Yesterday the Philadelphia Weekly‘s Matt Prigge ran a piece about the last six “name” directors who are committed to shooting on film to the very last, women screaming, tortillas all over the floor, cannonballs smashing through the chapel walls, damn the Mexicans, “use your sabers!” Aren’t there more than six? Imagine, in any event, the clenched jaws and fevered sweat of Paul Thomas Anderson, young Fess Parker, Wes Anderson, Chris Nolan, Steven Spielberg, alive-again Buddy Ebsen, Rian Johnson, Hans Conreid, Darren Aronofsky and Paul Thomas Anderson…”fuck…fuck!…get the Panavision Panaflex…shoot…shoot to the last!”