Experiments in Weirdness, Episode 4: Don't Answer the Phone! (1980) and Prime Evil (1988) - Grindhouse Double Feature

 In this series, "Experiments in Weirdness," I will examine the weirder, darker corners of filmmaking. I do not mean anything negative by calling these films "weird". Many of the films will be artistic, short films by serious and respected artists. Others will be utter trash.


What I have done is to create a list you can find here:


Random Weirdness Generator https://boxd.it/cUdCo


I will randomly select a film from this list and watch it. Mostly I will try to provide my real-time comments.


Another real-time disaster, in two parts:

Well this is grim. Police are buffoons. And the assault scenes are hyper-realistic, to a disturbing and uncomfortable degree

But it's also kind of boring

Okay the LT just stepped up. Gettin' things done.

The DVD looks good for SD.

This movie I'm watching is a classic... A classic time-waster.

One of the many "Don't" horror films

Many of these cult/grindhouse/drive-in movies are deplorable

This movie is so tonally off-balance...

It's got some good comedy moments. And I can see a sort of proto-Homicide feel to the gallows humor and the homicide detectives' attitude where they don't bother with drugs or prostitution...But the killer is so disturbing while the cop story line is more humorous

Wow there's actually some interesting character development

Interesting closing with a silent credit scrawl...It's difficult to respond to this movie. It's definitely unique

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After a brief intermission, on to my second feature.

I'm just gonna start cold because the movie did.

The actress playing this nun has less range than Kristen Stewart.

When breast implants go wrong...

Everyone in this movie feels the need to give expository monologues, like immediately upon being introduced.

This is like someone saw The Exorcist and decided to make their own version, but had neither the time, inclination, nor money to properly research the subject. Low-rent Prince of Darkness.

Every line of dialogue is so frakking literal and on the nose.

Quite entertainingly bad.

I've kind of lost track of the plot by this point. But then again it seems the writer and director have as well.

Both of the films I've watched tonight have been somewhat giallo-inspired...

The actress playing the nun is possibly the worst acting I have seen since beginning this dive to the lower depths of the iceburg...

This is more quickly paced than Don't Answer the Phone!, but with such an aimless plot that's not saying much...

There is a character in this that seems an homage to the killer from the last movie

This character just woke up and is comforted by a maid/housekeeper. This is the first time we saw the character. It's nearly an hour in. Another character has been talking on the phone to her boyfriend the entire movie. He just appeared on screen for the first time. Turns out he's a cop and important to the plot.

Actors stumble in an out of the plot like the drunkards and junkies they're portraying.

More time has been spent with a trio of gym rats than with actual important characters and plot developments.

There's like 20 minutes left but characters are still having second act conversations...

Dude playing the rogue priest sounds like Robin Williams

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE NUN??? The one who was infiltrating the Satanists...???

Finally

So the Nun shows up out of nowhere at the end and saves the day...

Then she monologues to all the people she saved like she's known them all her life.

She just met them.

Why should I expect any different from a movie that started three of its first five scenes with characters monologuing?.

It also occurs to me the cop was in an early scene. I remembered this not because of character development or interaction, but because she started the scene with a fucking monologue.

The cop was so bland I forgot 1) that he was in the movie and 2) that he was the main character's love interest.

So, yeah. That happened

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Experiments in Weirdness, Episode 3: Land of the Minotaur, AKA The Devil's Men (1976)

In this series, "Experiments in Weirdness," I will examine the weirder, darker corners of filmmaking. I do not mean anything negative by calling these films "weird". Many of the films will be artistic, short films by serious and respected artists. Others will be utter trash.


What I have done is to create a list you can find here:


Random Weirdness Generator https://boxd.it/cUdCo


I will randomly select a film from this list and watch it. Mostly I will try to provide my real-time comments.


Another real-time thoughts edition:


Donald Pleasence and Peter Cushing! You just know it's gon' be good!


Interesting... Greek production I think? Brian Eno does the music...


Interesting head cannon if this were the same priest from Prince of Darkness...


Donald Pleasence's take on an Irish accent is interesting... Nice to see that an Englishman's Irish brogue is just as bad as an American's.


I think the American copies have a title card switch. Letterboxd has it listed as The Devil's Men.


So far this Mill Creek Drive-In collection set has yielded good results.


The movies are exactly what I expected with my random weirdness.


The villain of the piece has a meet-cute with Final Girl. He is a baron and they're camped on his land. But he cool wit' it.


Man the local police are assholes.


"Your friend is missing... What do you want me to do?"


Well... you're the police. So... Your job? Investigate?


"I can get you a room at the local inn. The owner recently died, so I'll have to check..."


Creepy kid syndrome


No one will be seated during the infamous unpacking-in-the-hotel room scene!


His jewel-encrusted cross also doubles as a comb!


We are trying to find our missing friends and the girl got attacked last night but let's wander among the ruins like we're tourists...


Wow. They stumbled onto the evil lair fairly quickly. Only 30 minutes in.


There is a sarcophagus which opens into an underground cavern, which further leads to a temple... And they are completely casual about this discovery


Wow, I'm surprised they even reacted to the falling chandelier


Meanwhile, back at the Inn...


When the local Baron sends you his Cadillac and driver to pick you up, you best not pass on the invitation...


Somehow I thought there might be more to a scene with two powerhouse actors... Instead they exchange five lines of dialogue, possibly never to meet face to face again for the rest of the film.


I just realized that Pleasence's Irish accent comes and goes


He was doing a heavy brogue in that one scene... Since he went to investigate, he is just speaking in his normal accent.


The movie's soundtrack seems to be comprised of the motion tracker blip sounds from Aliens


Part of the problem with this movie is that both the main girls - the abducted one and the one searching for her bf - look the same so I keep getting confused.


That is a common issue particularly among 70s films and the casting of blond actresses... But in particular to this Drive-in set. All 3 movies from it have had the same issue. 


My partner has commented on this numerous times as I subject her to these cult classics.


I've had to reverse and rewatch the same part several times because I was sure I missed something. Turns out it was just bad editing all along.


Apparently the KKK started in Greece and, contrary to popular belief, are Devil worshippers...


And to add to the confusion... Both the blond girls I mentioned earlier are dressed similarly, with the same denim short-shorts. I swear they used the same outfits for both characters.


It's better than most of this type but there are definitely some logical shortcomings and inconsistencies. Defo worth watching though.


Alright they got the van started! Now this priest gon' tear some shit up!


But no. Immediately they find the bodies of their dead friends. So nihilistic!


Okay I think the priest seems to know more than he lets on...


Ah this is another one of those "the-whole-town-is-in-on-it" plots.


Amazingly common with these types of films


Okay now they're gonna tear some shit up. The priest and his travelling companions just made a pact to go Phantasm 2 on these Devil worshipping mothahfuckahs!


Oh. When he talked about the weapons we need to fight them they weren't talking about welding two double-barrel shotguns together. They were talking about prayer and spiritual prep.


And apparently fetching the *same* jewel-encrusted cross they established earlier...? That he already had with him at the Inn...?


Jesus Christ this third act has no sense of urgency.


Drive back home...do spiritual prep...friends are in mortal danger but let's approach the evil temple at a lackadaisical pace...


It has less than 10 minutes left but the movie doesn't feel like there are mere minutes to go.


Ah in the final moments the power of Christ compels theSatanists...to EXPLODE!!!


Not today, Satan. Not today. You got six other sacrifices before this but we saved these three.


Also, the children survived... The same children who actually were doing the killings...but their souls are "incorruptible"?


I mean one might argue they were already corrupted but nice take movie.


And with that the movie just stops.


70s "B"/cult/exploitation movies are a unique breed. Upon the climactic moments most just stop without any form of denouement or proper conclusion.


I suppose this is an attempt to harken back to 40s/50s movies which often did the same thing. But still. Kind of leaves an empty feeling.


All in all it was a good, moody, effective thriller, despite its utter lack of thrills.

Experiments in Weirdness Episode 2: Nothing Left to Fear (2013)

In this series, "Experiments in Weirdness," I will examine the weirder, darker corners of filmmaking. I do not mean anything negative by calling these films "weird". Many of the films will be artistic, short films by serious and respected artists. Others will be utter trash.


What I have done is to create a list you can find here:


Random Weirdness Generator https://boxd.it/cUdCo


I will randomly select a film from this list and watch it. Mostly I will try to provide my real-time comments.


Another real-time thoughts edition:

A family moving into a new house in the country. Such a clever premise.

Well it's a pastor's family so this is a bit different. So far it's kinda slow but not bad. Some good editing with rising tension.

Clancy Brown as the town's previous pastor. Guess he's retiring?

His character just confirmed it... "I'm ready to retire"... "This town is ready for new blood." Hmmmmm... Foreshadowing!?

Ooh! Nice first night scare!

This is turning out to be a nice family drama with a few scares. Like if they suddenly dropped some gore right into the middle of a Seventh Heaven episode.

Townspeople are acting a bit strange and there are teeth in the family's welcome-home cake.

But that's all right since Cute Boy Who Slaughters Lambs is showing the eldest daughter all the cool hang out spots. Like under the bridge. Or laying on a log.

The movie is filmed mostly hand-held and many scenes are shown in long or wide shots giving it a voyeuristic feel. The townsfolk are staring at the young girl and every once in a while we get an over the shoulder shot like someone...or something...is watching from afar.

I had assumed this would be a throw away film since it's a second feature in a double pack with Lords of Salem.

But it's got a nice creepy vibe to it. One of those "the whole town feels wrong" kinda joyntz.

Holy shit! The mother IS Anne Heche. This while time I've been thinking, "gee the mom really reminds me of Anne Heche"... And it is!

Talk about slow burn... Nearly an hour in and we have had two weird dreams and a couple of odd occurrences. I do give the film points for not doing random needless jump scares

And then just as I write that there is a jump scare w/music sting.

But it does seem that the director opts more for odd character behavior, creepy stalkers, and what-the-fuck moments than in-your-face jump scares.

So, doing better with building the tension than 90% of these kinds of movies

The movie is 100 minutes. If anything it's a bit slow and boring. Should have been more like 75-90 minutes instead

Finally something happens as the younger daughter is kidnapped from the town block party

Hmmmm... Blood rituals. I'm starting to not trust these nice townfolks

Ah the good ol' spreading blackness/corruption trope. Oh I get it now! The mouse the younger sister saw when they first moved in represents the underlying corruption and evil lurking below the surface of this seemingly normal, nice rural town

Ah, heavy-handed metaphors. Gotta love them. And then lamb's blood on the door. Nice touch.

A lot of people make fun of the "distended face with blackened eyes and mouth" trope but I find it incredibly effective and creepy.

It's a Samara cult!

Daughter is infected by the little girl from The Ring. Awwww isn't that sweet, she's doing the creepy crawl thing!

Okay this movie just lost all believability when a kid jumped out of the back door of a car. An ultra-religious family and they don't have the child safety locks engaged? Come on!

A few nice Lynch-inspired shots of traffic lights.

Ah I just got it... Silent Hill meets Seventh Heaven! That's the mash-up I've been trying to name!

So with a small town like this I have to wonder if there isn't at least one family that's moved to town recently that isn't up on the local rituals, they don't know to put lamb's blood on their door... Do you think they meet their demise as well as the family the movie focuses on?

Hmmm... At least they got the "arteries spray, veins seep" rules right.

So as a new family rolls into town with cheaper Jake Gyllenhaal, I am left to wonder how does The Church (denomination unspecified) not notice that they keep asking for replacement pastors?

Otherwise, a fittingly grim and circular ending. The new song by Slash slaps.

Better love story than Twilight, Love Games, or 50 Shades of Grey. I have not see 365 Days yet but I'd be willing to venture a guess.

Experiments in Weirdness Episode 1: Love Games

 In this series, "Experiments in Weirdness," I will examine the weirder, darker corners of filmmaking. I do not mean anything negative by calling these films "weird". Many of the films will be artistic, short films by serious and respected artists. Others will be utter trash.


What I have done is to create a list you can find here:


Random Weirdness Generator https://boxd.it/cUdCo


I will randomly select a film from this list and watch it. Mostly I will try to provide my real-time comments.


Another real-time disaster:

Given the drug use in this I would prefer to watch under conditions where I can rip my bong first. But I am watching this before work. The things we do for our obsessions...

But this is the promise I made, to watch everything on this list randomly.

Dude in this movie looks like he's related to the lead singer of the Wonders...

Going by the 10 minute rule - by 10 minutes in you can decide if you like it or not... I like it so far

Wow this is very subversive. Or at least it wants to be...

Okay shit just got weird

Reprehensible, unlikable characters... Yay!

It's funny how the movie is saying curse words but the subtitles are redacted...

It's the original audio but its mixed language. Some is English and some is Indian. Occasionally an English curse word slips out as well

So far... Not very erotic. This was made by someone who does not seem to understand eroticism.

Okay so this guy who has been cutting himself and stalking a doctor whose lawyer husband beats her... Hands her a tape where he sang a song to explain how he wants to heal and change... I wonder if the autotune is what she heard or if it's just for the audience benefit...

Is this made for TV? It feels like it's made for TV

I'm enjoying its awfulness of it all

It has an intermission but the transition is so clumsily edited

So this movie features Indian Jonathan Schaesch falling in love with Indian Selena Gomez.

I can see that this movie is trying to play with tropes and cliches but the director is not deft in his handling of the material and the acting is...yikes

It's trying to do too much at once... Make a statement about self harm but also be an erotic/party movie but also be subversive but also do a "Gentleman's Agreement"/Strangers on a Train kind of thing...And it's all a jumbled mess

So far there have been about 4 different plot lines each of which would have made a sufficient film but instead they tried to do them all at once

And this lady is not practicing proper trigger discipline!

I love when a movie title has its own tagline

Going into the final act, I feel some kind of twist coming...

The worst crime a film can commit is to be boring and at least this film isn't boring. It has kept me engaged.

And oh my god this becomes Double Jeopardy in the end!

I gotta say though I kind of liked how the twist played out in the end. I saw the setup 100 miles away. But the ending does redeem the film somewhat.

So let's list the movies this was trying to be... Vertigo, Strangers on a Train/Gentleman's Agreement, Double Jeopardy...Dangerous Liaisons.

Experiments in Weirdness Episode One: Flower and Snake (1974)

In this series, "Experiments in Weirdness," I will examine the weirder, darker corners of filmmaking. I do not mean anything negative by calling these films "weird". Many of the films will be artistic, short films by serious and respected artists. Others will be utter trash.


What I have done is to create a list you can find here:


Random Weirdness Generator https://boxd.it/cUdCo


I will randomly select a film from this list and watch it. Mostly I will try to provide my real-time comments.


I have watched many on the list already, this is the first movie that I responded to on a deeper level.


I do not seek to judge, but to explore:


Real-time thoughts and beyond for Flower and Snake.


A rich dude hires a salaryman to train his wife to be subservient/submissive to BDSM roles.


This is the basic plot of the film, but it turns out, that isn't what it's about.

It's completely reprehensible and I feel like I need a shower for enjoying it but it's kind of funny in a messed up sort of way. It has a sardonic, dry, satirical wit to it.

With this film we are officially off the beaten path...

So I have the dubious privilege of seeing where hentai tropes come from. Lovely.

And then it swerves to comedy again. This is... Unbelievable.

But wow the ending if this movie was an interesting turn. It's about learning to confront past trauma, move past it, and leave toxic people aside.

I was not ready for this picture.

Wow. It's also about how the submissive in a BDSM relationship is rhe one with the real power. Holy crap. I was ready to write this off as completely reprehensible especially for its use of forced/nonconsensual sex but it managed to redeem itself. Quite the rare beast indeed.

Better love story than Twilight. Or Fifty Shades of Grey for that matter.

I realize my thoughts here are not overly verbose or long-winded. Can be a good or bad thing but just as the film is a scant 70 minutes or so, also is its point briefly and most brevitously made.

It kind of smacks you over the head with the solution to Makoto's problem which is dichotomous in nature; he is impotent and also suffers of anxiety, due to his mother's toxic hold over him.

While one reading of the use of forced and non-consensual sex is that Shizuko (and women in general) deep inside want to be dominated, that they just need "the right man" to give them what they want, I think there is a power dynamic at play here that is the most important factor in any good BDSM story, because it holds true in every successful BDSM relationship.

It's a factor that the afore-mentioned 50 Shades misses completely and part of why it fails as a BDSM story. Namely, that the submissive has the power in a proper relationship. The submissive says the safe word, which ends all play of it goes too far.

And by the end of the film (and I think she also realized this at the beginning as well), Shizuko realizes that because these men desire her, she holds power over them. A powerful statement at a time of shifting cultural norms all over the world.

Experiments in Weirdness Episode 0: Love Feast (1969)

I am starting a new series, "Experiments in Weirdness." In this series I will examine the weirder, darker corners of filmmaking. I do not mean anything negative by calling these films "weird". Many of the films will be artistic, short films by serious and respected artists. Others will be utter trash.


What I have done is to create a ranked list you can find here:


Random Weirdness Generator https://boxd.it/cUdCo


I will randomly select a film from this list and watch it. Mostly I will try to provide my real-time comments.


I do not seek to judge, but to explore. With that, my real-time thoughts for Love Feast.


Wow. Psychedelic sleaze.

Just when you think you've seen everything...

Edward Wood is Mr. Murphy. Sleazeball as he is he's a better actor than a writer/director...

This is uncomfortable.

Seeing much more of Edward D. Wood Jr. than I ever thought I would...

Almost seeing Ed's Wood...

Multiple times. For most of the movie. So yay for that.

At least the girls randomly jumping the taxi driver's bones is believable. Less so is Wood's sleazy photographer getting laid because he (barely) sweet talks a girl into having a tryst that eventually spirals into a full-on orgy.

There is a wry humor to the proceedings.

It doesn't take itself seriously.

I do so love late-night excursions into depraved cult films.

This is little more than an ever-increasing pile of girls. One woman comes in after another. Thus Love Feast.

But it has a charm somehow, a unique quality to it that lies somewhere between disgust and fascination

The main factor is to have fun with it, and I had a good time, that's what matters. Even if it is poorly photographed and edited with a chainsaw

Holy shit though, I just checked the time. I was sure it was about 45-50 out of 59 minutes. 38.

Almost there.

Even if it is completely pointless - I mean it's not porn. It's completely pointless and in the end no one is satisfied...

And then two plumbers show up out of nowhere

One of them looks like Nicholas Brenden

Free love, y'all

Okay. This actually seems to be headed towards a twist/reversal.

Where the women turn the tables on this slimeball and take agency over their sexuality, dominating that which had once dominated them.

Fuck.

This actually has a point?!?!

I mean, it could just be his kink.

But still.

The hell.

A nudie film managed to blow my mind.

And actually made me think. I mean the orgyistic mass of writhing bodies loses any hint of eroticism yet when Murphy is made to submit to the women near the end there is a structure, almost formality to the composition and editing, accompanied by the almost ritualistic presentation which could play to people who have such inclinations.

I kind of feel like I'm losing my mind. This is just sheer weirdness.

NGL the short 60 minute run time drags a bit near the end.

This even has subtextual levels due to Wood's love of cross-dressing!

It's a fucking onion!

This is a great start to my weekend weirdness!



Best Picture Series: The Great Ziegfeld (1936)

 The Great Ziegfeld

1936

Release date: 3/22/1936 (L.A. Premiere)

185 minutes

Director: Robert Z. Leonard

Screenplay: William Anthony McGuire

Assistant Producer: Sidney Algier (Uncredited)

Producer: Hunt Stromberg

Cinematography: George J. Folsey (Segment "Ziegfeld Roof Numbers" - as George Folsey); Karl Freund (Segment "Ziegfeld Roof Numbers"); Merritt B. Gerstad (Hoctor Ballet); Ray June (Melody Number); Oliver T. Marsh

1.37:1 Aspect Ratio

Nomination Year: 1937 - 9th Academy Awards Ceremony

Won: Best Picture; Best Actress - Luise Rainer; Best Dance Direction - Seymour Felix (For "A Pretty Girl is Like a Melody")

Nominations: Best Art Direction - Cedric Gibbons, Eddie Imazu, and Edwin B. Willis; Best Director - Robert Z. Leonard; Best Film Editing - William S. Gray; Best Writing (Original Story) - William Anthony McGuire


Writer's note: In this series I will watch a Best Picture-winning film each week and go a little deeper than my usual reviews. I hope you enjoy my thoughts and perspective. I will, of course, attempt to be sensitive to spoilers for newer films but for these early films I will be writing without regard to spoilers so be forewarned. I suggest you see the films I am discussing before reading.


It is a long-standing tradition for Hollywood and Broadway to tell epic stories about the people who shaped Hollywood and Broadway, then self-congratulate for how powerful and brave the current filmmakers are, for telling the "true story" of those that came before. A few films came to mind as I watched this biopic, one of the first of its kind. They ranged from Funny Girl, the story of stage sensation Fanny Brice, to The Doors, which perhaps should have been more aptly titled as, "The Life and Times of One Jim Morrison," to All That Jazz, the musical depicting the struggle of the little guy to finish the musical.

For its salt, The Great Ziegfeld does not pull its punches in its depiction of Flo. Mr. Ziegfeld loved the ladies, and the ladies loved him. The film does not seek to make this a virtue nor does it demonize; it simply presents his wandering eye as-is and does not care to judge, letting the audience instead make any judgements they may about the man and the life he lived.

My opening remarks may seem cynical but I do love these old-timey, epical type movies that have overtures and intermissions. To be sure, there is much fun to be had while watching this film, even if it does drag a bit in the final act (a similar issue with the aforementioned Fanny Brice biopic).

The Great Ziegfeld, being one of the first crop of Best Picture winners does still contain some firsts, even if it was the ninth overall to carry the mantle. For instance this is the first winner to break the three-hour mark. It's also one of the first to contain both incidental and diegetic music. When Hollywood first began incorporating sound into their movies, it was assumed it would be confusing to the audience if there wasn't a source on-screen like a record player or an orchestra. As a result in many early films throughout the 1930s and into the 40s, music was only used over the opening credits, as part of musical numbers, or diegetic.

The film opens with a sequence recreating the 1893 Chicago World's Fair, which deftly introduces Ziegfeld and sets up his rivalry with Jack Billings, played wondrously by Wizard of Oz's Frank Morgan. Immediately, Powell's performance is charming as Flo, firing of zingers and keeping his talent in line. Keep an eye out for several other Oz alum - such as Ray Bolger as himself, a stagehand-turned-actor who got his start in the famed Follies. A number of actors played themselves in the backstage segments, as they owed their fame to the start they got from Ziegfeld's hit Broadway stage show.

Ziegfeld is a born showman who showers the people he loves with gifts and lavish dinners - even when he can't afford them. There is a lovely montage where it shows how he weaponizes watchdog groups, like the American Humane Society's concerns in order to create controversy for his performances. Because after all, any publicity is good publicity!

It seems a common theme that many of the early Best Picture winners seem to focus on historical events and figures, showing the passage of and changing times during the late 19th and early 20th Centuries. Whereas Cavalcade mimicked a previous BP winner, The Great Ziegfeld chooses a more unique path. In the middle portion of the film a number of Follies stage performances are re-created in magnificent fashion.

There is a fantastic moment in the mid-point prior to Intermission, which allows the opening scene of the Follies, "A Pretty Girl is Like a Melody" to play out unfettered. The masterful centerpiece dance number is portrayed in a dazzling one-shot (with a single, very well-hidden cut): A revolving staircase diorama reveal all sorts of cultural and popular representations of adoration over the female form. It is sumptuous, delightful, and one of the finest pieces of cinematography ever committed to film. The movie is well worth watching just for this moment. While the DVD playback on my 4K system was excellent and took the SD material and made it damn-near HD quality, it is nevertheless a shame and a crime of Hollywood that this film is not available on Blu-ray.

Like Ziegfeld's Follies, The Great Ziegfeld is a mish-mosh of moments and vignettes, but that is not a strike against the picture. It doesn't feature the frenetic editing of All That Jazz, but it's very much on a similar level to a film like that. It seeks to present a famed and maligned figure as he was, even if it does at times take artistic license and dramatizes moments with an eye towards entertainment over accuracy. Once the intermission is concluded, we are treated to a series of recreations of the Follies stage show, intercut with dramatic scenes depicting the romances and financial struggles of the man himself. In a move that might be called lazy now but which was innovative at the time, the movie lets the Follies show take precedence and allows several songs in a row to play out, which acts as a passage of time montage.

As much as he loved women - and everyone did love Flo - even his rival Billings, who would eventually become a frienemy - Ziegfeld loved the art of bringing together a stage production even more. He seemed to relish the process of cleverly stroking a costumer's ego to make him forget his demands for payment, or seducing a young starlet onto his stage (and into his arms) without finalizing a contract with solid terms.

The most important thing to Ziegfeld was a beautiful woman, presented on a beautiful stage, with beautiful lighting and accentuated by beautiful scenery. He was a true showman, and the film of his life reflects the importance of the art he brought to life.

Why Representation Matters

Lately there have been a number of casting choices for movie adaptations that have been met with some level of controversy and obstinance. I started to notice it in full force around the time that Idris Elba was cast as Roland the last Gunslinger in the adaptation of Stephen King's The Dark Tower and it came to a head with things like The Ghostbusters' all-female cast.

Since then it seems to be a pretty regular occurrence for a casting choice like Michael B. Jordan as Superman - or even something more innocuous like having a black alternate reality comic book version of Reed Richards be met with a derisive comment like, "...Because no one can actually create a new character that is black..."

This is a point of view that completely misunderstands what representation really means to people of color, and why it is so important.

Having read many Marvel and DC books across multiple eras, I will agree that, yes there are plenty of black characters like T'Challa, or one of the several incarnations of Goliath - an accomplished scientist on par with Hank Pym (Ant-Man) that could be utilized for film adaptations. John Stewart is a black character who is one of the finest Green Lanterns to carry the mantle. Spawn was black before he was killed in action and became an agent of Malbolgia. It is absolutely correct that there are lots of black characters out there that can - and should - be utilized for movie adaptations, or expanded upon in their original print universes.

And perhaps at some level there are changes made with a more cynical approach, that executives believe being more PC and changing traditionally white characters to black (or other races altogether like in Birds of Prey) will get more asses in the seats and increase Box Office takes.

People who take this stance, however, tend to miss a very important factor in all this while presenting an argument that - whether purposely deceptive or just misguided - is nevertheless based on false equivalence. Namely, the idea that replacing a white character with a black actor or alt-universe analog is just as bad as replacing a black character with a white/Euro-centric analog.

Given that, historically speaking until the last 50 years or so, the central power structure has been (and continues to be, if Critical Race Theory holds true) based on white, euro-centric control over socio-economic and other systems - in spite of efforts to adjust and change laws to be more accommodating to all walks of life - a change from a black character to white is a slap in the face to viewers (regardless of background) invested in those characters.

But a change from white/Euro-centric to another race is often simply a reflection of society, representation, and shifting priorities. It's a signal that creators are reaching out to a broader base of viewers or readers, embracing them, and welcoming them into the community.

In other words: No, Virginia, it is absolutely not the same thing to change a character's race from white to black as if you changed from black to white.

T'Challa, John Stewart, and Spawn all have distinct back stories wherein the socio-economic landscape shapes their characters. Two of the above-mentioned characters come from a background where they joined the armed forces in order to try to rise above their circumstances, and the other is a ruler of an African nation. It makes no sense whatsoever to their stories if they are white because it completely obliterates the underlying meaning, themes, and messages of their backgrounds.

Kal-El, on the other hand, is an alien who comes from another planet. Reed Richards is a genius who created an advanced research spaceship and decided to test it himself. Roland of Gilead is the last of his kind in a world that has moved on. In what way do these characters being white or Euro-centric shape their backgrounds? Long answer short, they don't.

I'll even concede that certain characters like Victor Von Doom, as the monarch of a European country has a background where whiteness/Euro-centrism is important to his worldview so it wouldn't make sense to change him to a black actor.

This is the lynchpin of the race or gender swaps, and where I feel that arguments are being made in bad faith time and time again.

I am white. I personally don't care if Captain America, Superman, Tony Stark, or other A list characters are portrayed by black (or Hispanic or Asian) actors in their movie versions, or if an alternate reality comic book portrays them as a different race, particularly if it doesn't change the original comic book's prime continuity. It is, however, extremely important for people like my partner, who is black and who has relayed to me multiple times how when she turned on the TV growing up, that when she did see people like her they were thuggish, nappy, or side characters, never the leads.

Here, then, is what is so important about an iconic, larger than life character like Superman or Captain America or Batman being portrayed by a person of color.

Certainly new characters can be created, and certainly they can become major sensations and Box Office draws. Writers, directors, producers and creative talent absolutely should continue to create and develop new characters that reflect the world around us and invite inclusivity of all walks of life.

But all that takes time, talent, and effort. Effort which executives may not wish to expend developing an unestablished property. It's not enough to have an on-screen portrayal of Goliath or Spawn or any of the multiple sidekicks or lower tier characters who are black. General audiences are not familiar with these characters and as important as it is to get them onto movie screens as well, it is so much more important to have an iconic character, a long-standing character, a front line character like Batman or Reed Richards played by a black actor, or to have alternate reality print versions that are black, Hispanic, Asian or other POCs. To send that signal to say yes a black man can be Superman - that's as important if not moreso than the success of a film like Blade or a Black Panther.

It's not lazy writing to provide people of color with hope that they too can be at the level of an Iron Man or a Batman. It is, however, lazy thought to think that changing white characters to black is somehow the same as changing black characters to white.

Tsukamoto Takes the Ring: Tokyo Fist

First reaction: What...was that...?


Tsukamoto movies are endlessly engrossing yet incomprehensible. Visceral yet cerbral. Gritty yet polished and glossy. Personal yet with a strange formality and distance to them.

A bundle of contradictions.

In Tokyo Fist, story and plot do not coalesce. The more immediate concern seems to be the images and the feelings they evoke.

The same sound design and editing - kinetic and lightning-paced - utilized in the Tetsuo films seems to fit here, as boxing is also a bundle of contradictions - a formal, even balletic fighting form that emphasizes timing, posture and blocking a foe's advances, yet is also equally brutal and primal.

Tsukamoto's gaze seems aimed squarely at Japanese society which also has a very contradictory nature.

Unlike Tetsuo in which the social commentary was more subtle and subtextual, Tokyo Fist's commentary is more text than subtext. In fact it pretty much socks you in the face like a boxing glove.

The final act is...difficult to understand, at best and will likely require multiple viewings. For this first watch I'm going purely based on my emotional response: a mixture of disgust, bewilderment, but also somehow feeling uplifted.

The trio of characters presents a bizarre love triangle with salaryman-turned-boxer Tsuda vying for the affection of lover Hizuru, who tempted (sort of?) by pro boxer Kojima. Kojima and Tsuda were high school friends who made a pact to become boxers in the wake of a shared tragedy. Tsuda suppressed his rage and became a salaryman while Kojima, despite his training has become impotent and afraid to actually enter the ring.

The two friends are built up very well with Tsuda avoiding conflict and becoming a gentle soul because he seems to be somewhat aware of what could happen if he allows the beast inside him to be let loose.

Hizuru seems to represent the balance that neither Tsuda or Kojima can attain. But her balance is thrown off by being the center of the struggle between these two men.

So they both attempt to possess her, but fail to realize that she is her own person. Oftentimes Hizuru is seen watching the two men from the shadows, or peeking at their training bouts through a clouded window. Her view of the friends and their rivalry is always obscured, which seems to signify that her own ideas about the two men are not fully formed, nor can they be because she never gets the full picture.

And neither of the men are completely clear with her either, as they cannot be truthful to themselves or even with each other.

The finale then, crazy and over-the-top as it is, reflects the inability of Japanese society to address issues such as mental illness or anguish over the loss of a loved one. These things are pushed to the background as each of the characters attempts to push through rather than deal with it in a meaningful way.

Best Picture Series: Mutiny on the Bounty (1935)

Mutiny on the Bounty

1935

Release date: 11/8/1935 (N.Y. Premiere)

132 minutes

Director: Frank Lloyd

Screenplay: Talbot Jennings & Jules Furthman and Carey Wilson

Based on the Novel by: Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall

Producers: Frank Lloyd, Irving Thalberg

Associate Producer: Albert Lewin

Cinematography: Arthur Edeson, Charles G. Clarke (Uncredited), Sidney Wagner (Uncredited)

1.37:1 Aspect Ratio

Nomination Year: 1936 - 8th Academy Awards Ceremony

Won: Best Picture

Nominations: Best Director - Frank Lloyd; Best Actor - Clark Gable, Charles Laughton, Franchot Tone; Best Writing, Screenplay - Jules Furthman, Talbot Jennings, and Carey Wilson; Best Film Editing - Margaret Booth; Best Music, Scoring - Nat W. Finston and Herbert Stothart ("Love Song of Tahiti" written by Walter Jurmann, uncredited)



Writer's note: In this series I will watch a Best Picture-winning film each week and go a little deeper than my usual reviews. I hope you enjoy my thoughts and perspective. I will, of course, attempt to be sensitive to spoilers for newer films but for these early films I will be writing without regard to spoilers so be forewarned. I suggest you see the films I am discussing before reading.


Director Frank Lloyd produced both this film and 1933's Best Picture win, Cavalcade. Prior to seeing the latter I was not familiar with the works of Lloyd, and a review of his filmography illustrates why. The vast majority of his movies are 1) silent pictures, many of them shorts produced as a contract director and 2) many of the post-sound era films are generally unrecognizable. The director often takes a technical and workmanlike approach and as such most of his movies are not standout or notable productions, with only these two films nominated for any awards or merits.

It is also worth noting that Lloyd was president of the Motion Picture Association of America for 1934-1935, just happening to coincide with his film winning Best Picture. I'll not draw any conclusions from this fact, just wanted to point this out.

It is surely the acting talent that sells Mutiny on the Bounty more than anything else, seeing as how Clark Gable starred in at least three of the decade's Best Picture winners. The powerhouse trio also includes Charles Laughton as the brutal Captain Bligh and Franchot Tone as Roger Byam, an officer caught between loyalty to his captain and friendship with Gable's Fletcher Christian.

I do not wish to belabor the following points, but I feel it important to mention here that Cavalcade was a rather dull and stuffy affair. It purported to reflect the march of time, similar to Cimarron, another early Best Picture winner. Like Cimarron, Cavalcade casts its eye towards a family and how the events of the late 19th and early 20th Century shaped them - often focusing on how characters are changed by major events of the time rather than showing those events. Unlike Cimarron, however, Cavalcade is pretty limp, lifeless, and boring. I did have criticisms of Cimarron in that the main character would often ride off to "tame the West" for years at a time, and Cavalcade also has most of its important events occur off-screen. The major difference is that the characters in Cimarron were infinitely more interesting, even if Sabra Cravat's development also occurred mostly off-screen.

Mutiny on the Bounty establishes itself immediately as much more interesting, dynamic, engaging, lively, and enjoyable than Cavalcade. The opening scenes - including Christian rounding up ship-jumpers with a press gang and the crew partying on the deck of the titular ship - do an excellent job of introducing multiple characters and building up tension and excitement to the moment when Bligh comes aboard, which effectively ends the launch party.

The cinematography during the ship launching sequence is stunning, one might even say majestic. Robert Wise must have taken notes when filming the Enterprise porn for Star Trek: The Motion Picture.

Speaking of Trek, I have a sneaking suspicion that Ryker's character from The Next Generation was based in large part upon Gable's portrayal of Fletcher Cristian. Christian has a charming air about him and easily creates camaraderie with a trio of cadets on a training stint aboard-ship. There is a nice moment when he takes one of the cadets aside. At first we think it will be to chide him for pranking one of the other youthful recruits who has been putting on airs and lording previous experience over them. Christian warmly smiles, puts a hand on the student's shoulder, and says, "Good." I could almost see an exchange like this occurring between Ryker and a fresh ensign.

This film exerts influence over other pop culture tropes as well: A map overlaid with a solid line charting the ship's path of travel is a device that will eventually be utilized famously in the Indiana Jones movies.

There are a number of rather graphic make-up effects which for the day are quite surprising to see. A crewman whipped as punishment for a relatively minor infraction has some unusually gory effects for the time: although shown in a long shot, we can see the wounds seeping blood and ragged strips of skin hanging from the lash marks. Later in the film as the - spoiler - mutiny occurs, a deck hand has one of his palms bayoneted, run through and stuck to a bulkhead. Quite effective and shocking.

Laughton's turn as Bligh has incredible chemistry playing off of Gable's Christian. Bligh is a tyrannical captain, having deck hands whipped, as pointed out earlier, for relatively minor infractions. At one point food stores are reported as being short of two 50-lb cheese wheels. A crewman states they were ordered by Bligh to set the cheese aside before shoving off - apparently amongst Bligh's own personal belongings. Bligh has the crewman tied to a mast for a liar.

The punishments Bligh metes out are brutal and unnecessary, with gruesome results. A single word comes to mind as I witness the iniquities of Bligh's obstinance and gaslighting: Trump.

Filmed on-location in Polynesia and Tahiti, using a host of islanders as extras, Mutiny on the Bounty boasts a number of beautiful shots and stunning oceanic photography. Its strengths do reside in the first two acts where the story is propelled by frequent examples of Bligh's strict rule, as juxtaposed against the tranquility and beauty of the Tahitian locale and its people. The H.M.S. Bounty's purpose is to transplant breadfruit trees to the West Indies so that they have a cheap source of food for natives pressed into service there, thus supporting an exploitative system that will probably eventually also exploit the people of Tahiti as well.

The leader of the native people has a previously established friendship with Bligh and exerts influence over the captain to soften his stance and allow Byam to stay on the island while he creates a dictionary of the Tahitian language. This influence extends to such gestures as allowing Christian shore leave in spite of some disagreements he has had with Bligh, and allowing the men on the island to have a little bit of rest and relaxation in addition to the work of digging and transplanting the trees.

Bligh decides that the best thing to do is to overstuff their storage space with the breadfruit trees and limit the crew's liquid rations in order to have enough water to keep the trees alive for the journey to the Indies. This, along with Bligh's early recall of Christian's shore leave, leads to a further rift with Fletcher and when a young man recruited before the Bounty pushed off is subjected to a keel-haul, Fletcher is left in a position where he has to either stand between the crew members pushed to a mutinous frenzy, or engage in the mutiny as well and limit the damage. He chooses the latter option and sets Bligh and several crew members loyal to him off in a launch with rations enough to last them until they can reach a port of call.

The last act of the film revolves around a court martial in which three crew members, who remained loyal to Bligh but could not leave in the launch, are persecuted rather than commended for staying true to their loyalties. In many ways it is somewhat the inverse of Cavalcade. Where the former film starts out dull and finally gets interesting during the final act, Mutiny starts out excellent and engaging, then does begin to drag a little near the end.

Even with a final act that trails off into dull denouement, Mutiny on the Bounty is all-in-all an excellent example of early filmmaking, with plentiful acting talent on display.

Clueless: The 90s In 90 Minutes

"I'm gonna feel this way
Til I'm six feet underground
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around"

Clueless is a dash of satire, mixed with a scosh of parody, blended with social commentary. In other words, its, like, totally rad!

Amy Heckerling is no stranger to ensemble high school comedies. She defined two decades between the 80s and the 90s by framing the adolescent experience against her protagonists.

Even so she manages to keep her approach to the latter film fresh and imaginative. Clueless resists falling into the trap of repeating the vicissitudes of Fast Times at Ridgemont High, although Breckin Meyers' stoner dude Burkenstock echoes Spicoli.

There is a lot of heart and depth to the world and characters. Dan Hedaya shows a commitment to family as Cher's father and some of the romantic plots come from genuinely surprising places, despite knowing this is based on the classic novel Emma.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the series) was heavily influenced by this - I can see shades of both Cordelia and Buffy in Cher; some Willow outfits can even be seen in this movie worn by Brittany Murphy.

Watching the movie brings back memories, as this was one of the first times I specifically sought to see it in theatres. The soundtrack was on constant playback during my teen years. Back when we had CDs instead of playlists.

I found myself singing along with many of the selections and I was pleasantly surprised to find that a jukebox musical was made of Clueless (with a book by Heckerling, no less) utilizing the songs in the original soundtrack.

As I recall some critics at the time decried the shallowness of Cher and her companions, complaining that it showcased LA excess. But a review of Rotten Tomatoes shows that more recent revisiting of the film by critics is positive and realizes the satirical bent.

The language of the film does require an understanding of the references, somewhat like how Alex and his droogs use their made-up vocab in A Clockwork Orange.

And let's just talk a moment about Donald Faison stealing just about every scene he's in. I couldn't help but see his character as a young Dr. Turk and kept expecting him to show up in surgical scrubs.

The beauty of Clueless is that it's one of those movies that changes as you revisit it throughout one's ages. When you see it in your teens it means one thing. You get caught up in the parties and the flashiness and fashion of it.

Then when you revisit it in your twenties you start to understand the satire and social commentary and appreciate how the characters really care about each other.

Then in your 40s nostalgia hits you but not enough to make it depressing; you come back around to enjoying it for the fun of it.

And at the end of the day that's what Clueless is all about - having fun and still making a statement about the world around you. Perhaps that is why it has endured.

The Big Sleep: Howard Hawks Sets the Stage for Lynch

The Big Sleep is a surreal fever-dream, reflecting a nightmare landscape of a Los Angeles underworld, surely an inspiration for the likes of David Lynch, Quentin Tarantino, and many others.

The outcome of the case is unimportant, the details leading nowhere. It's full of rich mahogany mansions, blind dark alleys, and illicit gambling houses, as any good noir film should be.

What makes this a quintessential, proto-noir piece is the fact that it's not about the outcome, it's about the process of investigation.

It doesn't help that the 1946 release version, with re-shuffled and re-shot scenes is somehow even MORE incomprehensible than the original 1945 version - which by the way sat in the Warner Bros. vault for a year and a half.

When asked by director Howard Hawks who shot a particular character, writer Raymond Chandler famously replied that he had no idea.

Every time Bogey tugs on his ear the story veers off in a wildly different direction. I think, after many viewings of this film, I have finally discovered the key to the story. When Bogart rubs his ear it's not just a character affectation; it's a signal that the plot is changing direction.

Each scene is so well-written in its own right, the dialogue so crisp and tight that it's entertaining simply as a collection of vaguely connected moments. Usually this would be a mark against a film but in this case, it elevates the material.

One does not watch The Big Sleep and attempt to follow the plot; that is impossible. Therefore one can only watch it and enjoy the ride. Also, realizing there is no spoon also helps.

And what a ride it is!

Michael Moore and the Long-Term Effects of Distraction Politics

I am part of a Discord server for people who love the Criterion Collection to discuss, review, and engage others about their love for those films. I decided today to watch Bowling for Columbine, an award-winning film by acclaimed humorist and (what the media has come to describe him as) documentarian, Michael Moore.


In the general discussion board we had an at times heated debate over his works. There are a lot of really good points Moore has made with his movies, and what I find disappointing about the discussion today is that these points are undercut by the public perception of his movies. The discussion we had wasn't about how ridiculous it is that America is a violent, fearful, gun-clinging country and how everyone is basically wage slaves to some degree or other - the primary themes of the movie.


Instead, we parsed and nitpicked over how Moore edits a segment of his film to make a point. So often we allow ourselves to be distracted from the actual subject matter and worry over how it's presented. And yes this is a film group but I would contend that this was part of Moore's point when making Bowling for Columbine.


The film's primary narrative - while ostensibly about the culture of fear and violence in America - is more about how the 24-hour news cycle pumps fear into the American psyche and how this fuels violent tendencies and stokes gun ownership and makes it an ingrained part the cultural landscape.


When Moore hones in on Lockheed-Martin he finds a connection between societal violence - like the Columbine shooting - and L-M's involvement in the war machinery. Children grow up seeing weapons of mass destruction lobbed at countries we have a beef with, and interpolate that to violence being acceptable against those who have personally wronged them.


What people have an issue with in all this is that he left out a few details. Instead of engaging on whether there is a connection between these issues critics are worried that he doesn't give the full story.


Only the thing is, Moore doesn't need to give the full story here. He isn't a journalist, this isn't a news report. In fact, Moore doesn't even consider the movies he makes to be documentaries. He considers himself a "filmmaker," not a "documentary filmmaker." That is an extremely important distinction to make.


Now, yes, an important aspect of film criticism is to consider whether the text itself makes its point clear. Intentions stated in an interview separate from the work don't count as the work. But I contend that the work does indeed distinguish itself. The editing is clearly presented for comedic effect, with smash-cuts from things people are saying to visuals that contradict, a device utilized several times throughout. And an animated short is dropped into the middle of it. There are some heavy moments, some turns that take it away from being humorous, but the vein of satire is still there even as Moore is drawing lofty conclusions near the end.


One particular criticism is that Moore implies a connection between The Michigan Militia and Timothy McVeigh, perpetrator of the Oklahoma City bombing. Apparently Moore is disingenuous by not clearly stating that McVeigh was kicked out of the militia. Nevermind the fact that Moore shows interviews where the militia members state emphatically that McVeigh didn't represent their ideals. Nevermind the fact that the militia members are damning themselves with the ridiculous propaganda they spout off.


It is a fair point to say that Moore is in danger of losing his thread when he manipulates the information presented to such a degree. Certainly there will be some people who approach the material and see it as truthful in the same way as adherents who bow to FOX "news." Famously, the likes of Alex Jones and Rupert Murdoch will use a platform to make outrageous claims and accusations, then when sued provide a pat statement that, "No reasonable person would accept that claim as truth, news, or anything other than entertainment."


I believe it to be a false equivalence to accuse Moore of doing the same. The first difference between the two is that FOX presents itself as news with catch-phrases like, "Fair and Balanced." Moore makes no claim to do the same. He states before people see his work that it's not meant to be a news report or represent reality.


Secondly, the editing is obviously for humorous effect. Like with The Daily Show, the way films like Bowling for Columbine are put together and presented is clearly done in such a way that is different from the disingenuous efforts of Dinesh D'Souza, or even Bill Maher. The public perception, then, that his movies purport to reflect reality and his arguments are intellectually dishonest simply because a number of facts that would have bogged down the narrative were left on the cutting room floor, is simply an attempt to distract from the overall themes and ideas presented within the piece.


Speaking of distraction, I am getting away from my main point. Michael Moore addresses a number of underlying issues that are present with society ranging from how frequently bad news is reported vs the fact that overall statistics on crime have been on a downward trend since the start of the 90s, to how the corporate and political war machines affect the psyche of citizens. It's not video games and violent movies and music that influence a person to commit a mass shooting, it's the fact that so many people in power get away with wrongdoing without consequences, then drop bombs on countries we disagree with. People see bad behavior as being rewarded, then assume bad behavior is the way to get things done. 


And the conversation with Marilyn Manson about how what the President does is much more influential on a young person than his music videos strikes to the heart of this point.


Yet...


In the discussion group today we didn't talk about that. Instead, we fought over how arrogant Michael Moore seems. We listed off facts Moore failed to present. Rather than acknowledge the points Moore made with his movie and discuss how he could have strengthened his argument, we allowed ourselves to be distracted by false equivalences.


Certainly, I am as much to blame as anyone else by allowing the distraction to take away from discussing the actual salient points of the film. And yes, if a point is not argued well it does not support the weight of its convictions.


But still there is something in that whole discussion that is bothersome, that I can't help but feel that we were arguing about the distractions and missing the important parts. Because what Moore was saying then is incredibly relevant today. Everything from 9/11 to the Iraq War to the Obama presidency to the Trump administration to COVID, all of it has been a series of crises and issues and news reporting where discourse has slowly started to slide down the drain and factions have formed on two sides of an imaginary divide, fueled for the most part by whichever form of media we most frequently choose to consume.


One can certainly trace a line from Moore films and The Daily Show to FOX, Jones, and D'Souza. Just as Star Wars shaped the modern blockbuster, Moore certainly has had an effect on the way news is presented to the masses. And I can see where this might cause some discord (no pun intended), or how some might draw parallels as to how Michael Moore is the liberal version of D'Souza. But I find that line of thinking to be dangerously reductive.


All of this comes back to the politics of distraction. Upon the success of Bowling for Columbine and Fahrenheit 9/11 I began to see a lot of discourse in the early 2000s regarding how Moore doesn't always present details completely factually and manipulates editing of the interviews he performs and other details to conform to the narrative his films purport.


Sure the guy is no saint, and even in recent years he has said some things that I don't agree with which may be purely for sensational recognition. But there seems to be this idea out there that Michael Moore's films present bad faith arguments simply because of the way the argument is presented. That, like D'Souza again he is presenting his films as honest truth then claiming satirical intent when they are not received well. And those who make these arguments seem to be missing the fact that for the conservative counterparts the satire claim is an end-run done to avoid consequences while Moore's intentions are clear from the start. He doesn't need to claim satirical intent, it was always there to begin with. He isn't making his movies out to be something they're not.


Now, there is always the question of intentions vs. perception. What the audience perceives is often regarded as more important than what the artist intends. Because at the end of the day, if one does not strongly present one's case and the audience rejects it, that's on the artist, not the receiver.


Even understanding that, it's very frustrating to want to approach a group that you enjoy discussing things with, and have them all gang up on you in opposition to your point of view. In the past, even when I have disagreed with others, I have often come away with a sense that we are a community and can agree to disagree at times.


I did not have that feeling today, and to this community and all the friends I have made I would like to apologize if I seemed angry or frustrated. I would also like to point out that this is what the politics of division is all about. It's designed to split and divide otherwise close-knit communities due to the perceived differences on core or fundamental issues. And while I'm sure many have made their own minds up about Michael Moore based on what they have observed directly of him, I can't help but suspect that maybe there are some underlying factors. Perhaps years ago you read a take-down piece about Moore that didn't sit right with you or maybe you heard some friends talking bad about him.


I'm not trying to convince you one way or the other. Your mind is your own. Each of you came to those opinions via your own individual journeys. Far be it for me to disregard that.


My point is that once the media honed in on him Moore's opinions started to lose some of the weight they once did and once he was framed as an arrogant liberal who talks down to everyone by the media, well that's pretty much the main argument I got in the server today.


What frustrates me about this is that I wanted to discuss how the distractions Moore illustrates in Bowling for Columbine have just gotten worse. And in a way, we did though just not in the way I had intended. Because all we talked about was how much Moore was disliked and disingenuous, rather than engaging in a fruitful discussion about how social discourse hasn't really changed in 20 years, with the only changes being for the situation to worsen.


Part of what has become worse about social discourse is exactly the problem the film tries to address. For some reason, audiences have taken Moore's approach to Bowling for Columbine to be both the identifier of the ailment and the balm that cures it. Apparently Moore has arrogantly set himself as the arbiter of all that is right and proper and insists that only the liberal perspective is the correct view (nevermind the fact that he digs on Dems at least as much as Republicans). But that was never the intention of this movie. Bowling for Columbine was never meant to end the discussion, it was meant to start one


So, one might imagine my surprise (and disappointment) when today, I learned that that conversation had stalled out. Today, I learned that two movies which I love and which I had hoped would have had a positive impact on our political and social landscape actually seem to have had a wholly negative effect instead. Today, the masters of distraction won. And we all lost.

Best Picture Series: Cimarron (1931)

 Cimarron

1931

Release date: 1/26/1931 (N.Y. Premiere)

123 minutes

Director: Wesley Ruggles (Uncredited)

Novel: Edna Ferber

Screen Version: Howard Estabrook

Dialogue: Howard Estabrook

Contributing Writer: Louis Sarecky (Uncredited)

Producers: William LeBaron, Wesley Ruggles

Associate Producer: Louis Sarecky

Cinematographer: Edward Cronjager

1.20:1 Aspect Ratio

Nomination Year: 1930/1931 - 4th Academy Awards Ceremony

Won: Best Picture; Best Writing, Adaptation - Howard Estabrook; Best Art Direction - Max Ree

Nominations: Best Director - Wesley Ruggles; Best Actor - Richard Dix; Best Actress - Irene Dunne; Best Cinematography - Edward Cronjager


Writer's note: In this series I will watch a Best Picture-winning film each week and go a little deeper than my usual reviews. I hope you enjoy my thoughts and perspective. I will, of course, attempt to be sensitive to spoilers for newer films but for these early films I will be writing without regard to spoilers so be forewarned. I suggest you see the films I am discussing before reading.



Movies that deal with the Western expansion in the United States capture a moment in time that is difficult to discuss. It is a subject that is complex and has myriad perspectives. Many older films feature what could be called racist depictions today, because at the time they were accepted widely by people ignorant of the need to be culturally sensitive. While I will address some of these issues, I do not intend to dwell on them, preferring instead to have a more comprehension assessment of the work as a whole.

Magnificent spectacle is emphasized in the opening moments of the film, depicting the land grab of over 2,000,000 acres. This was doled out by the government, no doubt, in opposition to treaties that had been made with native peoples. This opening is impressive, showing an expansive tract of land with all manner of wagons, horsebound riders, even a fellow pedaling away at a penny-farthing, fleeing across it to stake out a spot. Among those racing to claim the land are Yancey Cravat and Dixie Lee.

This was captured by cinematographer Cronjager creating set-ups based directly upon passages from Ferber's novel. Along with the opening land rush being filmed on a ranch, an 89 acre piece of land was purchased by RKO pictures in order to build the frontier town of Osage, Oklahoma. The film depicts this city at several points from 1889-1929, and shows the growth of the town. One of the signs of the ever-expanding city comes in a gunfight where Yancey uses trenches - which have been dug for placement of sewer and water lines - for cover.

This guy can do it all. As a former lawyer, Yancey Cravat sought to start up a newspaper in Osage, in some cases doing the investigative work of a sheriff. He can shoot like all get-out, and he can lead a bible meeting! And herein lies what makes this movie such a tough nut to crack: There is not really a core to Yancey's character, and as such, Cimarron does not have an emotional core, or any other kind of solid footing. There is no arc to Yancey's character, we just see him do a bunch of cool things.

But we don't even get to see him perform some of his coolest deeds, since he leaves his family in Osage for years at a time in order to keep taming the West. And while Edna Ferber's novel may have been excellent, there are many elements of the screenplay that just don't play by the typical "rules" of filmmaking. For instance the film's title, Cimarron, is the name Yancey gives his son. Yet the story is not framed by the son's point of view. In fact there isn't any singular point of view. At the mid-point, when Yancey goes away for five years, his wife Sabra Cravat (nee Venable) takes over the newspaper business and makes it extremely successful. Near the end of the piece, Sabra holds a meeting where she announces a bid to run for Senate (during yet another time when Yancey has gone off and left her and their children alone). Sabra is a surprisingly strong woman despite the protestations she offered when they first moved to Osage - she was ready to run back home on the first night there. Yet we never get a sense of her as a character, we never get to see her make the paper a success, it happens in a cut to "five years later..."

All of these elements threaten to add up to what might be considered a soulless, lifeless, bloated, and over-produced epic. And some scenes do play out rather slowly. Yet...

Yet, I can still see how this stands amongst the annals of Best Picture entries. It's a grand, sweeping epic of a film that covers 40 years of the American West. It doesn't so much create an arc of stories for the character, as it does show the movement of time and the growth of a city central in the process of Western expansion.

Returning to the moment when Yancey is called upon to lead a bible meeting, as this congregation belts out "Who Were You at Home," a rather secular song as Yancey points out, the themes began to solidify. Themes like, how, when you head out West and claim a stake of land, it was not supposed to matter who you were at home. It was a tabula rasa; any man could head out West and leave their past behind.

Except, it seems, prostitutes like Dixie Lee, who is not only pushed out of her land, but is persecuted by the locals creating a "vigilance committee," highlighting another theme: how some folks don't want to let you shake off your past, sordid or otherwise.

And, interestingly enough, here is where we find the through line of the story. In the opening scene Dixie played Yancey dirty by feigning a fallen horse, then staked the claim he was about to take. Later in the movie, there is some attention focused on Dixie at the bible meeting and Sabra shows some jealousy towards her simply because Yancey doesn't join in the brow-beating and advises the congregation to offer forgiveness to Dixie and her girls rather than disdain. Then finally at the mid-point of the second half (the film follows a two-act structure rather than the traditional three), Yancey defends Dixie successfully in a court case made of trumped-up charges like "public indecency"

Yancey is just that good of a guy that he doesn't care that Dixie stole his stake of land - and his horse. He feels she has as much right as anyone to get a fresh start out West. There is also never any hint of impropriety or dalliance between them, despite Sabra's jealousy.

As a side note, whenever Yancey orates I get a sense that Robert Preston must have studied his monologues when crafting the character of Professor Harrold Hill for The Music Man.

Despite the slowness of some of the early scenes, I found the movie to be rather quickly paced. As I stated before there is a two-act structure to the movie. The first half is sweeping and epic while the second half deftly shifts gears into being a more personal, character-driven narrative, despite its lack of clear characterization. The second half is built around two major scenes - the sequence where Yancey defends Dixie in a court case, and a jump forward another 20 years to the afore-mentioned luncheon where Sabra announces her bid to run as one of the first female Senators in the U.S.

Another striking attribute to this film - previous protestations aside - is the complexity of relationships. Even though the film paints in extremely broad strokes, the old-world ideals of the Venable family butt up against the seeming progressivism of Cravat's ideals: Yancey fully supports his son's romance with their native servant girl, Ruby while sister and mother fret over how it looks for the family image amongst high society.

Yancey's personal politics are complex as well. At times he shows open contempt for the way that the government has handled native peoples and their treaties with them. But he is also more than willing to take advantage of the Western expansion and be a part of the process, heading out to put stakes on native land whenever the government gives the go-ahead.

Many scenes perform several different functions at once. Sabra's lunch meeting not only is used to announce her Senate run but it also gives exposition which highlights Sabra's changes - she proudly introduces her son and his native wife, this all coming just moments before Yancey is killed in an oil rig explosion. He ironically dies in Sabra's arms as a statue to him is unveiled in Osage's town square.

If my review of this movie is disjointed and scattered, it's because the movie is. I have to keep reminding myself that this was only the fourth Best Picture winner ever - incidentally one of only two that RKO Pictures would receive and one of a very few Westerns which would win the vaunted award - as well as one of the earliest examples of sound pictures. It makes sense that the focus is more on the technical aspects such as cinematography and sound recording and editing.

Taken as a whole one can understand that, despite it dragging in places, this movie is in many ways a technological marvel. The visuals are impressive, especially with the establishing shots showing the growth of Osage from a main street full of tents and ramshackle buildings to a bustling, lively city. It is in some ways an encapsulated fractal for the growth of the U.S. from 13 colonies to 50 states. It's not my ideal way to spend an afternoon. It's a fine film, much better than The Broadway Melody, yet falling short of reaching the heights of the other two award winners thus far. I have seen some criticism leveled towards Cimarron that it's boring and racist but I don't see it. I don't hate it, but I don't love it either. That being said, it does stand as a great picture of the history of the West, and that alone has merit.

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