I went to Berlin recently (LOOK AT ME IN BERLIN) and if there’s one thing Germany’s capital has a lot of, it’s graffiti. And branches of Lidl, but mainly graffiti.

Inevitably, film distributors have decided its high time they get in on the act and start spraying their banal promotional crap on walls too. The above A-Team stencil (my GCSE German makes that ‘Problem? Call the A-Team!’) was all over the city while I was there, and it’s full of jaunty angles and rough edges to convince you it wasn’t the result of a multi-million dollar marketing campaign.

Luckily, the day before I left somebody took to the streets to make a few corrections:

If only there was an equally efficient method of eradicating shit like this.

‘Regular readers’ will know how much I love a bit of Mumblecore. This week, the grandaddies of the scene are back in full effect with Cyrus, a comedy starring John C Reilly, Jonah Hill and Marisa Tomei. I’m talking of course, about The Duplass Brothers, the directing team behind such mumbleclassics as The Puffy Chair and Baghead.

Cyrus isn’t as bold as Noah Baumbach’s mainstream mumble Greenberg, but the three central performances are spot on and there’s plenty of subtle character stuff that’s very well observed, very funny and more importantly, very mumbly.

It’s a strange one to watch with an audience because the funny moments aren’t exactly signposted, so people tend to pick out different moments to find particularly LOLable. The man sitting behind me felt the need to do that ‘laugh and then do a single clap’ thing again and again to prove he was enjoying the film slightly more than the rest of us. I guess cunts will be cunts.

All in all, a satisfying transition into the Hollywood big leagues for the Duplasses, but I’d appreciate it if they could get the Mumblequeen back on board for whatever they do next.

… to put a pixellated bomb on a crow.”

We’ve already dedicated a ludicrous amount of bandwidth to Harmony Korine’s brilliant Trash Humpers, not only because it was the second film we did for Ultra Culture Cinema, but also because Warp Films are doing such a fucking amazing job with it.

It’s getting a home video released on September 20th and these are the formats you have to choose from:

		Enjoy waste fornication on the go with digital downloads ranging from 480×270 to 1280×720. It’s going to look shit whichever version you choose, so I wouldn’t worry too much about resolution. Actually, who am I kidding? 720 all the way bitchezzz. You can pointlessly ‘pre-order’ a download here.
		Probably the most practical format available (boring!), the DVD includes a 24-page booklet, a free A2 poster and even a variety of bonus features, including two short films (Mac and Plak, Blood of Havana) and 18 minutes of deleted scenes. Ouch. It also has some very nice cover art. Oooo! This pre-order might actually be worth doing. You get the DVD a week before release. That said, it’s quite a bit cheaper on Amazon.
		This is where things get silly/brilliant. Korine has individually created, and customised by hand, 300 copies of the film on VHS. Each comes in a totally unique vandalised package, like the rather beautiful example on the left. 150 are PAL and 150 are NTSC so get them while they’re hot. But beware, they’re not cheap.
		Finally, a very limited edition is being released on 35mm film print. Five (count ‘em) 35mm-gauge acetate-based theatrical film prints, consisting of four 1000 foot film reels, will be available – each one held in a print case hand-designed by Korine. The price? A steal at £7500. I e-mailed Warp to ask if they’d give me one of them, and was told… ‘Might be able to give you a print if you prove you have a 35mm projector at home to play it…’ Maybe next time.

Brucey’s looked better, hasn’t he?