Film Studies

It’s Always the Cool Teachers Who Get the Shaft

My favorite college instructor was a leftover hippie who lived on a sailboat on the Great Salt Lake. He was an anachronism in the conservative climate of the late ’80s, but he was cool and I learned a great deal from him about philosophy and life and how to approach new ideas. Last I heard, he’d been forced into an early retirement and had moved his boat to Puget Sound, a victim of interdepartmental politics and changing notions of what constitutes a good teacher.

Now I hear that another professor for whom I have some fondness has been denied tenure. The reasons cited in the denial letter (which is published in its entirety here) sound almost like the sort of “guilt by association” nonsense of the McCarthy era:

Far more times than I would care to mention, the name “Indiana Jones” (the adopted title Dr. Jones insists on being called) has appeared in governmental reports linking him to the Nazi Party, black-market antiquities dealers, underground cults, human sacrifice, Indian child slave labor, and the Chinese mafia. There are a plethora of international criminal charges against Dr. Jones, which include but are not limited to: bringing unregistered weapons into and out of the country; property damage; desecration of national and historical landmarks; impersonating officials; arson; grand theft (automobiles, motorcycles, aircraft, and watercraft in just a one week span last year); excavating without a permit; countless antiquities violations; public endangerment; voluntary and involuntary manslaughter; and, allegedly, murder.

 

Dr. Jones’s interpersonal skills and relationships are no better. By Dr. Jones’s own admission, he has repeatedly employed an underage Asian boy as a driver and “personal assistant” during his Far East travels. I will refrain from making any insinuations as to the nature of this relationship, but my intuition insists that it is not a healthy one, nor one to be encouraged. Though the committee may have overstepped the boundaries of its evaluation, I find it pertinent to note that Dr. Jones has been romantically linked to countless women of questionable character, an attribute very unbecoming of a Marshall College professor.

Fools. Bureaucratic fools.

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The Most Wilhelms in a Single Flick?

There is a particular sound effect that’s known to movie buffs as “the Wilhelm.” You’ve undoubtedly heard it: it’s a high-pitched male scream, kind of a “yaaaa-haagh!”, typically heard when someone meets a violent death like tumbling off a cliff, being eaten by some giant creature, or being run over by a truck. The sound is quite old, dating (according to most sources) to a 1951 adventure flick called Distant Drums, but these days it’s best known as a running gag in the Star Wars films — it is heard in all six of them, as well as the Indiana Jones and Lord of the Rings movies. Those movies only use it once or twice, though; Ben Burtt and his proteges apparently don’t want to overdo a good thing.

Whoever did the sound effects for the movie Them didn’t share this modern sense of restraint. I watched the classic horror flick tonight — if you don’t know the title, it was the first of the “Big Bug” cycle of the 1950s, those cautionary tales about the unforseen consequences of atomic testing coming back to literally bite us — and I counted at least half a dozen instances of Wilhelm. It got to where it was kind of distracting, actually, and that made me wonder if modern movie fans are maybe a little too conscious of the technical stuff. Surely an audience in 1954 wouldn’t have noticed that so many giant-ant victims issue exactly the same squeal as the die… or would they?

If you’re curious about this distinctive effect, here is a page about its history; go here for a list of movies and other media that have used it.

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Glimpses of Richard Donner’s Superman II

As I’ve noted before (repeatedly), I’m a big fan of Superman: The Movie, Christopher Reeve’s debut as the iconic character. The three sequels in which Reeve appeared, however, are another story. I was so unimpressed by Superman III that I haven’t seen it since its initial theatrical run way back in 1983, and I’ve never gotten quite drunk enough to endure Superman IV: The Quest for Peace, which is reportedly about as much fun as licking razor blades edge-on.

As for Superman II, well, it isn’t too bad, but even as a relatively uncritical kid I could tell that something was off about it. It just wasn’t as, well, cool as the first one.

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Trapped by the Mormons: More Info

For those who may be interested, I’ve dug up some more information on that DVD of Trapped by the Mormons that I mentioned last night. It looks like it’s been assembled by a small indie label (not unusual in the world of silent film, which is obviously a niche market that the big boys wouldn’t profit from) using 16mm source elements (there’s no known surviving 35mm print of this title). Blaine Gale recorded the score at the recently restored Peery’s Egyptian Theater in Ogden, Utah, rather than The Organ Loft, but the DVD includes a Thomas Edison short with a score by Blaine that was recorded at The Loft.

You can order this DVD here, if you’re so inclined. Click through to view a list of the specs and extras…

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Blaine Gale: Trapped by the Mormons

One of Salt Lake’s hidden treasures is this nifty little place called The Organ Loft, a monument to one man’s hobby that his family maintains for the benefit of local film lovers. So the story goes, Lawrence Bray fell in love with the sound of the pipe organs that once provided musical accompaniment for many old-time silent-movie theaters and, beginning in the late 1940s, he started acquiring components of these old organs as they were scrapped out of Salt Lake moviehouses. He assembled them in his uncle’s chicken coop, adding onto the building several times over the years as his instrument grew. Today, that much-enlarged (and improved) chicken coop is The Organ Loft. Owned and operated by Lawrence Bray’s nephew, Larry, it is one of the few venues in this country, and probably in the whole world, where you can see a silent movie in something close to the way our great-grandparents must’ve experienced it.

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Hitchcock Cameos

Courtesy of Evanier, here’s a fun little item for fans of classic cinema: someone has edited all of Alfred Hitchcock’s cameo appearances in his own movies into a four-minute video clip…

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An Interesting Question

Film critic Sean Means of the Salt Lake Tribune asks an interesting question while commenting on the weekend box-office victory of that instant classic, Jackass Number Two:

One of those attending [Jackass Number Two] was a coworker here at the Tribune, who was stunned by the amount of anal-related humor and the movie’s undercurrent of homoeroticism. Apparently Mr. Knoxville and Co. think it’s really, really funny to have objects inserted in people’s butts.
And still the question persists: Why did Larry Miller’s theaters – all four of them – find this movie suitable for its customers, but not “Brokeback Mountain”?

Miller, you may recall, had Brokeback pulled from the schedule of his Megaplex Theater chain when he found out it was about gay cowboys.

You ask a lot of questions like this when you live in Utah…

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Yummy, Part 2

As long as we’re looking at pretty girls today, here’s another photo I’ve had kicking around the old PC for awhile. That’s the charming Kirsten Dunst as Marie Antoinette in Sofia Coppola’s movie of the same name, which is due out in October.

Kirsten as Marie

I find that I don’t have much to say about this. What is there to say, really? Sigh…

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Yummy…

The image below is from an upcoming movie called DOA: Dead or Alive. (No doubt they had to spell out the name to avoid confusion with this D.O.A. and its remake; ah, who am I kidding? Nobody remembers those, they just spelled it out because it looked cool…)

I have no idea what this film is about and there’s every chance that it will stink like week-old salmon, but based on this one photo I’m probably going to see it anyway. What can I say, I’m a sucker for a pretty girl with a katana in her hand. Five pretty girls with katanas? Oooh, baby…

Probably going to suck, but oooh, baby!

The usual instruction applies: click to enlarge. (Unfortunately, it doesn’t enlarge much, but you can get a little more of a view…)

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