Saw the magnificent Boyhood this past weekend, and besides compiling my own version of The Beatles’ The Black Album, I’m reading this New Yorker profile of director Richard Linklater:
At a time when independent cinema is often thought to be the Hollywood farm leagues, Linklater has claimed it as a bright alternative to studio production. Working with a team of actors, a few funders, and his own production lot, he operates more like the leader of a repertory theatre than like an industry director, turning out films that find broad national audiences across a vast stylistic range.
Read it now while the New Yorker’s archives are open.