On Christmas Day in 1908, a child born in London's drab suburbs was given the incredibly ordinary Christian name of Dennis Pratt. But this child knew right away that the ordinary was not for him. In due time Pratt would give himself a new name, one that befit his true persona: Quentin Crisp.
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Angry Kid's hair flames out from both sides of his lopsided head like two blood-red pizza slices. He sits in the back of his father's car and spits obscene annoyances out of his gnarled lips. "My tape, my tape," he squeals. Pops puts in the tape and a wicked death jam blasts from the speakers. He eje
Richard Lester is the Brian Epstein of film. Or maybe the George Martin. Knowingly pop yet classically grounded, Lester made films with a unique stamp. Artful camera work, action shot simultaneously from several viewpoints, and rapid cutting techniques are hallmarks of his work, which combines elemen
Twenty minutes to collect 100,000 deutsche marks. Pulsating techno. Whip pans and fast edits. A fiery heroine with dyed-red hair frantically running to save her boyfriend's life. "The initial idea was an image," says 34-year-old director Tom Tykwer. "The image of a woman running."
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