Film Studies

Bar Noir

Here’s a random bit of flotsam I’ve been intending to post for a while, a really cool photo of the great silent-film comedian Buster Keaton taken late in his life:

I found it over at Booksteve’s Library, where it’s theorized that this image has something to do with a number of beer commercials Keaton made for television in the 1950s. (Ironic, considering Keaton was an alcoholic.)

As I said, I’ve been meaning to post it anyway because I like Keaton and I like the moody, noir-ish atmosphere captured in the pic. But it’s got some special significance to me tonight, as I sit alone with my thoughts in a dark and quiet house. I’m feeling pretty moody myself, for reasons I’ll explain later. In the meantime, just enjoy this uncommon look at a genuine Hollywood legend…

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Today’s Chuckle, and They Live Again

A pretty good laugh, courtesy of SamuraiFrog:

Paris Hilton can’t find a record label willing to release her second album. Between that and Ann Coulter having her jaw wired shut, atheists appear to be losing the argument.

In an unrelated note, the Frog also mentions that remakes have been announced this week of more movies from the ’80s, specifically They Live, Romancing the Stone, and Arthur. While new versions of Romancing the Stone and Arthur sound like disasters waiting to happen, remaking They Live actually isn’t such a bad idea. I just watched this one last week for the first time in 20 years (good lord, how I hate saying things like that!), and I think it’s the exceedingly rare case I mentioned the other day of an idea that didn’t live up to its potential and deserves a second attempt. It had a great premise (an ordinary joe accidentally discovers there are aliens among us disguised as normal human beings, and that they’re controlling us with subliminal messages in our advertising and entertainment) and, if anything, the film’s social commentary probably applies even more now than it did back in 1988 (people are more obsessed than ever with mass media and self-destructive materialism), but holy crap was that movie a mess. All set-up, no pay-off, and a big disappointment coming from one of my favorite directors, John Carpenter. So, assuming that They Live Redux is more thoughtful than the original and not just an amped-up FX spectacle, this is one remake I might actually be interested in seeing…

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Forty-Six Years Through the Barrel of a Gun

To commemorate today’s release of the 22nd James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, allow me to present a nifty video clip I snagged from Jaquandor. It’s a compilation of the “gun barrel” openings from all the previous Bond movies, from 1962’s Dr. No to Casino Royale in 2006. Oddly, it even includes the “unofficial” Bond movie Never Say Never Again, which couldn’t use the gun-barrel thing due to legal issues (the history of NSNA is one long legal nightmare) but attempted something similar.

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Scalzi on Watching Movies in Theaters

Even with the increasingly astronomical ticket prices and all the ill-mannered half-wits who can’t unplug themselves from their text-messaging gadgets for 90 lousy minutes, I still maintain that the best place to see a movie is in an honest-to-god movie theater. Yes, I have an HDTV and a huge collection of DVDs (and let’s not forget those pathetic old VHS tapes!) and I watch movies at home all the time, but these are really just a pale substitute for what I consider to be the primal cinematic experience., i.e., watching a movie projected onto a screen while sitting in a dark room surrounded by many other fellow humans. And just why do I think that’s so cool?

Because when you’re watching a movie at home, even if you’ve got a few friends over, you can’t possibly replicate the shared electricity generated by several hundred people sitting on the edges of their seats during a chase scene, jumping in fear when the velociraptor attacks, tearing up when Yoda dies, or laughing in unison at the antics of Charlie Chaplin. Movies can be watched in solitude, of course, and that has its pleasures, too (remind me sometime to recount my first viewing of The Silence of the Lambs — all alone in a gradually cooling auditorium in the wee hours of the night), but my strongest, most satisfying movie experiences have always been communal. While movies don’t always generate a strong audience reaction (sadly, most of the time they do not), when they work their magic on a big crowd, and the crowd’s reaction mirrors and amplifies your own emotions… well, it can be a form of genuine transcendence.

That’s my theory, anyhow. The ubiquitous John Scalzi has another one that I think is interesting, too:

So what does the movie theater still offer viewers that you can’t get at home? I’m going to suggest something that I think is counterintuitive: It offers lack of control.

 

Take WALL-E … My family sat down to watch it the other night, but we came nowhere near close to watching it [un]interrupted all the way through. The phone rang and it was my wife’s mother on the phone; we paused it so she wouldn’t miss something. Then at some point we all decided a bathroom break was in order. Another pause. Later, snacktime. Pause.

Contrast this with how I saw WALL-E in the movie theater. Once the film started, it was out of my control: The story unfolded at the pace the filmmaker chose, and the story’s emotional beats came in a rhythm uninterrupted by my personal life and preferences. Short of walking out of the film entirely, I had to take it on its own terms — surrender my will to the story, as it were. As a result, the emotional highs of the story were higher, the funny parts funnier, and the wrenching parts (yes, there are wrenching parts in WALL-E) that much more affecting. In the theater, you are able to approach the movie as a complete work, and as complete experience in itself. How we know WALL-E or any other film is a really good film is by how it makes us feel — which is to say, how much the film sweeps us along and makes us a participant in its story.

 

Being able to pause and rewind and such is all very cool — they’re part of the reason people like to watch movies at home, and it’s especially fun with science fiction films, because thanks to special effects there’s usually something cool to stare at in the background. … But these features come at a cost: Each pause and skip degrades the actual viewing experience. Each pause and rewind draws you out of the story and makes you aware of the separation between you and what’s going on in the movie, and that keeps you from getting everything you can — or everything the filmmakers hope you can — get out of it. You’re never more aware that you watching a movie than when you’re watching it at home, because you have control over how it plays. The extra bits and the commentary tracks and everything else that comes with DVDs these days are all super cool, but they’re not really “extras”: They’re compensation for what you lose.

Sounds about right to me.

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Alphabet Movie Meme

I wasn’t tagged by SamuraiFrog to participate in the Alphabet Movie Meme, but you know me and memes…

Here are the rules:

1. Pick one film to represent each letter of the alphabet.

 

2. The letter “A” and the word “The” do not count as the beginning of a film’s title, unless the film is simply titled A or The, and I don’t know of any films with those titles.

 

3. Return of the Jedi belongs under “R,” not “S” as in Star Wars Episode IV: Return of the Jedi. This rule applies to all films in the original Star Wars trilogy; all that followed start with “S.” Similarly, Raiders of the Lost Ark belongs under “R,” not “I” as in Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. Conversely, all films in the Lord of the Rings series belong under “L” and all films in the Chronicles of Narnia series belong under “C,” as that’s what those filmmakers called their films from the start. In other words, movies are stuck with the titles their owners gave them at the time of their theatrical release. Use your better judgement to apply the above rule to any series/films not mentioned.

 

4. Films that start with a number are filed under the first letter of their number’s word. 12 Monkeys would be filed under “T.”

 

5. Link back to Blog Cabins in your post so that I can eventually type “alphabet meme” into Google and come up #1, then make a post where I declare that I am the King of Google.

 

[Update: Doh! I forgot to link back to Blog Cabins as requested. If any of my taggees happen to amble by, I hope you’ll see this and modify your posts accordingly… Sorry, BC!]

 

6. If you’re selected, you have to then select 5 more people.

Okay, for the sake of this little exercise I am going to do my best to choose titles you may not expect from me, given my usual obsessions on this blog. Which means, no Star Wars and no Indiana Jones-related titles. I will, in fact, try to avoid the Lucas-Spielberg ouevre. Just for the sake of variety, of course…

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Another Episode of the Utah Follies

Nothing irritates me faster or more thoroughly than when some finger-wagging scold takes it upon themselves to save the rest of the community from the creeping stain of immorality instead of simply minding their own damn business and letting others go about theirs. This sort of thing, unfortunately, goes on all the time here in my home state, something which I’ve been depressingly aware of since I was a fairly young boy. Not a month goes by, it seems, without a letter-to-the-editor from some ninny who thinks the windows of Victoria’s Secret ought to be painted black, or news of yet another effort to “simplify” Utah’s ridiculously arcane liquor laws. Just this week, I’ve encountered two major eye-rollers from the front lines of the never-ending culture war:

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Footloose Cast Reunion

You know, it’s funny… I remember being fairly indifferent to the movie Footloose when it first came out way back in 1984. Being the geeky boy that I was — oh, hell, still am — I was far more interested in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, Star Trek III, Ghostbusters, and even Gremlins. I snottily dismissed Footloose as a movie only girls would like. At some point, however, I did finally knuckle under and see it. I no longer remember why I gave in — maybe I was on a date or something — but I do recall that the setting was the old Cameo Theatre in Draper, the single-screen neighborhood movie house where I would soon have my first job, and if it was playing there, it must’ve been several months after the movie’s initial release. Surprisingly, it turned out to be not such a bad movie after all. In fact, I ended up enjoying it quite a lot.

Even so, I never anticipated how much that little movie about teens who want to dance would come to mean to me. With each passing year since 1984, Footloose has moved higher and higher up my list of all-time favorites. In part, this is simply because the movie was filmed near my home and it’s a wonderful time capsule from a lost era. It fills my sentimental need to see the world I grew up in and which is now long gone. And it’s a great feel-good flick where the good guys win in the end, and the bad guys turn out to not be so bad after all. But a bigger issue, I think, is that its message of continuing to think freely in the face of even well-intentioned oppression resonates with me more now than it did even in my teen years. Make of that what you will given recent topics on this blog.

Anyhow, not only do I love this movie, but I’m also a sucker for those cast reunions you occasionally see on TV; I like to know what’s become of people whose faces and voices are so indelibly printed in my imagination, to see how well (or poorly) the years are treating them. Which brings us, at last, to my point: The three stars of Footloose — Kevin Bacon, John Lithgow, and Lori Singer — recently appeared together on The Today Show, but I was only able to catch a few moments of their interview before I had to leave for work. Tonight, I thought to look up the video clip online, and I thought I’d share it with anyone who may be interested:

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Godzilla Meets His Fans

Because it’s turning out to be kind of a silly day anyhow, I thought I’d post this charming behind-the-scenes photo of Godzilla taking time out from his busy filming schedule to shake some hands and sign some autographs:

Godzilla does some schmoozing

More great Godzilla photos here, if you like this sort of thing. And you know you do…

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Metropolis Rediscovered!

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The previous entry reminds me of an item I meant to post some time ago but let slide, another story about a cinematic treasure turning up in an unexpected place. This time, it’s a complete print of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis, which has not seen in its long-form version for 80 years.

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