factory Records logo and the legend "One Of One Made In Macclesfield". How long before some enterprising toy manufacturer comes up with the Ian Curtis doll, complete with vocal soundbites and authentic twitching limbs (battery not included)? Don't bet against it.

© 2007 Independent News and Media Limited

jeudi, mars 08, 2007

Yoko Ono news


Yoko blocks premiere of film on Lennon.


Yoko Ono
03/06/2007 7:43 PM, AP

The world premiere of "Three Days in the Life," a documentary about John Lennon, was canceled after lawyers for the slain Beatle's widow, Yoko Ono, warned that she had not authorized any public viewing of the film.

The documentary was to have been screened Tuesday night at the Berwick Academy, a private school in southern Maine.

Hap Ridgway, the school's headmaster, said he went from worrying about an overflow crowd to wondering if the documentary will ever be shown at all following a flurry of calls and e-mails from Ono's lawyers Monday evening.

"We certainly hope the two sides will get together," he said Tuesday. "What we've learned since it all broke loose is that it's a long-running dispute."

Ray Thomas, the documentary's executive producer, culled raw footage that was shot inside Lennon's apartment down to a two-hour film covering a pivotal time in Lennon's career. The footage was shot by Ono's former husband, Tony Cox, over a three-day period in February 1970, two months before the breakup of the Beatles.

Thomas and his partner, John Fallon, were unable to get an artist release from Ono, whose lawyers contend has a copyright interest in the film. That's why they chose to do free screenings at high schools and colleges, starting with Berwick Academy.

But Ono's lawyers said even that was forbidden, which led Berwick Academy to scrap the screening.

Cox's unfinished documentary was sold in 2000 for $1 million to Fallon, Thomas and Providence businessman Bob Grenier.

Among other things, Lennon is seen composing songs, touring his 100-acre estate and rehearsing for a BBC show in which he performed "Instant Karma" for the first time publicly.

dimanche, mars 04, 2007

Actors & Singers



OSCAR'S ROCKERS

YOU would think that one lucrative career bringing fame and fortune would satisfy anyone. But for many stars, the adulation of movie fans is not enough. Jared Leto, 35, who starred in Alexander and Fight Club, hits the charts today with A Beautiful Lie, the second album from his band 30 Seconds To Mars. Unlike most of his fellow actors turned-singers, Leto tries to play down his fame and refuses to talk Hollywood when discussing the band. And they're pretty good. Their new album has sold a million copies in the US and is set to cash in on the demand for rock bands such as My Chemical Romance in the UK.

Here, MICKEY McMONAGLE looks at some other big names who have tried to conquer the pop world.

JULIETTE LEWIS

JULIETTE, 33, was the darling of Hollywood's seamier side, starring in movies such as Natural Born Killers, Kalifornia and Cape Fear, before she launched her band Juliette And The Licks. With two well-received albums under their belt, the hard-working group are also a big hit on tour.

RUSSELL CROWE

HOLLYWOOD hardman Crowe, 42, was a bill-topper in Gladiator but he really wants to be a rock star - and keeps failing. He started out by calling himself Rus Le Roq before singing for an Aussie pub group, 30 Odd Foot Of Grunts, for 12 years. He now fronts The Ordinary Fear Of God.

LINDSAY LOHAN

THE party girl, 20, is a successful actress with lead roles in movies such as The Parent Trap and Mean Girls but also wants chart success. She released her debut album Speak in 2004 to a great response but follow-up A Little More Personal was panned and her third, due last year, isn't out yet.

ROBERT DOWNEY JR.

DOWNEY, 41, has fitted an attempt at a singing career in between hit movie roles and getting arrested. After drink and drug addictions, the Ally McBeal star cleaned up his act and released album The Futurist in 2004, impressing Duran Duran so much they invited him to support them on tour.

KYLIE MINOGUE

Role model for all soapstars-turned wannabe-popsters, Kylie went from playing a teenage mechanic in Neighbours to having chart success around the world. Gold hotpants, good moves and catchy tunes propelled the hugely popular 38-year-old Aussie to the top.

BILLY BOYD

ONE of Scotland's most successful exports in recent years, Boyd, 38, shot to fame through his role as Pippin in The Lord Of The Rings movies. He is lead singer and songwriter in his band Beecake, named after a picture of a bee-covered cake sent to him by fellow hobbit Dominic Monaghan.

KEANU REEVES

REEVES, 42, is the star of hit films such as Speed and The Matrix. But he has always fancied himself as a rocker. The Point Break actor played T in the Park in the mid-90s with his band Dogstar then played bass in new band Becky. But last year said he was packing in music.

HILARY DUFF

HILARY, 19, starred in US TV show Lizzie McGuire and went on to get top roles in movies such as The Perfect Man and Material Girls. She has had four big-selling albums in the US. On the last, Most Wanted, she tried a new rock direction encouraged by boyfriend Joel Madden of band Good Charlotte.

BRITTANY MURPHY

ALREADY a huge movie star thanks to films such as Clueless, Don't Say A Word and 8 Mile, the singing talent of Brittany, 29, was spotted by dance producer Paul Oakenfold then showcased on their hit Faster Kill Pussycat. She is now working on her debut album.

ASHLEE SIMPSON

THERE is more to Ashlee, 22, than being the younger sister of former Newlywed Jessica. An acting career was iced as she turned her attention to music and hit No.1 in the US with debut album Autobiography in 2004. The hits kept coming and now she is working on a new album.

SCARLETT JOHANSSON

Widely regarded as one of Hollywood's sexiest stars, Scarlett, 22, won critical acclaim with roles in Lost In Translation and Girl With A Pearl Earring. She also has the music in her and is working on an album of Tom Waits covers.


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Let me see... they forgot Toni Collette (and The Finish), Michael Pitt, Kevin Bacon and his bro, Jenny Lewis of Rilo Kily, Jada Pinkett-Smith, Megan Mullally, Julie Delpy, Lalaine and lots of other actor/actresses...

jeudi, juillet 27, 2006

Toni Collette

Toni Collette to Play Live

by Tim Cashmere @ Undercover

July 27 2006

Toni Collette

Australian actress Toni Collette will perform songs from her debut album at Homebake in Sydney this December.

Her debut album ‘Beautiful Awkward Pictures’ which is yet to be released, features David Lane (You Am I, The Pictures), Dave Galafasi (Gelbison) and Glen Richards (Augie March).

It will be the first time she has performed live under her own name, but she has sung in movies like Cosi and of course the internationally acclaimed Muriel’s Wedding as well as in the Broadway musical, “The Wild Party”.

The full Homebake line up is: Silverchair, Eskimo Joe, The Hilltop Hoods, Scribe, Gotye, You Am I, Youth Group, Björn Again, The Butterfly Effect, The Presets, The Models, Bob Evans, Toni Collette & The Finish, Little Birdy, Infusion, Midnight Juggernauts, Kid Kenobi & MC Sureshock, Parkway Drive, Augie March, Angus and Julia Stone and many, many more still to be announced.

vendredi, octobre 22, 2004

Jim Jarmusch: Blowing in the wind

His new film celebrates his love of cigarettes, but Jarmusch is still happy in smoke-free New York

By Leslie Felperin

22 October 2004

I think the film director Jim Jarmusch is the only person I've ever interviewed, man or woman, whom I don't just admire, but would actively like to be. He seems to have a pretty sweet gig going. His life is probably not overly endowed with riches, nor necessarily a bed or roses - artists must struggle, after all - but it's still damn enviable in other respects.

For starters, if you were Jim Jarmusch, you'd get to live in New York City, wear a lot of black clothes, and be revered as an indie-movie maverick hero who's never sold out, even after taking a few Hollywood dollars to make films like Night on Earth or Dead Man. Hell, just having been the guy who directed the masterfully laconic and deeply influential Stranger Than Paradise would be good enough for me.

Plus, you'd get to be a smart, funny, so-laid-back-he's-almost-prone sort of guy, with a groovy bouffant of prematurely grey hair. And the final topper is you'd have just about the coolest friends on the planet, judging by the talent working for scale or just doughnuts on his latest, Coffee and Cigarettes.

An endearingly patchy assemblage of 11 black-and-white shorts, some comic, some wistful, some just weird, in which pairs or threesomes of people share coffee and cigarette breaks, the film's line-up includes Bill Murray, Cate Blanchett, Steve Buscemi, Alfred Molina and Steve Coogan and musicians Iggy Pop, Tom Waits. Some have collaborated with Jarmusch before, like Waits (Down By Law) and Buscemi (Mystery Train). Others, like Murray, have long been friends.

"I knew almost everyone already," Jarmusch explains to me in a Venetian hotel garden, just after the film has premiered. "Cate Blanchett I only met once a year or two ago and we had tea in New York. Because I like her chameleon-like quality as an actor, I wanted to meet her. And then I called her and asked if she wanted to do this and she did. Everyone else I knew except Steve Coogan, who I'm a big fan of. I called him up and somehow tricked him into doing it as well."

I ask Jarmusch about the long gestation of the project, which began in 1986 with a short featuring a jittery Roberto Benigni sharing a cup of Joe in a café withSteven Wright. After that, he made a few more, including the one with Iggy Pop and Tom Waits riffing on their own personas, and the first three dribbled out as shorts, until Jarmusch decided to start holding on to them with an eye to making up a feature in pieces.

In the end, themes, motifs and even lines echo across seemingly unrelated segments, creating a skew-whiff coherence. But his plans to shoot one a year went awry, and several were made in 2002 and 2003. "Now I want to make some more, and in another 12 years I'll have another instalment ready," he says deadpan, perhaps joking or entirely serious.

I ask if the rivalry theme, hilariously executed in the Steve Coogan-Alfred Molina segment, evolved as part of the work. "I think it's just a theme of human nature that you have little resentments running through, you have... you know, little rivalries," he says a bit haltingly. "I'm not sure where ideas come from because I'm not an analytical person. I'm not good at answering questions about where this comes from or why I did that. If I knew I probably wouldn't have done it, so I probably just do them intuitively. But all my work is intuitive to a large degree."

Maybe this is why there's such a strong sense of coherence running through his oeuvre; and, while the self- financed Coffee and Cigarettes is in some ways Jarmusch Lite, a sampler of sorts, it shares not only cast and crew with his other films but resonates richly with them. PhD theses could be written on the significance of smoking in Jarmusch movies. It goes back as far as his first feature Permanent Vacation, in which the lead characters re-enact the scene in Rebel Without a Cause when Natalie Wood replaces a cigarette in James Dean's mouth the right way round. Think also of the Japanese tourists played by Masatoshi Nagase and Youki Kudoh in Mystery Train, doing Zippo tricks and chuffing away constantly.

Jarmusch is passionate on the subject of tobacco and lights up in every sense when the subject of the bar-ban on smoking in New York is raised. "It's a powerful drug, nicotine, as is caffeine, as is alcohol, and these are drugs that are treated in different ways, in different cultures," he says. "Like, tobacco is a sacred drug in Native American culture. How many people die from doing stupid things from drinking alcohol? But does that mean it should be outlawed?

"I don't think any drugs should be outlawed, they should be decriminalised. The reason crime is involved in drugs is because drugs are illegal so people can't get them, they become junkies, they start robbing people. Anything you use for yourself, I don't understand why there should be laws saying you can or cannot do that. It's absurd to me. Are drugs sometimes very bad for people? Yeah, certainly. They sometimes kill people, but then so does driving cars, or emissions from cars or factories. The whole world is toxic..."

Is directing a kind of drug too, given that it is addictive, expensive and can be hazardous to one's health. "Well it can be, as can money or sex. But again, I'm not judgemental. It's not good or bad, it's just there," he says and surprisingly links this thought to the movie. "I like the idea of coffee breaks, like this little situation of people having coffee, and smoking together, as something outside of the daily routine. And it's a drug! They get to use drugs, and take a break to get some stimulation from a drug. I like that as a device for a little conversation."

Jarmusch has more of a miniaturist's or a lyric poet's sensibility than that of a feature film-maker in some ways. His films are often accused of lacking plot, when what's really going on is an attempt to grasp a certain mood, to fix a point in time that feels imbued with ineffable feeling. It's this which makes his work, for all the Americana on display, seem more European or Asian, and not just because he often features non-American characters. Those long takes where people do nothing much in particular, the silences, the languor, may all seem random, but they're the product of a quite formalist imagination, despite Jarmusch's insistence that he's an intuitive film-maker.

I ask if his attraction to short films and long scenes springs from a desire to push the boundaries of cinema. "Yeah, I think of cinema as more like poetry, in that literary forms are so wide as a variety," he says. "You could write a novel or you could write a poem that's two lines long. But cinema is restricted commercially. The film must be under two hours because we can then get six screenings in a day instead of five, and we make more money. And I'm like, 'Shouldn't the film be as long as it wants to be?' So I like to have the idea that the film is free and the form is a little more free than that. I love form and I love structure, but I want the content to fit, the form to support the content and not the other way round."

In Coffee and Cigarettes, two characters discuss Paris in the 1920s, the golden age of modernism. Which era would Jarmusch choose to live in if he could go back? "New York in the late Seventies," he says, perhaps remembering a time when he studied literature at Columbia went to film school and was in a band.

"That's when I first lived in New York and it was so amazing. Anything seemed possible. The city was really dangerous, there was an economic crisis. There was the blackout, the Summer of Sam, the beginning of punk rock, the beginning of hip hop, the beginning of a new generation of underground film-makers and artists, Jean-Michel Basquiat... It was also disco, and excess, and that whole scene. Yeah, it was a lot of wow, a lot of weird things compared to today."

And how does it feel now about the city, especially after September 11? "Well, I've always loved New York because I thought of it as being not part of America, like a separate country. I used to love the graffiti in the Lower East Side that said 'US Out of New York!' September 11 was a huge traumatic experience for us, certainly for New York. It was very traumatic. And certainly I think the current American government probably hate New York. It probably represents everything they hate. It's a bunch of Puerto Rican, junkie, crack-head transvestites. They probably feel fine if it gets blown up.

"NY is always changing. It's not in a very interesting state right now, but it's still full of crazy, wonderful people. It's still NY, but it's more and more for the rich, and about real estate and controlling everyone and you can't smoke. It's like Eddie Izzard said, 'What will be next in bars? No talking, no drinking?'"

How does he feel when other people's films get described as "Jarmuschian". "It seems really strange to me," he says, almost shaking his head in horror. "I try not to be aware of my influence. I don't like historicising things. I've been horrified by them historicising the 'punk rock period', looking back, that kind of stuff, and it freaks me out because I just see it as all just one big ocean with new waves coming. Waves break off another way and they're exactly the same thing. I don't like it when they number the waves, like that's wave number 237. 'No, it's not, it's just part of the ocean, shut up,' I want to say."

It's time for one last question, and while the one I'd most like to ask is, "Can I have your life please?", instead I ask does he always wear black, as he is doing today. "No, not always, no!" he declaims. "I wore blue yesterday. I wear blue, black, even grey! It's a thing I have that started as a teenager, when my fashion role models were Hamlet, Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison and Zorro. And that really disturbed my mother, too. When I was 15 or 16 she was like [slightly nasal voice] 'Why are you always wearing black? It's so morbid and funereal!' And I was like, 'Try and say that to Johnny Cash, Mom!'"