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Blade Runner (1982)
Turning Point
30 October 2001
Leighton Grist, in his article "Moving Targets and Black Widows," faults Blade Runner for supplanting substance with style. `Hence we are presented with a recognisably noir environment -- dark, rain-soaked, steam-filled, claustrophobic city streets, heavily-shadowed interiors -- which, while visually stunning, does not so much express classic noir's existential angst and oppression as the fact that the film-makers were well versed in genre stylization.' This argument has a fundamental problem. It presumes that whatever noir is, it results when a certain number of elements are present, when a critical mass is reached. Because Blade Runner lacks `existential angst' (if, indeed, it does), it is incomplete. If we play this argument out, however, we can charge that Mildred Pierce is not film noir because it generally lacks dark interiors, rainy streets, high-contrast lighting, and other traditional noir traits. Mildred Pierce, though, is noir. Why? Because it suggests despair, shows the influence of psychoanalysis, and draws its momentum from tragic irony. Moreover, Mildred Pierce is noir because it was shot at the end of the Second War, by a European expatriate, when existentialism (of the Sartre variety) enjoyed a vogue. It reflects the historical and ideological temperament of the time when it was made. Blade Runner, on the other hand, appeared toward the end of the Cold War -- in a world tremendously different from 1945: a time when questions about living prosperously seemed more important that questions about life's meaning and absurdity. The crisis facing mankind, directors, and movie audiences 35 years after Hiroshima just wasn't the same -- we were not gripped in horrendous doubt and fear. If anything, we were gripped by technology; and if a popular negative philosophy existed, it was oriented around things like computers and artificial hearts, and how their inclusion in our world could eventually undermine our importance as going concerns. This philosophy certainly preoccupies Blade Runner, with its Lang-ian paranoia about machine intruders. So: the film is not existential for the same reason that Mildred Pierce is not tech. Both films reflect the fears and troubles afflicting the times in which they were made. I do not argue, however, that Scott's film is noir. Rather, I attack the claim that because it is not as noir as other films it is trash. It is of its time. Real Noir is of its time. Thus Blade Runner is an adventure movie with noir traits.

It also has science fiction traits, as it creates a world that might be ours in the future. Its credulity -- like Things to Come, The Blob, and Invasion of the Body Snatchers -- forces us to look at ourselves. Strong sci-fi, after all, depicts an imagined future that is usually a projection, a magnification, of what we already know. This vision of the future is anything but optimistic, and because of this, it possesses a quasi-moralistic tone, a warning. In the future, the movie suggests, mankind will have destroyed its environment. Have the seeds of this destruction been planted? Yes. (No Nukes, Three Mile Island, Save The Whales....Environmental activism thrived during the late 70s/early 80s because fears of environmental degradation thrived.) By extension, all the other worst case scenarios shown in the film -- homelessness, corporate might, xenophobia, racism, misogyny -- are condemnations of contemporaneous social problems And this reasoning gets me thinking. In a world as fouled as the one depicted in the movie, lousy treatment of women seems like a behavior which would be normal. I'm not convinced, as some critics are, that the depiction of misogyny is a celebration of it. After all, aren't there numerous instances in Scott's films (Thelma And Louis, Alien, and GI Jane), when women are depicted as heroes and saviors? Finally, I have the feeling that Blade Runner is an important movie in the history of cinema. It is a Hollywood blockbuster -- an over-the-top extravaganza -- of the sort Star Wars and Jaws precipitated. Those films, however, were genre films on steroids (like Scott's Gladiator, in fact). Blade Runner isn't a genre film, however. It is hydra-headed: film noir, samurai, science fiction, dystopia, comic book, and horror. Because of this -- this attempt to be everything past in the brand new Hollywood of 1982 -- it may be categorized as homage, a farewell to Flash Gordon, Sam Spade, Soylent Green, and Frankenstein - to mass produced genre films. And because of this, it is a film about film -- about the separation of the new Hollywood from the old one, a hash of dead dreams and copies.

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Low-budget Ulysses
21 August 2001
Terence Hill is good in this "Spaghetti" version of the road trip film. Like John Ritter or Gene Wilder, he can make everyday physical gestures -- a roll of the shoulders, for instance -- very funny. Couple that with the ability to pull off stunts and believable fight scenes and you have a mellow -- and enjoyable -- alternative to Jackie Chan. The story, however, is a bit dumb; but this shouldn't surprise or disappoint anyone who appreciates Terence Hill and his movies, where slapstick and gags ALWAYS come before plot....

Thank goodness!
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D.O.A. (1949)
Premium Paranoia
21 August 2001
The bad taste factor runs high in D.O.A. Exaggerated expressions of emotion run amuck. Tiomkin's MickeyMousing tactics smack goofy more often than not. And the often praised script scenario doesn't fair well if you think about it too much. But these flaws -- the volume and intensity of them -- cross a threshold into the surreal. In particular Neville Brand's over the top performance as "poor" Chester. And that's the secret of D.O.A.'s greatness, I think: its nightmare trappings, its grotesque actor/characters, and its amphetamine rush toward disaster. It espouses such a feeling of hopelessness, the viewer can feel some relief that real life isn't like this. The same goes for Dick Tracy comics, Iggy Pop songs, and Francis Bacon paintings. If you like weird movies, you ought to like D.O.A.
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Strange Mix (Semi-Spoiler included)
20 August 2001
Warning: Spoilers
Lang's first Western seems, at first, to be terribly dated. The rapport between Pinky and Frank, for instance, is so -- Jim Crow -- it's embarrassing to watch. Moreover, the refusal of the Missouri court to consider the logic and justice of "felony murder" guilt escapes this viewer's understanding and patience. Finally, the Major's bloodlust and "shoot the slimy rats" self-righteousness come too close to the goose-step habits of the Germany Lang left behind. But is it possible that Lang (consciously or not) is subverting the genre's conventions by making the good guy's advocate a creep? Lang's later films, like Hangmen Also Die, criticize and condemn Nazis for behavior that only marginally differs from the Major's. Is it possible, then, that Lang also questions Frank's views, his motives, his exoneration, and the laurels that Lang -- and Frank's fans inside and outside of the screen -- heap on the bandit-hero's head? If so, what does this mean?

In addition to these interesting tensions, the film also offers the viewer several aesthetic pleasures. First, the color, mise-en-scene, and location photography are consistently gorgeous. Second, Clem and Frank's return to Missouri moves with a technical grace that surpasses anything and everything that I've ever seen. Third, Fonda's performance, more frightening than likeable, achieves a kind of grace -- fluid and intellectual -- that rivals Glen Ford's best work.

Why do Europeans (Leone, Ford, Lang) make such powerful Westerns?
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Tour de Force
18 August 2001
Few movies are as far out and whacky as Sweet Charlotte. From the double opening to the shattering conclusion, this revved up monster crawls through family secrets and depravities as happily as a pig crawls through mud. The story resembles Faulkner's Snopes novels in a way. While the performances(particularly Agnes Moorehead's)sparkle with the sort of tragic lunacy Lina Wertmuller drew out of her players in the seventies. Aldrich's best.
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Overlooked
17 August 2001
In this legal drama -- not unlike Anatomy of a Murder, A Few Good Men, and Compulsion -- ambiguity permeates the courtroom like humidity in August -- in Florida. Who's right? Who's wrong? No one can tell, yet decisions have to be made. Peppering the proceedings with plot twists and flashbacks that recall film noir and Sergio Leone, the story maintains a quick pace that overcomes its clearly low cost shooting budget. Lee Marvin burns brightest in the film's constellation of great character actors (like Peter Graves, Murray Hamilton, and Norman Fell), largely because of The Big Gray One's tendency to switch from calm menace to scary violence, on a dime. Jaded critics bang and hack at Sgt. Ryker, calling it trite and stale. The film doesn't warrant this sort of hostility. It is simple, direct, and powerful. Who cares if it isn't a re-invention of a very old sort of wheel?
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The Best
17 August 2001
Sierra Madre, I'm convinced, grows on you the more you watch it. Like Apocalypse Now, the movie shows us crazy characters on the march, moving from one crazy adventure to another. And like Apocalypse Now, these little stories shine with their own brilliance. I can't name and describe the episodes; to do so would hurt the first time viewer's pleasure. Yet I will say this: the episodes stand on their own AND (unlike Apocalypse Now) THEY link together coherently, so that the movie ends not with a whimper, but, instead, with a bang of existential brilliance. Sierra Madre, however, falls short in one area -- Steiner's score. Sometimes it intrudes on sequences better suited for silence. Other times it seems mismatched, introducing a levity that weakens the narrative's tensions. But then, sometimes, particularly the passage when human voices comingle with percussive rhythms, sometimes the score sounds about as good, as appropriate, and as perfect as film music can.

Like Welles and Lang, Huston was a genius. Fortunately Hollywood never shut him down.
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The Klansman (1974)
Gratuitous
16 August 2001
I watched this movie hoping that Marvin could give it the touch of class he seemingly brought to every movie he ever starred in. Unfortunately the movie's pacing, cutting, actors, and plot are so poor, Marvin's sauve and tough presence seems horribly out of place -- as inappropriate (and troubling) as, say, Andy Warhol's appearance on The Love Boat. So many important, talented people in this film's credits: Sam Fuller, Terence Young, Richard Burton, Marvin. How come they couldn't do better?
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You and Me (1938)
Sinister Screwball
11 August 2001
Often Lang is able to interject his paranoid vision of the world -- with strange camera angles, romantic intrigues and suspicions, and farce. But just as frequently one feels the prudishness of thirties' Hollywood, forcing love, mercy, and optimism to rise implausibly from the traps the characters set for themselves. By turns subversive and banal. Worth seeing.
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Love Story (1970)
There's a lot to like about Love Story
4 August 2001
Love Story is one of the best movies from the seventies. The film follows the "out, out, brief candle" formula: beautiful, beloved woman dies young. Unlike Moulin Rouge (the premature death genre's most recent product), Love Story presents its ideas simply -- and with great force. Boy meets girl. Boy dates girl. Boy marries girl. Girl dies. That's it. The other characters and (sub)plots augment, instead of distract from, the master plot. In addition, we know from the opening of the film the fate that awaits the boy and girl: "What can you say about a 25 year old girl who died?" Alfred Hitchcock said that suspense (curiosity paired with dread) results when an audience knows that something terrible can or will happen. With that knowledge they begin to wonder how the events will lead to the inevitable -- and, most likely, through identification with the characters, start to hope that the outcome can somehow be avoided. Isn't this what happens? Isn't Jenny's death so devastating because we know it will happen? Love Story succeeds for other reasons, as well. First, the music. Again we find something simple -- a string of notes played over and over and over. These notes, however, are exceptionally plastic; they bend, bulge, surge, spiral -- move in whichever ways are needed -- to prepare the audience for Jenny's death, and then, once the awful event occurs, the notes sink it into our memories and hearts as deeply as Hiller's image of Ollie contemplating the Central Park snow. Second, the film's cinematography. Two examples come to mind: the editing on Ollie's run through the Harvard campus; the widening field of white Ollie and Jenny cross as they head for the taxi. Third, the acting. Consider, for example, Ryan O'Neal's face as he watches Jenny perform on the harpsichord. Often actors will use the muscles around their eyes to convey emotion; or they will move the eyes themselves (Welles' in The Third Man, for instance). O'Neal simply allows his eyes to mist up -- just like a father watching his child at an elementary school awards ceremony -- and the effect is remarkable. And banal. But when the point of the film is to show how the death of a lover destroys someone, misty eyes may be one of the surest ways to establish, in cinematic shorthand, the soon-to-be-grieving's depth of emotion, attachment, and sincerity. Banal and remarkable, the two words don't belong together; but in Love Story, more often than not, they do. Is that so bad? Probably not. Quite often, the best art happens when the banal is raised to the level of the remarkable. Too often these days, I'm afraid, directors have it backwards, making the remarkable banal....Pearl Harbor, Enemies at the Gate, Moulin Rouge.....
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Eastwood's best American western?
29 July 2001
Two Mules has many virtues: good actors, interesting plot, rich music, and excellent cinematography. In my humble opinion it beats all the other Eastwood/Siegel projects -- and that is meant as a high complement, given the strengths of films like Dirty Harry, Beguiled, and Escape from Alcatraz. Budd Boetticher, the great American B-western director, wrote the script -- although, reputedly, he hated the finished product. Nonetheless, his taste for brawniness and soiled heroes persists, in large part because the film (unlike Hang 'em High) resists the Hollywood urge to clutter the story with moral redemption. In fact, it is the one post-Leone Eastwood cowboy movie that most resembles a Spaghetti western: comic, bloody, improbable, anti-philosophical. Candy, that's what it is. Premium fruit-flavored candy.
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Disappointing
20 July 2001
Saw this recently on a wide screen. Came in with high hopes -- based on Sturges' reputation and memories of laughing my head off at The Lady Eve. Soon found myself waiting for gags and slapstick instead of following the inscrutable plot. the players' so-hyped-up-it's-inert delivery didn't help either. Bottom line: needlessly long joke-y vignette with maudlin punchline.
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