It's 1994 and he is still a virgin, to his defensive embarrassment; he's into alternative hip-hop and dresses like a skater. His parents fight a lot, he won't upgrade to CDs, and makes really good mix tapes with all his cassettes. He's going off to college, and everything is going to change.
"Richard Serra’S monumental steel sculptures are among the defining works of art of our time. Serra is wonder fully articulate, whether talking about his early paintings, Brancusi’s influence upon him, the historical context in which his work developed, or the public controversies and even hostility his art has engendered. He elucidates how “matter imposes form on form,” the unique qualities of steel, and how a space may move simultaneously in two directions — with a lexicon that includes gravitational vectors, open and closed volume, tectonics, conical sections and torquing elipses. An installation of several immensely heavy steel plates (40 tons each) at the Bilbao Museum highlights this elegant portrait of the art world’s man of steel."
A period British comedy? Before you run to the exit door, listen to what Colin Odell and Michelle Le Blanc have to say about it...
Nome Próprio, a Brazilian film that transposes the complicated universe of the writer Clarah Averbuck to the big screen won the top prize at the Gramado Film Festival, the biggest Latin American festival in the world, which closed on Saturday.
John Waters once said it was the best movie ever made. Although that may have been something of a camp exaggeration, Russel Meyer's Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965) surely is one of the best-looking, most stylish 'trash' movies ever made. And it so happens that it's going to get the Tarantino remake treatment - come to think of, why hadn't anyone thought of it before? It's a pop cinema dream come true. There were reports that Britney Spears was considered for the main role that the Amazonian Tura Satana had played in the original, but she said no in the end. I think she's wasting a chance to get a career revival injection that Tarantino gave to Uma Thurman and John Travolta in Pulp Fiction. In any case, I look forward to seeing the Tarantino remix of the best film ever.
We got into the spirit of the Beijing Olympics (well, not quite) with a DVD review of Mardi Gras: Made in China, David Redmon's portrait of a bead factory in Fuzhou that provides Mardi Gras revellers stuff for their fantasy. Simple and effective, the film gives the anonymous workers a face and a voice and carnival-goers something to think about.
Not too long ago Kamera published a two-part feature article on the legendary Brazilian master of horror, Coffin Joe, who, although not so popular in Europe, has a strong cult following in America and, of course, in Brazil. He's been making his wild, baroque horror fantasies since the early 1960s and last Friday released his latest offering, Encarnação do Demônio (pictured). The film has been announced as a 'super production', is distributed by Fox's Brazilian branch and will be shown at the upcoming Venice festival. Not bad at all. We at Kamera wish Joe Coffin's latest film a frightfully good run.
Lots of fresh goods on Kamera. First, we have an article aout a very instigating competition where applicants are invited to submit personal narratives on video, paper or photography. We also have a feature article on vampires, an excerpt from the new Pocket Essentials title on the theme. Finally, Hannah Patterson tells us all about the latest edition of Britdoc, which took place last week. 
