Matthew Dessem

@matthewdessem.bsky.social

I’m the enchanting wizard of rhythm. I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe.

If you have the Criterion “His Girl Friday,” you should watch the special feature about the restoration of “The Front Page” even if you don’t care about watching “The Front Page” because it is genuinely uncanny.

Today is a good day to read Ray Bradbury’s “There Will Come Soft Rains,” but it is *not* the date featured in the original story. That was April 28, 1985. A few months later it was republished as a chapter of The Martian Chronicles with the date changed to fit the book’s timeline.

The cover of the May 6, 1950 issue of Collier's with the page showing "There Will Come Soft Rains" original publication.A blurry closeup of the original publication of "There Will Call Soft Rains" showing that the original date of the story was "April 28, 1985."

Finally got around to watching Aftersun on Blu-Ray—I think I saw it streaming on HBO before?—and it is as great as I remembered but it looks and sounds maybe ten times better than I remembered. Also an extremely precise period piece without making a big deal of it. A perfect movie.

Paramount+ should stripmine the catalogue for more IP. We need a BLACK SUNDAY series where every week a deranged Goodyear blimp pilot tries to kill everyone at a different sporting event

Are the “Make it Make Sense“ talking heads better known for other work or something? I understand what is happening with 60 Minutes taking a flyer on people like Douthat who are not camera-ready but have familiar names; I don’t understand what WaPo is doing at all.

CHEERS! to the photo editor who illustrated a story about the bad optics of Anthropic scanning and pulping rare books with a rare book about optics! JEERS to AI companies and their destructive book-scanning projects!

An early edition of Isaac Newton's "Opticks: or, A Treatise of the Reflexions, Refractions, Inflexions and Colours of Light," opened to the title page.

They blew up the chicken man in Philly on Sunday, March 15, 1981. So the guy singing “Atlantic City” wants his girl to get all dolled up to go to Atlantic City on a Monday night, between the Sunday casino buffets and St. Patrick’s Day events the next day. The only live entertainment I could find:

An ad for Judy Cahill playing at the J.T. Lounge.

There is one and only one qualification needed to be a film critic: Leave behind a series of newspaper clippings suitable for an Act II ”the mystery deepens” microfiche montage. Everything else is just product reviews.

A newspaper photo of Andre Sennwald's penthouse apartment, destroyed in an explosion, headlined "Critic Dies in Blast."A newspaper clipping about Andre Sennwald's death, headlined "MYSTERY VEILS FILM CRITIC'S DEATH BY GAS." It has a portrait of Sennwald.An overhead photograph of Sennwald's destroyed apartment, headlined "PENTHOUSE DESTROYED IN EXPLOSION."A newspaper clipping about Sennwald's death, headlined "Mystery in Gas Death of Film Critic."

Recently watched “Interview With the Vampire,” with its horrible Guns N’ Roses cover of “Sympathy for the Devil,” and just watched “Fallen,” which ends with the Stones’ version sounding *terrible* (Netflix compression? 1998 surround? Dunno!) so now I’m rolling the original. Good song, unadulterated.

If Alamo had announced a “no service inside theatres” approach to the ArcLight space they would have instantly become the conquering exhibition heroes of Los Angeles for the next several years. Instead they just created a massive opportunity for everyone to talk about how annoying they are

If you really want your moviegoing to have that analog magic, that inimitable sense of light passing through celluloid, of imperfections and flaws and battle scars and history inscribed into each and every print, you gotta start watching those 9.5mm prints where the sprocket hole is between frames.

A strip of 9.5mm film, with sprocket holes in the center of the strip, between each frame.

Here’s something I wrote for The Dissolve about premium exhibition formats back in 2013, when the Chinese Theatre took out its film projectors for digital IMAX. Photochemical film was not as dead as it seemed then, but movie theaters have always been one format gimmick after another.

Change comes to Hollywood’s famous Chinese Theatre—again

When Hollywood’s famous Chinese Theatre reopens this week, with a 3-D IMAX screening of The Wizard Of Oz, it will no longer have a film ...

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Film distributors hyping new exhibition formats, from Fox Grandeur on down, is not “fetishization,” it’s just part of the carny atmosphere of the movie business (and entertainment in general). There is no shame in being a popcorn salesman unless you keep insisting you’re a priest.