Cate Blanchett & Todd Haynes on the set of ‘Carol’ / Photo by heresnowflake
Last October 5th, MCA Chicago hosted a talk with the amazing duo of Todd Haynes and Sandy Powell discussing glam rock, filmmaking and Velvet Goldmine as part of the “David Bowie Is” exhibit. Moderated by Professor Bruce Jenkins, here are several and interesting “Carol” details that were discussed during the Q&A:
I am inviting all fans of The Price of Salt novel, Carol - The Movie, Cate Blanchett, Rooney Mara, Sarah Paulson, Patricia Highsmith & all the fandom to visit & join the new Carol Fan Community & Forum.
A place where you can interact with fellow fans of CAROL aka The Price of Salt about the novel, movie, cast/crew or just about anything. Fans can also enjoy the special section wherein you can discuss any topic in your local language. If you’re feeling creative, there’s also the ‘Fan Creations’ section where you can post and view Carol/The Price of Salt FanArt and FanFics.
Feel free to browse the Community & hope to see you at the new fan forum!
Keep on spreading the ‘Carol’ love.
NO LONGER NEED YOU KEEP YOUR TEMPEST OF FEELS LOCKED UP WITHIN YOU, FOR LO, HERE BE A FORUM WHERE THEY MAY FROLIC FREE AS THE WIND WITH OTHERS OF THEIR KIND
Thanks to Valentina Alfonsi for the information.
'Carol' has been tipped or wished by many to premiere at the Venice Film Festival this year, but Venezia chief Alberto Barbera has said that 'Carol' wouldn't be ready until Spring 2015.
Does this mean that we’ll finally see ‘Carol’ at the croisette in 2015?
I realize I haven’t told you about books I’ve loved in a (long, long) while. Not because I haven’t read books I’ve loved. I have just been lazy, I guess. Anyway, let me tell you about The Price of Salt, that I recently reread as I’m impatient to see its adaptation with (wife) Cate and (lover) Rooney.
Years ago, when I was in high school I was delighted to find The Talented Mr. Ripleyin the school library, since I had just watched and loved the movie. I was avidly reading it in the hall, when my Lit teacher told me: “I hope you’re reading The Trial, too!” We were working on Kafka’s masterpiece, and Welles’ adaptation. And even though I was reading The Trial, I finished Ripleyin a week. I had fallen in love with Patricia Highsmith’s writing. The following week I was reading Strangers on a Train. “You know what you should read next?” Ms. Beduneau told me one day after class. “The Price of Salt. ” I said I’d look for it in the school library. “Oh, you won’t find it at school, they wouldn’t have ‘that kind’ of story…which is an absolute shame.” She took a dog-eared copy of the book out of her bag and held it out to me. “But you should read it.” To this day, it’s still one of the most beautiful gifts she gave me (and she is an excellent teacher, so her teaching was a gift already.)
I was sixteen when I first read The Price of Salt and it crept right under my skin. It is a ride, an experience, because it is so many things at once: a coming of age story, a road-trip adventure, a thriller (in the thrilling has-you-on-the-edge-of-your-seat sense of the term), and a love story. I remember shivering every time a gust of winter wind got in the car, through Carol’s ever-opened windows (although it was a rather sunny April when I read it). I remember the excitement of traveling West, and following on a map the cities and towns Therese and Carol stayed in: Defiance, Chicago, Waterloo— oh, Waterloo! And I remember vividly falling for Carol as she swayed out of Frankenberg’s, her fair locks catching the light, the sound of her gloves slapping her hand, the clinking of her heels on the floor, and her fur coat gently brushing her ankles. Pat Highsmith's style is so pure, and so precise you can hear, you can see, you can smell; and of course you can feel. Oh, how you feel!
DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE PRICE OF SALT YET AND GO READ IT ALREADY (TRUST ME ON THAT ONE)!
You feel the voids in the conversations, and you always wish Therese or Carol would say more, but you know they can’t. You feel the shift in Carol's moods. You feel Therese growing annoyance with Richard and you urge her to leave him already. You feel the fear, and the freedom when Therese finally utters the words, you feel sheer joy when Carol returns the sentiment and kisses her. You feel a pang of worry when you understand they’re being followed, and you want them to escape as your heart beats faster. You feel like punching the private eye, you almost wished Carol would fire the gun; and you despise Harge. You acutely feel the frustration of Carol's absence…
Ten years later, I feel all those things again and more. I used to resent Therese for wanting to forget Carol, because of such a trifling reason (the painting). I couldn’t really resent Carol, she had an impossible choice to make. I used to frown at Therese when she even dared compare Genevieve and Carol. Couldn’t she see? Carol was one of a kind. Is one of a kind. And she was the one. The one who still made that impossible choice and chose her over Rindy. It even made me questioned if she deserved Carol. But now, now I see that she needed to grow, and grow out of the fascination a little to really love her. To love her like a woman, like the woman she is, not an icon. The ending, also is important, because satisfying -which was not the case of lesbian love stories at the time (it usually ended in murder, suicide or any other terrible demise). Here you have a glimpse of happiness, at the happiness Carol and Therese will have being together. It ends at the right moment too: you have just enough so you can be reassured on their future, but not too much so you can imagine it. Those are the best endings. I have grown and evolved with The Price of Salt, and each reading brings the same emotions, and yet something new to it, too. Now, go read it again!