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A Message from Dalila
Posted: Nov 05, 2010
Hello, my gracious movie lovers. I know you are wondering where I’ve been. Well, all I can say is…away. Here’s the thing; I have yet to master the art of determination and diligence. It is not that my love of films have waned – quite the opposite – out of all the things that have gone in and out of my conscience film remains. It’s just that my motivation wavers and I begin to question my reasons, my intelligence, and my talent.
I don’t know why it is films that grip me so. I thought that, when I was 17 years-old, my interest in films was only because I’d developed a fascination with Marilyn Monroe. But for some reason, 13 years later, I am head and shoulders deep in cinema and Marilyn Monroe films are not as important to me. Seriously, the shit won’t go away.
Like an addict, no matter how long I stay away, when I watch that one film or read that small article in Variety, or crack open that Film Noir Reader, I am back to salivating over the latest cinematic masterpiece. I am back to wanting to consume everything cinema.
What is a girl to do? Well, I started a website, which I am very excited about. I watched movies, wrote about them, loved them, and hated them and then…nothing.
I will tell you one thing; my sleep is not as sound, my steps are not as certain, and my shoulders are not as square as when I am immersed in my passion. Something’s got to give or I risk harm to myself. I spend so much time imagining what could be instead of becoming what I know myself to be. Studying great writers like Zora Neale Hurston and Langston Hughes only makes my heart ache. For those two were seemingly fearless in their quest to be literary greats. They lived and died for the written word. Dare I do the same?
Greetings...
Posted: May 21, 2010
My Roommate is in Jamaica, What Am I to Do?
Hey there Cineastes. It’s been awhile and there have been several occurrences in the movie biz. The Summer Blockbuster season is well under way and I’ve already viewed Iron Man 2. Yes, the blurbs that you have heard – and possibly because you have already seen the movie - have proven that the 2nd film was nothing to write home to momma about. Oh, like you was all that surprised.
I just got word that Megan Fox has been fired from Transformers 3. In case you don’t know Ms. Fox, in the past, has made some very disparaging remarks about director Michael Bay. Yes, yes Megan always spews word vomit and obviously her publicist appears to be on permanent hiatus but it seems this year the guys behind Transformers, most notably the director, have had enough of Fox’s verbal shenanigans. But one starlet’s loss is another’s gain. Gemma Arterton has now signed on to take Megan’s place. Yes, that Arterton who is known for playing the requisite girlfriend to Hollywood it boys in big budget IMAX tentpoles. Nothing’s been written in stone at this time so we shall see.
Speaking of Transformers, I’ve read about Shia LaBeouf shit-talking Transformers 2 and Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. While in Cannes promoting some other movie he said and I’m paraphrasing, both films sucked. True, but who is he to judge, in print anyway. I tell you, a couple of hits under his belt and all of a sudden he thinks he’s Francios Traffaut. I guess the saying, “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you”, is completely alien to these spoiled, entitled, and marginally talented actors. Despite all that I do like the guy. Shia has got to find his niche in this business and not be a puppet to a bunch of bigwigs who is just itching to replace him.
Last, but certainly not least, I must give a high Cinema Dala Flynt salute to the great Lena Horne. What a lady. Unfortunately, because of the biases of the day, Lena was not able to amass the kind of filmography a young movie buff can sink his or her teeth into. Instead she soared as a jazz singer and activist. She was stunningly beautiful and incredibly poised. She is an education in restraint for she had to hold her tongue in times where she could have balked. I am currently reading her biography, Stormy Weather: The Life of Lena Horne by James Gavin. So I’ll be commenting on that at a later time. I also had the chance to read Joseph P. Kennedy Presents: His Hollywood Years by Cari Beauchamp. This was also a very engaging book that taught me a lot about the early days of Hollywood and some silent stars, such as Fred Thomson, that I wasn’t aware of.
Well, my fellow movie buffs, I’ll holla.
Sins of the Studios...
Posted: Mar 31, 2010



