Bizarre bike safety film from 1963.

Also, worst Planet of the Apes ever </ comic book guy voice>

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"Your suffering polishes you"

The great Toshirô Mifune in Duel at Ganryu Island. The third in the Samurai trilogy directed by Hiroshi Inagaki.

Perhaps the best book title of a book that never was. Featured in The Lady Eve starring Henry Fonda & Barbara Stanwyck

For Merlin.

Just a few examples of the perplexing, sometimes disturbing, often inspiring artwork found in polish film posters.

Courtesy Polishposter.com

A peek behind the scenes of Fritz Lang’s 1927 masterpiece Metropolis.

Happy Easter Weekend Peeps!

Amazing. The guys at MammothMedia.tv created this short film using nothing more than a Nikon D90 and a copy of Adobe After Effects. Oh yeah and experience. Oh, and talent.

I mean common!

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A Colt Is My Passport (1967) - directed by Takashi Nomura and starrring Joe Shishido. Well I mean, come on. Based on the stills alone this has got to be a must see.

I’ve decided the best way to determine what film to watch is by referencing film stills. If they can get it right there then it’s well worth giving the multi flickering version a chance and thankfully I’ve stumbled upon a great tumblelog called I Love Hot Dogs which is serving up the stills thick and fast.

In 1962 David Lean’s epic masterpiece Lawrence of Arabia was released in all its Super Panavisual glory. Peter O’Toole, Alec Guinness - those cats knew what was what and cinematographer Freddie Young…that guy…he knew how to work a camera.

Early in the film a young Lieutenant Lawrence is given orders to go to Arabia to determine the intentions of Prince Feisal. Lawrence, thrilled at the prospect is reminded by Mr. Dryden of the Arab Bureau that for ordinary men the desert is a "burning fiery furnace."

"No, Dryden. It’s going to be fun", Lawrence counters and extends a lit match to Dryden’s cigarette. There then comes a seemingly simple sequence. Lawrence, pushing up his sleeve, brings the still burning match to his lips, smiles and extinguishes it with one deliberate puff of air. Instantly the film cuts to a shot of the morning sun rising over the desert.

In under a second we’ve been transported from the relative cool of a well appointed office in Cairo to a desert ready to ignite under a scorching sun all through the simple act of blowing out a match. Transition perfection.

Film scholars can speak with greater authority on the technique of such a jump cut (and lordy do they ever). All I know is that as a boy, I exhaled with Lawrence as he blew at that match and then just as quickly drew in a sharp breath as the transportation registered. Sublime.