Tele-documentaire 48 minutes. Narration et sous titres en francais. Disponible pour le marche francophone mondiales. Un bon projection avec Un Peu de Monnaie SVP (version anglais Spare Change) -animation 7 minutes - Contactez nous pour plus d’info.
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Co Hoedeman’s 55 Socks at Montreal World Film Festival du Monde
55 Socks animation film will have a premiere this week. Please join us August 27th at the Imperial Theatre. Check our Festivals page for time and dates of upcoming screening
Based on a poem by Marie Jacobs, the animated short 55 socks, by Oscar-winning director Co Hoedeman, pays tribute to the ingenuity of the Dutch people during a dark period of their history – the winter of hunger in 1944-45. It’s the closing months of the war in occupied Holland and some women unravel a beautiful bedspread in order to knit 55 socks to barter for food. Reaching back into his childhood memories, Hoedeman has made a simple, poetic film of rare beauty.
2011, 08 min 37 s
- Directed by
Co Hoedeman - Produced by
Laurie Gordon MusiVision - Peter Lindhout for Coconino – Holland
- Julie Roy for the National Film Board of Canada
Riders of Death Valley – A new film by director-animator Gerald Potterton
MusiVision’s at it again producing Gerald Potterton’s short film Rider’s of Death Valley.
Memories remembered, and narrated by the author, of his life in England from the early 1930’s until his 1950’s emigration to Canada, and illustrated through a fast changing series of sights and sounds via photographs,film clips,drawings,cartoons,paintings,animation,advertisementsetc to create a mostly humourous scrap book of those years.
Memoirs leading up to and including his first attraction (but not a final one) to everything aviation.
Release date 2012.
Painting by Gerald Potterton.
Internet film Ryan Larkin: Return to Art
To clarify Ryan Larkin was not my lover. Living loving and learning with Ryan Larkin was what happened to happen when I met Ryan in 2002. I have lots of film of him and I and the menagerie NOT seen in the documentary film Ryan’s Renaissance. A multi-platform internet based film is what I’m thinking of creating from these hours of amazing fantastic footage.
What are we up to lately? Post Hot Docs and other tribulations
Let us begin where we left off, I spent much longer than I though I would at Hot Docs- genre-centric film festival – I dare say “more academic” and not just because the industry events take place on a university campus. Filmmakers and their intellectual pursuits, and the not so much, interested in saving, changing or exposing the world are also to blame.
Films are screened at various downtown venues including the supersize me TIFF Lightbox. Hot Docs is well organized and the festival admin folk are on the ball. Thanks Gabor and Sarafina.
Some familiar faces from Berlin.
Amazing this cycle of festival tramps.
What really peeves me: darting eyes when you’re talking to someone and they’re looking over you’re left shoulder to see if a “better opportunity” is available. Off putting to say the least, this fluctuating eye movement and body language are not forgotten. I guess this is more about aspiring director producers. Broadcasters and distributors are less guilty of this – while the producer and directors are trying harder than they should. This ain’t feeding the hungry. Just sometimes. Tip of the day: One never knows when the bottom becomes the top.
Little pricks. ; )
Yes of course we’re all here to get ahead but being real is part of the deal. After all , who wants to do business with someone who really isn’t that into you – ya know.
I include myself in this lump sum. Anyway , the gist of the whole darn thing is that the business of documentaries is alive and kicking according to Hot Docs 2011.
Footnote: A strange panel of “game show” style vignettes (in my opinion the worst of”) was on macabre display at a certain Canadian broadcaster panel, intended to inspire documentary film makers. That was awfully strange, jaw dropping in fact. This closes the latest.
Just got off the phone with Gerry Potterton
I’ve been working with Gerald Potterton for the last few years. We are working together on several film projects from remastering some of his classic animation works originally produced by Potterton and Reader’s Digest USA.
Gerry and I are forging ahead with a feature film in development “Dick and Gerry” about Gerry and his animator friend Dick and their immigration from England to Canada. Based on his true life experience. A comedy-drama feature film set in the 1950′s.
What’s coming up…
Footage footage and more footage. We’re working on several projects following very interesting people around with a camera. It’s hard to focus both literally and figuratively when you spend time with amazing people while having a camera in front of your face “capturing moments” at the same time. Not very zen.
Haunted Hungary… I Spy…
I’ve been travelling in Holland and now Hungary for all of February. In Holland we were working on post-production for Oscar winning director Co Hoedeman’s stop motion animation film 55 Socks. A short animation tale about the Dutch hunger winter based on a poem 55 Socks from the book A Safe House written by Maria Jabobs. It will be starting it’s festival run late summer. While I’ve been gone (and still on the road) Ryan’s Renaissance screened at the film festival Rendez vous de Cinema Quebecois, aired on Canadian television on CTV/Bravo. Instead of getting all dressed up for film festivals I’ve been travelling through Hungarian villages recording dialects for a voice recognition project. Roughing it with the village people. Lots of macho man.
Oh! Did I forget to mention the Berlinale – that was strange. I guess after a few Berlinales I’ll get used to the Nazi Topographie of Terror museum the remains of Hitler’s SS HQs. Maybe not. The Berlinale Berlin film festival takes place in the very buildings where Nazi party members partied, where Hitler & Co. planned in drunken stupors and lusted for the next kill. Is it the Reichstag. Near enough..? I think so..anyone? Haunted Hungary is full of it too.
Be careful what you wish for you might just get it…How I wish being in three places at once could make me more efficient with more time to get all dressed up. I guess my computer and internet does the job. Last year, I wished to travel more and now, I don’t see it ending anytime soon. I miss my dogs.
What’s next? I’ve been filming footage for my next film I Spy My Father, talking about Berlin. Budapest. I’m in Szeged now. Mysteries and secrets I cannot reveal just yet, unravelling and investigating. Politics of yesterday reinvent themselves compounding “Official” stories still in circulation after decades. I heard one first hand last week. Camera was rolling! I got some amazing footage.
Propaganda is alive and well in haunted Hungary.
Had an incredible photo op at my mother’s family house on Andrassy Ut -the Schanzer Villa which became MUOUSZ (Magyar ujsagirok szovetsege)
Hungarian Journalists Press Club who moved into the house in 1941 proud of their HQs for the past 60 years. I wonder if the journalists would be proud of how they got their LEFT RIGHT muddy hands on the building.Rumour has it gramps went bankrupt before he could finish it…and they still repeat the speech to prospecting investors today.
Then how could my mom be born in the house years after the house was erected and grandfather died in, 28 years later , in the same room.
. It’s awfully (e)strange(d) to be in the country from which my parents fled at different times (1956/1949) but always tumultuous.
Hungary – up for grabs.
An Oscar won’t save you from the rest of your life
Call me an Oscar cynic. The Oscars are glamourous, huge, incredible – just the two words together Academy Award , that one special night, the hype leading to it, the images so powerful, showers us in electric beads, shiny skin and lots of money. I’ve met, known and worked with nominees, winners and losers (still bitter after decades for not winning). The stories are different from the inside out. Oscar is hip hype, and the finger on the button for next up fashion and film wins, and have nots. As a commercial awards entity, I think the Oscars is the last bastion of the industry as it was. I somehow doubt it will be held in the same regards perhaps 10 years from now, or less. We’ll see.
