Аль Пачино / Al Pacino
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Отредактировано ilona (18.08.2010 02:38)
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Джули спасибо за создание темки одному из самых ярких и талантливейших актёров. Аль Пачино очень люблю, уважаю и с огромным удовольствием наслождаюсь его игрой, правда больше всего нравятся роли 70-х - 90-х годов. Из последних работ более менее интересны - "Бессоница", "Нужные люди" и почему-то отсутсвующий в твоей фильмографии фильм - 88 минут.
Отредактировано Elena-P (24.08.2010 16:38)
Поделиться2822.06.2015 19:03
Al Pacino on His Return to Broadway, Robert De Niro, and Age-Appropriate Roles
Photograph by Justin Bishop.
The actor sat down with us to talk about his latest film, Manglehorn.
BY JULIE MILLER
Al Pacino seems tired, and understandably so. At 75, while most men of his age and means are retired, the Oscar winner is recovering from directing a production of, and accompanying documentary about, Oscar Wilde’s play Salomé—a two-pronged passion project which took him six years. He is promoting the third in a trifecta of indie movies released in two years in which he plays a character grappling, in some part, with age. And he is readying himself to return to Broadway this October to star in the new David Mamet play China Doll. About a billionaire on the verge of semi-retirement, Mamet said he wrote the play specifically for Pacino, and teased the project as being “better than oral sex.”Wearing a rumpled pinstriped suit during a recent sit-down in Beverly Hills, Pacino was feeling less enthusiastic about the venture. “I would rather work less, to be honest with you. I have young children [14-year-old twins with actress Beverly D'Angelo] that live out here so I’d like to be more involved with them, because I am a single dad. I share custody. So that gives me a lot to do. What I’d like to do now is,” he trails off, seemingly unsure of what that is exactly aside from not working. “I've gotta do the Mamet play, which is daunting and large. It’s just two characters. So I’m right now just coping with that.”
What’s most impressive about Pacino’s workload, other than the apparent stamina it requires, is that he’s managed to find so many recent roles that fit his two qualifications these days: they are age-appropriate, and they are unlike any character he’s played in his hundreds of varied projects over the past five decades. While Pacino is the first to admit that his female peers have a much harder time finding roles once they pass Hollywood’s perilous 40-year mark, the actor says that even he has difficulty getting parts that are suitable for a septuagenarian. (And Pacino, being one of the finest living actors, period, still gets a lot of scripts.) So when he stumbled upon the recent string of indie projects, and the opportunities to play people struggling with some of the same human issues he is, he jumped. (He stars as an aging, eerily Pacino-esque actor in The Humbling, an aging musician in Danny Collins, and an aging locksmith in the David Gordon Green drama Manglehorn, out in theaters this Friday.)
Although reviews were mixed about the first two films, Pacino enjoyed his recent on-camera experiences. “I like the three roles I did recently because they all go into what it is to be aging, what it means, how it changes you,” he said, speaking slowly, like he was working out a complicated math equation aloud. “I didn’t do these movies to get off some kind of track. I did them because they were there, and they were age appropriate, and they were covering some aspect of my understanding at this point in life. I like the idea of being able to feel a certain confidence in the fact that I am expressing something that I have some sort of knowledge of,” he says. “There are fewer age-appropriate roles as you get older. As long as you know that,” he says, letting his fingers, covered in chunky, Scarface-appropriate rings, gesticulate the end of the sentence.
When we asked which of his characters Pacino would want to revisit if the opportunity presented itself in Hollywood’s current shameless reboot climate, the actor says, “None of them.” Still fearless in his appetite to explore uncharted emotional territory, Pacino likens his creative process to that of Jackson Pollock, the abstract painter who created his work impulsively. “Jackson Pollock paints all at once, and if he sees a figure in the painting that he recognizes, he throws the painting away. He paints from the unconscious. . . . I like to work from that.”
Naturally, talking about and analyzing his roles with press seem to defeat his creative mission statement—to feel, without much thought or analysis. Although he did less press in the days of The Godfather, Scarface, and Serpico—believing that audiences were better able to accept actors they knew little about personally—Pacino has recently found himself doing more interviews for his films. Still, he tries to keep certain details private.
When we bring up the fan letter Pacino says he recently wrote Tom Hanks, the actor declines to disclose the role that so impressed him, only saying, “It was a recent one.” He explains that he doesn’t make a habit out of writing letters to fellow actors, but in this case, “I don’t know why but I was so taken with a particular thing he does. Tom is affable and so amiable a guy that you don’t think of him as one of the greatest movie actors that ever lived. He does it easy. I just felt so moved by what he did. ”
At a different point in the interview, we ask which co-stars Pacino keeps in touch with. “I see Bobby [De Niro] every time I go to New York, so I see him a lot,” he says, thinking. “I see Bobby Cannavale a lot. I enjoy spending time with them.” When we follow up, asking what Pacino and De Niro do during their meetings of the great Godfather acting minds, Pacino deadpans, “Basket weaving.” (And no, Pacino does not have an update about that long-gestating film reunion between De Niro and Pacino that Martin Scorsese is attached to direct, The Irishman: “I would imagine [we’ll still make it], because the script is so good. But it’s been a long time that it’s been on the burner, so to speak.”)
Pacino is more comfortable talking about his Manglehorn co-stars, both of whom are unlikely—Harmony Korine, the Spring Breakers filmmaker and a white fluffy cat who plays Pacino’s only confidant. Of Harmony, with whom Pacino shares some great comedic chemistry, the actor says, “I am in awe of this guy. . . I started a scene with this guy and he starts [improvising], I couldn’t keep a straight face. After [the scene] is over, I went up to him and said, ‘You’re not an actor only, are you? Because you’re like a genius. You’re like the James Joyce of acting.”
As for the cat: “I’ve always had an affinity with animals. Actually, I live with dogs. Dogs and kids [and] every animal that comes over. I had a bird in my house the other day. I don’t know how it got there.” He stops smiling to issue a very serious warning should we ever co-mingle pets in our household. “You have to watch out for the friction between the animals.”
Pacino brightens the most, however, when he speaks of those kids he would love to get back to. The youngest still have not seen his movies, and Pacino is fine with that. (“I’m dad to them. Dad is dad. There’s the lamp. There’s the TV. There’s the couch. There’s dad,” he laughs. “I fall into that category. Furniture.”) His eldest, Julie, is an aspiring filmmaker, whom Pacino is happy to have in his industry. “I stay away from encouraging it too much. But I do my body-language thing. But if one of my children has certain talents, why not encourage it? And appetite is big. You like to encourage appetite, and appetite changes. But I’m so happy that Julie is sticking with it.”
Pointing out proudly that she has already eclipsed her father at one skill, Pacino adds, “She was one of the top softball players in the state of New York. She won a prize. It was impressive, I must say. I used to be a baseball player. I remember being very encouraging about playing ball with her. She turned out so good, so much better than I was ever. But while she was doing her athleticism, she was [also] making little movies at age 14. My youngest daughter, she's been doing it since she was six or seven. Today, they grow up with the Internet, animation and all of that. It’s another world. I like it because it’s creative. And it’s active, it’s not passive.”
Поделиться2922.06.2015 19:07
Al Pacino Is a Man Drowning in Regret in Manglehorn
David Gordon Green’s Manglehorn is a character study that starts off pretending to be something else — though I can’t say for sure what that something else is. The character in question is a sad-sack Texas locksmith, played by Al Pacino. He’s got a commodities trader son (Chris Messina) and an ex-wife he claims he never loved. He’s got a granddaughter he adores. He’s got a pimp pal (Harmony Korine!) in a porkpie hat, eager for his business. He’s got a sick, constipated cat, whom he cares for greatly. He’s got a lovely bank teller friend (Holly Hunter) with whom he could pursue something more — but he seems curiously oblivious to her charms. There are many doors, it seems, that he could open and walk through to a better, more fulfilling life. But no. That van he drives around, emblazoned with the words “Manglehorn Lock & Key,” is more than a vehicle — it’s a symbol for the state of his heart.
What Manglehorn does do is spend much of his time writing flowery letters to a long-lost love named Clara. He’s been writing them for years, filling them with painfully romantic pronouncements: “You could’ve saved the world with those eyes. You could’ve stopped evil in its tracks.” And: “You remember how you used to whisper about the future to me, right before we’d fall asleep?” And: “The only thing I want to do anymore is love you. Even hearing those words makes my heart pound.” The letters come back stamped “Return to Sender,” and every day Manglehorn goes to his mailbox, which has a beehive growing right under it (more symbols!), and picks up his daily dose of rejection.
In his very first films, David Gordon Green distinguished himself as the rare Terrence Malick protégé with his own aesthetic and vision: Films like George Washington, All the Real Girls, and The Undertow combined a youthful verve and playfulness with Malick’s ethereal Americana. That feels like ancient history now: The prolific Green has since carved out a surprisingly diverse body of work, with improv pop comedies like Pineapple Express, sturdy adaptations like Snow Angels, and wonderfully evocative doodles like last year’s Prince Avalanche. Yet I can’t help but feel Malick’s influence in Manglehorn’s florid, almost embarrassingly personal letters — in the way they open up the raw, childlike emotions stirring within. But the way Pacino reads the letters is anything but childlike. In voice-over, he speaks in a broken murmur, the voice not of a man in love, but of one drowning in regret.
ts around a bit before getting to what seems like the heart of the matter — the protagonist’s inability to connect with the world because of the way he’s locked things away inside. He can’t get over Clara, or this idealized vision of Clara he’s created in his head. And as touching as Pacino is here, the film doesn’t truly come alive until Hunter fully enters the picture. A belated, uncomfortable date between the two of them is the high point, both because it features two of our finest actors getting to play off one another, but also because it locks the film and its themes into focus.Green clearly wants to break free of the typical molds of telling these stories. He experiments stylistically now and then with slow motion, flash-forwards, and elliptical cutting, and you can sense his frustration, his desire to impose some personality over this small slice of life. At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder if Manglehorn might have been more affecting — leaner, sharper, better able to draw us into its small-scale world — if Green had dispensed with the formal playfulness. There’s a powerful austerity to Manglehorn the man’s tale that Manglehorn the film itself — well acted and touching though it often is — doesn’t quite match.
*A previous version of this review misidentified the DGG film as Underneath, not Undertow.
http://www.vulture.com/2015/06/mangleho … mance.html
Отредактировано karina72 (22.06.2015 19:09)
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Аль Пачино: с сыном по магазинам
Пишет: thorkhild
21 июня 2013, 11:27
Аль Пачино был замечен папарацци во время похода по магазинам на Беверли-Хиллз. Сопровождал 73-летнего артиста его 12-летний сын Антон Джеймс. Светские хроникеры сразу заметили любовь обоих к черному цвету: правда, Аль предпочел классический вариант (пиджак и брюки), а Антон – спортивный (ниндзя-футболку).
Напомним, что мамой мальчика является Беверли Д’Анджело, с которой Пачино встречался с 1996 по 2006 год. У Антона есть сестра-близнец Оливия Роуз, но в этот раз ее на прогулке не было.
Близнецы – не единственные дети артиста. От отношений с Джен Таррант у Пачино есть 23-летняя дочь Джули Мэри (хотя, наверное, Жюли Мари правильнее?). Если вы заметили, у всех троих отпрысков актера двойные имена))
Источник: Daily Mail
Поделиться3504.09.2015 09:40
Al Pacino’s ‘Danny Collins’ is so charming he doesn’t need to be good
BY KAORI SHOJI
SPECIAL TO THE JAPAN TIMES
SEP 2, 2015
ARTICLE HISTORY
What’s the difference between Bill Murray and Al Pacino these days? Not much. Pacino might be shorter, Murray might have less hair, but otherwise they could be spiritual brothers from alternate cinema universes — seriously. Someday, a producer will stumble upon that truth and make a buddy movie with the two of them. In the meantime there’s “Danny Collins” starring Pacino, which opens in Japan the same week as “St. Vincent” with Bill Murray.
They’re both delightful films, affording the same sort of dry, bitter flavor redolent of old sherry. Pacino and Murray can be major assholes, but that’s part of their charm. They’re the kind of guys older women dream of dating, mainly because they seem open to the idea of dating older women. Besides, few men can get over the hill and still know how to spew one-liners with attitude and a wink. If you’re in the mood for pointers on life after 60, Murray’s Vincent is the go-to guy, but for soul-searching after 70 — with John Lennon’s greatest hits playing in the background — Pacino’s Danny is your man.
Having just piled on the compliments, it’s a tad regretful to have to say that “Danny Collins” isn’t one of Pacino’s best works. And that’s putting it kindly. Danny is rich and obnoxious, an aging rock star schmuck who lives in the Hilton and hangs out with Annette Bening. He has no idea of the struggles of the 99 percent, the plight of fast food workers or the devastating effects of climate change. (At least Vincent was aware of the problems of modern life and was depressed about them.)
Danny has lived the past four decades in a haze of money, drugs and a succession of young, hot babes to share his overprivileged existence with, thanks to a platinum album he sold back in the 1970s and an enduring fan base consisting of mainly of old women. He doesn’t even have the decency to get twinges of existential angst.
One day Danny’s agent and best friend, Frank (Christopher Plummer), finds a letter written by John Lennon, recovered from a private collection. It turns out Lennon (whom Danny idolized back in the day) had listened to Danny’s music in 1971 and taken the trouble to offer words of wisdom to the young musician about how fame and fortune can’t corrupt an artist’s work, they can only corrupt themselves.
“Danny Collins” is loosely based on real-life events, and director Dan Fogelman drills into that mine like a fracker hell-bent on short-term profit. Almost instantly, Danny goes from remorseless old man with a ridiculous wardrobe to a mature human being who wants to make amends — with himself, his music and an estranged 40-year-old son named Tom (Bobby Cannavale). It’s a convenient change of heart, but there’s no chance to dwell on the details, the story on at breakneck speed — “I can’t waste any more time,” says Danny.
He moves into the Hilton in New Jersey (right in Tom’s neighborhood) and sets about flirting with classy hotel receptionist Mary Sinclair (Bening) by day while trying earnestly to rekindle his musical flame by night. Danny even installs a grand piano in his room, though the man hasn’t written a song in ages.
The family thing is a more difficult. Tom seethes with contempt for a father who neglected him for so long.
A blue-collar worker with a saintly wife (Jennifer Garner) and a small daughter, Tom pointedly tells his father that he has spent his whole life “trying not to be like you.” Ouch. “Danny Collins” would have benefited from more of the gritty father-son conflict, but Tom capitulates all too soon and Dad is let off the hook without having paid his familial dues.
The takeaway lesson is that after you reach a certain age, it’s not about money and status but the will and ability to charm.