Showing posts with label Gary Oldman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gary Oldman. Show all posts
Friday, 14 July 2017
Gary Oldman as Churchill
First footage revealed of Oldman’s much-hyped performance as Britain’s wartime prime minister, set during the early years of his premiership.
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Wednesday, 9 October 2013
"The Man With a Turnip For a Head"
Narrated by Gary Oldman, "The Man With a Turnip For a Head" began as a short story written
by Metaphorest (Scotland). Visual artists from all over the world
created illustrations of the Turnip Head character and the world he
inhabits. musicinyourhead (London) composed a score to which many other
musicians contributed instrumentation.
The lavish visual resources were then animated by MarieIv (St. Petersburg) and remixed into this short film.
The lavish visual resources were then animated by MarieIv (St. Petersburg) and remixed into this short film.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
"Beat the Devil"
Humphrey Bogart made a film with Gina Lollobrigida called Beat the Devil in 1953. This isn't that.
Tony Scott made a short film called Beat the Devil. He's gone, but he left us this interesting film to remember him by. It stars James Brown, Clive Owen, Gary Oldman and Marilyn Manson.
No, I'm not kidding; that's the cast. Unless you count Las Vegas as a cast member.
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Clive Owen,
Gary Oldman,
James Brown,
Marilyn Manson
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
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John le Carré |
He has a website (hard to believe, but true), set up by his publishers (one assumes). On it you can find some comments by the man himself.
Let me tell you a few things about myself. Not much, but enough. In the old days it was convenient to bill me as a spy turned writer. I was nothing of the kind. I am a writer who, when I was very young, spent a few ineffectual but extremely formative years in British Intelligence.
I never knew my mother till I was 21. I act like a gent but I am wonderfully badly born. My father was a confidence trickster and a gaol bird. Read A Perfect Spy.
I hate the telephone. I can’t type. I ply my trade by hand. I live on a Cornish cliff and hate cities. Three days and nights in a city are about my maximum. I don’t see many people. I write and walk and swim and drink.
Apart from spying, I have in my time sold bathtowels, got divorced, washed elephants, run away from school, decimated a flock of Welsh sheep with a twenty-five pound shell because I was too stupid to understand the gunnery officer’s instructions, taught children in a special school.
I have four sons and thirteen grandchildren. It is forty years since I hung up my cloak and dagger. I wrote my first three books while I was a spook; I wrote the next eighteen after I was at large.
A good writer is an expert on nothing except himself. And on that subject, if he is wise, he holds his tongue. Some of you may wonder why I am reluctant to submit to interviews on television and radio and in the press. The answer is that nothing that I write is authentic. It is the stuff of dreams, not reality. Yet I am treated by the media as though I wrote espionage handbooks.
And to a point I am flattered that my fabulations are taken so seriously. Yet I also despise myself in the fake role of guru, since it bears no relation to who I am or what I do. Artists, in my experience, have very little centre. They fake. They are not the real thing. They are spies. I am no exception.
Thank you for your interest, your support, and kind words. Happily, I am deeply engrossed in a new novel. Sadly, this means that I can no longer devote the time and care necessary to responding to enquiries on this website. Please accept my sincere apologies, and address any professional problems you may have to my agents, Messrs Curtis Brown. With best wishes, John le Carré.
I loved the Alec Guinness version of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (1979), but am looking forward to the Gary Oldman version, due for release in January 2012.
Meanwhile, here's the trailer.
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