Mamo 2014 #337: Porn Me King Call Vogel

Remember the days when a movie like Jack Ryan would come out, do whatever business it would do (or not do), and we would get together and analyze the project in depth in terms of why the audiences were (or weren’t) responding to it? These aren’t those days. A potpourri episode of Mamo ensues! Ryan! Bats/Supes! Marvel! Ebert! Armond! Time Bandits! And more.

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Mondays Suck Less – TIFF edtion


A few tidbits left over from this year’s edition of the TORONTO INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL. (Look for our Mega-Wrap post of the fest next week.)

12 Years A Slave won the People’s Choice Award, here is the press Conference:

And of the many Public Screening Q&As:

Here is TIFF’s Tribute to Roger Ebert:

Canadian Filmmaker John Grayson Starts Hunger Strike due to being detained without reason in Egyptian prison. (For over a Month and counting…)

Alex Billington (FirstShowing.Net) continues his Tempest in a Teapot complaint of Cell Phone use in Industry Screenings — Where it is Permitted (And the Todd Brown’s HuffPo rebuttal)

Mamo!’s Matt Brown asks if disliking a filmmaker should affect viewing their film over at Twitchfilm

Master Documentary Filmmaker Frederick Wiseman on this ‘novel’ approach to documentary craft.

Mamo #306: The Death of the Film Critic, Part Deux

Critics reacted to M. Night Shyamalan and Will Smith’s After Earth and fans reacted right back, in the only way they know how: erratically. With more layoffs at “real” publications, and Twitter telling us what we already think anyway, is proper film criticism dead?

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Cinecast Episode 303 – Prolificity

With Andrew’s new night school/work schedule things are a bit weird in the Cinecast scheduling department, but we still manage to get to a lot of new ground (and some old Australian ground) in this 3+ hour episode of The Cinecast. Two definitely “off the beaten path” films from a Hollywood standpoint to talk about. Yet both as different from each other as they could possibly be. We introduce a new segment to The Cinecast this week with our weekly “Game of Thrones” recap in which we realize that although this week’s episode covered more ground in 55 minutes than most television covers in half a season, it still left about a third of the character threads off the screen this week. A healthy Watch List harkens back to Australian (not really) blockbusters, Harmony Korine’s previous works and a couple of straight to DVD pictures that might (might) surprise you.

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Mamo #252: On Ebertfest, Part Three

We wrap up our Ebertfest 2012 coverage from the Valois Cafeteria in Chicago IL, with an in-depth chat about A Separation, Take Shelter, Higher Ground, and the meaning of faith in the universe. Special bonus: surreptitious Q&A audio clips!

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Mamo #251: On Ebertfest, Part Two

Live from the Aroma Cafe in Champaign, IL, we continue to recap Ebertfest as it happens. Today we discuss the beautiful film Terri, a terrific program of shorts accompanied by the Alloy orchestra, and our thoughts on a panel about VOD vs. the future of theatrical moviegoing.

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Mamo #250: On Ebertfest

Mamo comes to you from Champaign, Illinois, the home of Roger Ebert’s Film Festival – Ebertfest! We sit down on a park bench to discuss the festival and three of its films: Joe vs. the Volcano, Big Fan, and Kinyarwanda. Plus a big shout-out to the Jane Addams Book Shop.

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Read exerpts from Roger Ebert’s Memoir: Life Itself


Any time Roger Ebert puts up his own person reveries on the past, it is the best reading over at his Sun-Times Journal. Even tough I more or less agree with his politics, I find his personal processing and musing of his past to be 1000x more compelling. Today he put up the opening pages of his Memoir there, and it is well worth your time.

When I returned to 410 East Washington with my wife, Chaz, in 1990, I saw that the hallway was only a few yards long. I got the feeling I sometimes have when reality realigns itself. It’s a tingling sensation moving like a wave through my body. I know the feeling precisely. I doubt I’ve experienced it ten times in my life. I felt it at Smith Drugs when I was seven or eight and opened a nudist magazine and discovered that all women had breasts. I felt it when my father told me he had cancer. I felt it when I proposed marriage. Yes, and I felt it in the old Palais des Festivals at Cannes, when the Ride of the Valkyries played during the helicopter attack in Apocalypse Now.

I was an only child. I heard that over and over again. “Roger is an only boy.” My best friends, Hal and Gary, were only children, too. We were born at the beginning of World War II, four or five years earlier than the baby boomers, which would be an advantage all of our lives. The war was the great mystery of those years. I knew we were at war against Germany and Japan. I knew Uncle Bill had gone away to fight. I was told, your father is too old so they won’t take him. He put bicycle clips on his work pants and cycled to work every morning. There was rationing. If Harry Rusk the grocer had a chicken, we had chicken on Sunday. Many nights we had oatmeal. There was no butter. Oleo came in a plastic bag, and you squeezed the orange dye and kneaded it to make it look like butter. “It’s against the law to sell it already looking like butter,” my parents explained. Daddy and Uncle Johnny ordered cartons of cigarettes through the mail from Kentucky. Everybody smoked. My mother, my father, my uncles and aunts, the neighbors, everybody. When we gathered at my grandmother’s for a big dinner, that meant nine or ten people sitting around the table smoking. They did it over and over, hour after hour, as if it were an assignment.

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