¡Torero! (1956;Bullfighter!)
75 minutes; 16mm reel courtesy of Tim Hunter; 1 Oscar nomination, 3 wins

Produced by George Pepper (alias George P. Werker) and directed and co-written by Carlos Velo¡Torero! is co-screenwriter Hugo Butler’s (alias Hugo Mozo’s) first attempt at docufiction: Butler, who unlike Pepper became a fan of Mexican bullfighting, mixes documentary footage with Procuna’s reenacting scenes from his life in order to give viewers the impression that they are watching the true story as it unfolds. The film captures the gripping story of Mexican bullfighter Luis Procuna, from his boyhood and training to the triumphs that followed as he rose to the peak of his profession. It is one of the only bullfighting movies that audiences who despise the sport can appreciate on other levels.

¡Torero! was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature. The film won a special Ariel Award, a National Board of Review (NBR) Award, and special mention in the Venice Film Festival. ¡Torero! was also selected as the Mexican entry for the Best Foreign Language Film at the 30th Academy Awards. New Yorker Magazine heralded ¡Torero! as the “Best movie about bullfighting ever made!”


This event is part of SFAI’s Visiting Artist + Lecture Series presents BREAKING THROUGH THE BLACKLIST FILM FEST: THE BUÑUEL-BUTLER-PEPPER TRIO.


De Kooning

January 1st, 1956
Seated Woman, 1952
Marilyn Monroe, 1954
Judgement Day, 1946
Pink Angels, 1945
Untitled, 1947
Interchange, 1955
Orestes, 1947
Ganesvoort Street, 1949
Woman, 1950’s
The Absurdly Chaotic Action of Nature *notice how much Basquiat was influenced by DeK
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Screams of Children Come From Seagulls, 1977
Women and Still Life, 1954
Untitled, 1967
North Atlantic Light, 1977



Memories and Endings of an Older S.F.

I hope he is at peace. He will certainly not be forgotten. He always brought people together, and still is, as many people have been sharing stories about him all day.

RIP Guido

Here’s Tom, probably saying something like “Get The Fuuuck Outta my Club!” That was his style.

*just heard through a friend who heard through the liquor store guy below Tom’s apt. that there were samurai swords involved. This story is going to get weirder….but it does not surprise me that he would leave this world in a really strange way.

Rule of thumb in San Francisco: if you want to know things, just ask “the liquor store guy”. They know everything about everyone in the neighborhood.