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A Little More Homework: Blindspots 2012

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In joining Ryan and James, I’ve decided to clear up some missing films as apart of my New Year’s Resolutions.  A lot of my list are understood to be capital-c Classics, but a few have been sitting near the top of my Netflix queue for too long without earning my full attention.  So once a month, I will write a blog post about these films – adding a little more work to my filmic syllabus, but hopefully getting me back into the swing of blogging again.

NIL BY MOUTH

GRAND ILLUSION

BANDE A PART

MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO

GOODFELLAS

UMBERTO D.

BORDER RADIO

TRAINSPOTTING

I AM CUBA

HALLOWEEN

PRIMER

THE 400 BLOWS

Film Club: Day for Night

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Jake, from Not Just Movies, and I were talking on the twitter about a Book Club for film blogging.  For our first pick, we discussed Day for Night or La Nuit Americaine (1973), directed by Francois Truffaut.  It’s about the production of Je Vous Presente Pamela, a family melodrama that takes place in Provence, but the hectic job of working on a movie set takes center stage.

A: Opening thought: I think Alphonse might have been inspiration for Max Fischer.  He’s the spitting image of Schwartzman on a go-cart.

J: I’m so glad we’re starting on the Wes Anderson connection. I kept thinking of that American Express commercial Wes made throughout the film, and I saw a lot of Max in Alphonse too. And I laughed about as hard at the look Léaud contemptuously throws at the crew member who comes to get him precisely because it reminded me of Max. It’s a petulant, sheltered, almost stunted childishness, the inverse of the very real angst exhibited by Léaud in the Antoine Doinel character he developed with Truffaut over several films.

I also think the film’s color palette, although captured with more improvisational flair than Anderson’s immaculate compositions, was an influence. Those flat but vibrant pastels certainly recur in Anderson’s filmography.

A: Oh, most definitely. I didn’t make the connection between that commercial, but now that you mention it, it’s the exact same feel, down to choosing which gun to use.

I loved that they chose to set the movie in the Riviera, since you’ve got that warm color palette, but at the end you’ve got a small town coated in snow with palm trees sticking up behind the set.  It matches the chaotic tone of working on set, where just about everything occurs.

J: Yeah, it’s so chaotic, in fact, that it’s hard to know where exactly to start when discussing the film’s overview of film production. Truffaut really stresses the surreality, even the solipsism, of filmmaking. He casts his little production area as a sort of self-contained world of artifice, where one can constantly see the falsity of it in long shot, only for it to feel so real up-close.

What’s interesting about this film as opposed to, say, 8 1/2 or The Player, is its resolute focus on the actual feeling of production. Those films about film approach the subject by way of the artistic process and workplace politics, respectively. Day for Night, on the other hand, is very much about the simple ordeal of coordinating and executing a film shoot, of finding practical solutions for everything from quick rewrites to unruly actors. For someone who helped put forward the auteur theory, Truffaut certainly shows just how much work, and by how many people, it takes to put even a modestly scaled film together.

A: He really emphasizes the nature of film as an artistic industry.  He did something similar with The Last Metro, only that focused on theater in war time.  But I like that there’s the apparent artificiality when all of the characters act so genuine around each other, whether they’re on set or behind scenes.  Even viewing their flaws, they all seem very likable people with the energy to create a film.

J: That’s the curious dichotomy of the film. Every character is, when viewed through a normal prism, completely insane. They’re all narcissistic, stunted and divorced from reality. Nevertheless, they’re linked by this shared madness. I love how casually some of the crew respond to the actors’ histrionic promises to leave show business. They don’t brush off these threats with cynical awareness that the actors couldn’t hack it in the “real world” (though that’s probably true); they just know that this life means too much to the people for them to just quit it.

That’s why I’m especially fascinated by the partners some of these people have who come from outside the industry. Julie’s husband, Liliane and Lajoie’s wife are all vastly different characters, but they share the common trait of exposing, in their own ways, the lunacy of the binds that tie the cast and crew. But they also show how genuine and deep those connections are.

A: I think they’re all connected by this love of film too.  All Alphonse wants to do is go to the movies and when they’re recording chatter their sound guy has to ask the crew not to talk about film.  It’s that drive that gets the crew to handle all of these histrionics.  Everyone works to their own goal.

The outside-spouses’ opinions seem just as off-kilter, even if they’re supposed to resemble the reality outside of production.  There’s the production manager’s wife who won’t give him a bit of peace and then Liliane is willing to run off with a stunt guy she just met.  It’s acknowledging a level of craziness in everyone.

J: I agree, though I think the madness of their own reactions stems at least partially from the effects of the industry. I think Truffaut is saying that the pull of the movies affects everyone. The production slowly absorbs civilians, from the cop who gave permission for a certain shoot to the restaurant patron invited by Severine to join the wrap party. Some people, like the wife or Liliane, just can’t handle the stress and surreality of this tight-knit world, but Truffaut’s view of the industry is never negative. After all, that industry is so attractive because it idealizes the world in which we live.

A: And film is never criticized for the flaws in the actors.  The admiration for it is underlined when Ferrand has dreams of when he stole the lobby cards from Citizen Kane.  That was easily one of my favorite scenes.  It’s such a tender moment of loving film.

So even when it creates these crazy people, they’re likable by default, since they’re working to create more of that.

J: Agree completely. Truffaut always claimed that the cinema saved his life, which it did first as the kind of fan who would steal lobby cards out of love and later as a critic and director. I think he shows how that feeling extends to everyone who works in film. They have their squabbles, their breakdowns, their flights of preening diva behavior, but they always rally to get the work done because it is their lifeblood.

I think that plays to Truffaut’s unique approach to New Wave  postmodernism. All of the Cahiers gang loved movies, but they responded in different ways with their filmmaking. Godard focused on the intellectual and contextual possibilities of  cinema. Rivette went the opposite way, creating sealed-off worlds to explore the structure of film qua film. Chabrol fed his quotation into more old-school, crowd-pleasing fare. But all of Truffaut’s references are emotional, celebrating film as something that links us all. Day for Night embodies that better than perhaps any of his other works.

A: That’s another connection between Wes Anderson and the Cahiers I’d say: there’s this completely apparent love for film in their own works, even if they use it differently.  Truffaut is probably the most sentimental of the group, but I appreciate that.  It adds such affection to the production.

I’m ashamedly not that familiar with the French New Wave auteurs, but I will say that I prefer Truffaut’s humanist approach to Godard’s political one.  I feel like that’s the major stand off in French film: make art that’s personal, or make art that’s challenging in both subject matter and form.

J: Absolutely, and I think Truffaut and Godard embodied that schism better than anyone, their friendship eventually growing incredibly frosty when Godard’s own sentimentality turned to full-on cerebral filmmaking.

I don’t think Truffaut was apolitical (heck, just watch The 400 Blows), but he still saw cinema as his guiding light. Even when Day for Night is at its most uncomfortable, it’s never anything less than elated to be making a movie. So many of his peers were breaking down every component of filmmaking and how the pieces fit together. Truffaut just loved the feeling it gave him.

A: And that is why I will always be a Truffaut Girl: his characters are zany and I love his view of cinema.

J: It’s been quite a while since I’ve watched a Truffaut film—and in the interim, I’ve become much more acquainted with Godard—and I’d forgotten just how pleasant he could be at his best. I do think he could sometimes be too precious by half, but Day for Night displays the best of Truffaut. I’d actually be hard-pressed picking it or The 400 Blows as my favorite of his. It’s chaotic and cheeky but sweet and joyful, and perhaps the least hung-up film about film ever made.

I think I’m all out of big points to say, but there are a few odd observations that I loved and wanted to mention:

-A drunken Severine getting so worked up during a shoot that she asks to just say numbers on-set and overdub the proper lines later like she did with Fellini.

-The you-go-girl response to Liliane running off with the stuntman: “I’d drop a guy for a film. I’d never drop a film for a guy!”

-How Julie’s husband subverts expectations. He’s the character you instantly distrust, the doctor now seeing his patient, having left his family to be with a woman who appears to be decades younger. But he’s so considerate and wise and genuine that I think he provides as much a rock for some of the other actors as he does Julie.

-That scene where they have to get the cat to drink from a saucer. I don’t think I stopped laughing the entire time, from the look of barely checked fury on the part of the handler who kept tossing the poor, uncooperative stray at the cream to the exasperated cry, “Listen, it’s very simple. We’ll stop and begin shooting again when you find me a cat who knows how to act!”

A: I like all of those scenes too.  And it’s fun how Dr. Nelson winds up not playing to type, but just genuinely loves Julie.

Some of my favorites include:

- Julie and Alexandre bonding over an old story about Hollywood.

- The go cart scene! (I can’t resist not bringing it up again).

-There’s this simple gesture when they’re going over the footage of the stuntman and the car, when they pause for the frame when he’s jumping out.  It’s a simple square off, then cutting motion with the fingers and it works so well with that particular montage.

-I also love that scene at the end when they shoot the death scene in the snow.  It’s so melodramatic and Hollywood, but it’s broken down in the same way the crowd scene was at the beginning. It becomes dramatic for the moment, but also for the careful choreography that goes into it.

The Last Days of Disco

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“Disco will never be over.  It will always live in our hearts and minds.”

Directed by Whit Stillman (1998) Starring: Chloe Sevigny, Kate Beckinsale, Chris Eigeman, Matt Keeslar

Rounding off Stillman’s Yuppie Trio is a film about the end of an era from the point of view of two assistants at a publishing company.  Charlotte (Beckinsale) and Alice (Sevigny) spend their time at their favorite club, where they dance and judge what relationships they would get out of the men they meet.  Their dialogue is often caustic and witty and they only ever seem to imagine hope when they talk about beloved disco.

Of their prospective suitors, Alice has the highest optimism and the worst luck.  She loses her virginity to Tom (Robert Sean Leonard) and gains two venereal diseases.  After that she bounces between Des (Eigeman) who is something of a cocaine addict and womanizer and Josh (Keeslar) who is very nice, but has a history of mental illness.  Her optimism also gets crushed a little as she lives with Charlotte in a Railroad apartment.

The third act moves from the female perspective to the men’s side, which makes it feel like Alice and Charlotte are left hanging for awhile.  Des’s club is involved in illegal activity of some sort, although he points out that he knows next to nothing about it.  Josh’s office is the ADA who is planning to prosecute, but his interest in Alice makes things complicated.  Paralleling that is the fact that no one really likes disco anymore, except for this small group of people.

The Last Days of Disco is unexpectedly charming and funny as it goes over the social mores from a generation ago, while young people make desperate attempts to climb the social ladder and still enjoy themselves for one night a week.  What I loved was that it championed optimism after all, even after disco was dead.

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My American Independent Film teacher just emailed us our syllabus for the semester.  On the front page it says “Should probably be called New American Cinema.”

Oh.  Now you tell me.

Not that I’m not excited to learn about New American Cinema, which is a rather big hole in my movie-watching habits, but it definitely the likelihood of my predictions by a mile.

The three that I got right: Stranger Than Paradise (1983); Synedoche, New York (2008); The Future (2011)

And as a brief means of defending my dignity, I did get a lot of auteurs right.  We are going to be watching plenty of Cassavetes, a Spike Lee, a Steven Soderbergh, some Gus Van Sant.

The thing is, New American Cinema is different from American Independent if only that the former inspired the latter.  We’re watching a lot more Altman, Scorsese, and Coppola than I would have expected, but really I should have seen at least two Malick films.

Anyway, I’m not gonna bother listing out the syllabus, but hopefully there will be some posts forthcoming under the “Movie Class Film” tab.

Almost Famous

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“Don’t let those swill merchants rewrite you.”

Directed by Cameron Crowe (2000) Starring: Patrick Fugit, Billy Crudup, Jason Lee, Kate Hudson

Almost Famous has definitely become a victim of the hype-machine.  Most of the people I met in high school who had seen this movie talked about it in hushed religious tones.  Suffice it to say, I wasn’t terribly impressed the first time I watched it, but seeing a guy go after what he was passionate for is a fairly brilliant story.  Glad that I stuck around for a second viewing.

William Morris (Fugit) is a young music writer who lands a commission with Rolling Stone on the band Stillwater.  Along the way, William becomes enamored with the lovely Penny Lane (Hudson).  In a rather equivalent situation, he also admires Stillwater’s front man Russell Hammond (Crudup).  The story alternates behind words of wisdom from Penny about being around a band and William desperately trying to get an interview with Russell.

Why is Penny Lane an issue?  She always comes off a little too idealized to be considered a real character.  While she’s not perky enough to be an official Manic Pixie Dream Girl, there isn’t much that’s revealed about her that alters William’s original idealization. It’s not enough that he’s in the observing role for much of her antics.  While the moments in New York suggest that there are real emotions behind her persona, she isn’t fully realized by the end.  The movie drops off to let William finish his story (since this is his story) with Rolling Stone, and the last word comes from mentor Lester Bangs (Philip Seymour Hoffman): “And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem.  Good-looking people don’t have any spine.  Their art never lasts.  They get the girls, but we’re smarter.”

But like I said earlier: The strengths of Almost Famous lie in its basic plot, sans extended romance.  The ability to run off and write about a band for a national magazine, away from the perpetually nervous mother and unhappy school life in order to see everything that goes on behind the scenes while on tour is a fantasy for a fifteen year old kid, especially now.

The Great Syllabus Guessing Game

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In a little over a week, the Fall Semester will be upon me.  I’m currently enrolled in American Independent Cinema and rumor has it that this professor wants our homework to be all movie watching, all the time.  With my handy Directory of World Cinema: American Independent at my side, I think it’s time to play Guess the Syllabus.

I’ve had this professor once before, so I know he likes Anderson, Baumbach and Tarantino (although he also assumes that most college kids have seen at least some of their movies).  He also includes at least a few recent films, so I’m guessing there will be one 2010 or 2011 theatrical release.

Mullholland Dr.

Rushmore

Synedoche, New York

She’s Gotta Have It

Hostel

Boogie Nights

A Woman Under the Influence

Killing Zoe

The Man Who Wasn’t There

The King of Kong

Buffalo ’66

sex, lies and videotape

Lost Highway

Primer

Broken Flowers

Easy Rider

Five Easy Pieces

Stranger Than Paradise

Mala Noche

Pink Flamingos

Shortbus

All the Real Girls

The Station Agent

Before Sunrise & Before Sunset

Go

Slacker

Happiness

Pull My Daisy

Schizopolis

And the 2010/2011 spot goes to… I really want to say The Future, but seeing Holy Rollers again would be super.  And there will probably be a Sofia Coppola spot, so I’m gonna go with “Somewhere”.

Naturally, it would be better if this syllabus took me completely by surprise and introduced a whole slew of American Independents that I’ve never even heard of.  But, y’know, we’ll see.

The Darjeeling Limited

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Written By Wes Anderson, Roman Coppola, and Jason Schwartzman

Directed by Wes Anderson (2007)

Starring: Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, Owen Wilson, Amara Karan, Anjelica Huston

When I think about The Darjeeling Limited almost two weeks after watching it, I mostly come back to the smaller moments.  How well-used The Kinks’ “This Time Tomorrow” is as they run for their train, the loving look Adrien Brody gives to his newly-purchased cobra, the fascinating movements in and around the train car.  And I keep thinking to myself “Well, maybe it’s all of these smaller moments that I like about the movie, instead of the film as a whole.”

Then I think about the weird motifs and themes: The white people coming to India expecting sudden spirituality, only spending their time getting high.  The year of mourning they take after their father’s death, but denial of their reactions on the way to the funeral.  Actually, it seems like it’s an entire movie based off of denial of emotions: Peter (Brody) doesn’t want to acknowledge whatever fatherly affection he has for his unborn child, but is automatically devoted to his new pet.  Peter (Schwartzman) is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend, but approaches all love and romance coldly, then turns these dramatic life moments into short stories.  I can’t even figure out what’s going on with Owen Wilson’s character at first blush.  Just that it was similar to his own life.

The movie is appreciative that making planned vacations is idiotic at best, although that’s putting it simply.  Francis pulling out a very exact schedule as compiled by his assistant Brendan (Wallace Wolodarsky) for his brothers to find spiritual enlightenment is hilarious.  The turning point comes when they get kicked off of the train and experience real India through a terrible river accident.  When facing death again, the movie shifts to the day of their father’s funeral which adds a lot of depth to the zany selfishness of the characters previously.  Instead of being a lark about American idiots using a saintly stereotype of India to excuse their own bad habits, the movie is about three flawed people who are in the middle of mourning.

Beginners

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Directed by Mike Mills (2010) Starring: Ewan McGregor, Melanie Laurent, Christopher Plummer

Beginners is a very zen movie, which is a little strange considering how sad it is.  It’s just a very relaxed sadness, what it means to feel so disconnected from life, but finding a way back to it.  Oliver (McGregor) describes his life after his father’s death, four years after his father comes out of the closet.  He adopts his dog Arthur and reflects on his childhood, the history of sadness, and falling in love with French actress Anna (Laurent).

It’s weird to call it a quiet film since the soundtrack is very present, but that’s what it feels like.  Most of the emotional tug is subtle, or quirky without being too saccharine.  While Oliver and Anna behave typically over-the-top, it becomes endearing as two damaged people find a viable connection.  For example, they meet at a Halloween party, where Oliver is dressed as Sigmund Freud, carrying around Arthur.  They manage to have a conversation, even though Anna has lost her voice.  And off we go.  Oliver talks to Arthur, pretending that he can hear the dog’s responses (subtitles help us see into his thoughts) and leaves graffiti of “historical consciousness” rather than simple tags.  Anna lives in hotels and empty apartments, doesn’t answer her father’s phone calls, but also thinks that she can hear Arthur talking to her.

The film is cut between straight narrative of 2003 with Oliver’s reflections on life in the 1950s, when his parents got married and how happiness and sadness was portrayed in media.  Static images hang against a black background, or else switch phrenetically as Oliver describes them.  When his father is diagnosed with lung cancer, a quarter appears, later broken up into two dimes and one nickel, then twenty-five pennies as if understanding the term “a quarter-sized lump” can just as easily be broken up the same way.

For awhile, I couldn’t see how Hal’s (Plummer) sexuality fit into the picture.  As a character he joins gay activist groups and passionately tells Oliver about Harvey Milk.  It didn’t seem appropriate to have homosexuality handled in such a political, rather than personal, manner, but it makes sense.  Hal was looking for the community he couldn’t have after forty-plus years of marriage.  He is always determined to have someone to the point where he is worried about Oliver winding up alone because he won’t settle.

It’s a well-made, off-center film that is worth a trip to the local theater.  While it’s sad, it’s also filled with infinite hope.

Some Cast it Hot Episode 15: Tiny Dancer

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“Tiny Dancer” features me and Alex discussing Almost Famous and Road Trip movies.  Unfortunately, Sasha couldn’t be with us for this episode, but she gives her recommendations anyway.  It’s like twitter magic!

Movies discussed: Almost Famous, Interstate 60, Midnight Run, Smokey and the Bandit, Lord of the Rings, The Wizard, Pee Wee’s Big Adventure

You can listen to Some Cast it Hot here!

We love feedback, especially starting this episode (hint hint!), so please drop us a line either at our blogs or by email: somecastithot @ gmail.com

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2

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Directed by David Yates (2011) Starring: Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson

Getting ready for the final Harry Potter movie involved a lot more preparation than any other screening.  I re-read the seventh book the week before.  By Wednesday it seemed as though everyone was talking about Harry Potter.  That night was nostalgia overload– running around my house trying to put together a Luna costume for a friend’s party, hunting around in my attic for my old Hedwig stuffed owl, the first thing I remember saving up to buy.  Briefly, I remembered how different it was to watch the first movie, four weeks after it had been released.  I also remembered that I bought a Wizard Rock album by the Remus Lupins and listened to it in the car all day long.

I’d never been to a midnight screening before, but from hearsay I was prepared for the lines.  My friend Shannon and I got our round 3D glasses and stood amidst fellow Hogwarts students, Deatheaters, house elves, and already-tired parents.  Sometimes these groups meshed, like the father wearing a handmade Quidditch t-shirt and the slutty high schoolers wandering around with Slytherin green skirts and Bellatrix-styled bustiers.  We sat in the very back, surprisingly stuck between two groups of bros who seemed to have gone along for the hype.

And then, for the actual film.  I tried to describe the experience as much as possible, since I realized this week that part of what made Harry Potter so important was outside of the books and the movies.  All of the cultural zeitgeist effects were evident in how I prepped for the theater, how my friends talked about the movies.  We were the generation who had grown up with Harry Potter, more than any other.  I remember reluctantly picking up the first book when I was ten and quickly becoming addicted.  My interest fell off after the seventh book came out– well, even before that really.  The last movie I saw in theaters was the fifth.  I didn’t even bother to watch the sixth except as an after thought and 7.1 just never happened.  But since this was my childhood, it seemed like I should do it justice and watch it at midnight with my fellow generation-HP friends.

So where was I going with this?  Oh yeah, the film itself.  I’m gonna go ahead and say that the 3D experience was unimpressive.  The movie picks up at Shell Cottage, when Harry makes the important decision to go after the Horcruxes instead of beating Voldemort to the Elder Wand.  It all leads up to the Battle for Hogwarts, where things inevitably come to the end.

This interpretation was fairly strong, although it seemed iffy to break up the movies around Dobby’s death.  The first third or so about breaking into Gringotts was about as weirdly paced as it was in the books when you take into account that in the same day comes the big battle scene.  The film picks up when the Golden Trio are able to interact with some other characters, especially when Neville (Matthew Lewis) walks out of the tunnel in the Hog’s Head.  From then on out it became all of the scenes that had to happen, if adjusted slightly for the cinema.

The best parts were the crowd favorites, of course.  Harry using the Resurrection Stone, Molly shouting “Not my daughter you bitch!” and Neville killing Nagini.  Of course, there were weaker elements that seemed to string these great scenes together.  I will never understand the choice of having McGonagall say “I always wanted to do that spell,” when they’re in the middle of prepping for battle or Voldemort telling the Hogwarts students to come forward and join him.  The scene in the book had a little more impact, since it was Voldemort just taking power, going so far as to destroy the Sorting Hat and outlining his plan for a pure blood Hogwarts.

These are just nitpicks I’ve found in retrospect.  I shouldn’t have read the book again so soon before the movie came out, but it’s also the difference between mediums.  I liked the dreamy quality to Snape’s memories and how wonderfully Alan Rickman acted, but not the fact that they skipped over why Lily stopped associating with Severus.

But well, it’s the end of things.  Shannon kept repeating as we left the theater “Our childhood is over.”  That’s the case, although I wouldn’t think that it was so clear-cut.  With the release of Deathly Hallows Part 2, it is the end of the era of midnight releases and press hype,  but as JK Rowling said: ” Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”

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