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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Have We "Departed" from the True Point of the Oscars?

I admire greatly Martin Scorsese's body of work and his contribution to film preservation efforts, but if "The Departed" is the best American movie we made last year, Hollywood needs to take a long hard look at itself. I just finished watching the Chinese film on which "Departed" was based, 2002's "Infernal Affairs", which tells the same basic story but is tighter, more coherent, lighter on sex and violence, has a better ending- and is 50 minutes shorter, with no Nicholson mugging. OK- it's politics, and Mr. Scorsese certainly deserves an honorary Oscar, but last time I checked, the Best Picture Oscar involves the actual merit of the film. Wake up, la-la land: there is a discerning, growing, underserved group that wants leaner, more intelligent and more original pictures.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Memories of Altman

I just finished reading your part two about Robert Altman.

I'm "nobody." My son, Jarrett Lennon (Kaufman) was in Short Cuts (Chad Weathers) and, because he was a minor, I of course "HAD" to be by his side for the entire work-time. I cannot begin to tell you what a delightful, soul-satisfying time both Jarrett and I had with Bob, as well as the rest of the crew and cast. Bob was the dearest man, and he gave me as much attention as anyone else, and we talked politics, art, and a great deal about my parents (both labor union organizers, Commies, friends of Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo, the whole history that goes with all that). Day after day, week after week, it was an absolute joy to be around that dear man.

What Jarrett and I both, to this day, appreciate most about Bob (besides his extraordinary artistic talent) is that everyone was equally important on the set. He knew that; we knew that. It was good to be around someone who recognized how very much every single being counts on one of his shoots.

The friendship between my then-little boy (who turned 25 today, the 1st of February) and Bob lasted through phone calls.

Bob's death knocked me out. I'm still reeling from it, amazingly enough.

I am glad you got to meet Bob and feel just a bit of his wonderful self.

Upstairs is Daphne. She is a very old little lizard, now, but in 1992, she also had a small part in Short Cuts. As Peter Gallagher's about to stomp down the side of his former house, we see what appears to be a scary monster. The camera quickly pulls back, revealing it's a tiny lizard in the hands of Jarrett, as seen through Frances McDormand's kitchen window [and yet another through-the-window shot, eh?). Sweet Daphne is a daily reminder of Bob, because Bob gave Jarrett her, but that's a whole other super wonderful little story on just how personal Bob always was.

I have a huge lump in my throat right now.

Thank you for your good words about Robert Altman.

Tribute to Robert Altman - Part Two

Coming out of the ether after a hectic but happy holiday and new year, I now complete my two-part tribute to the late director Robert Altman, who, with immeasurable grace and class, helped us re-launch the restored Avon Theatre just three years ago.

A review of Altman’s filmography reflects an artist unafraid to place his idiosyncratic stamp on a variety of vehicles, with the result ranging from outright triumph to noble misfire. In the former category, I nominate the following titles spanning from the late seventies to the early nineties.
3 Women (1977) - Shy Texas gal Pinky Rose (Spacek) has just relocated to a small North Carolina town, where she takes a job working at a rehab center for the elderly. After befriending garrulous co-worker Millie Lammoreaux (Duvall), the two move in together. Over time, Pinky becomes obsessively attached to Millie, whom she idolizes. But Millie’s dalliance with Edgar (Robert Fortier), a former TV stunt man, threatens to turn Pinky’s world inside out. This moody, dreamlike drama of psychological obsession was one of Altman’s finest films of the 1970s, owing mostly to his two female leads, whose performances are surreal and strangely touching. Altman, who based his script on an actual dream, focuses heavily on atmosphere and symbolic visual imagery, but he allows his actors—especially Duvall, as the chattering Millie—plenty of room to unravel their weird Southern personas. Vague, provocative, and awash in a hazy blue-and-yellow palette, “3 Women” is a bewitching tale of naiveté and emotional distress.
Secret Honor (1984)- Shortly after his resignation following the Watergate scandal, former U.S. president Richard M. Nixon (Hall) sits alone in his private study late at night, dictating his memoirs, with a bottle of Chivas close at hand. Downing a few drinks, then a few more, Nixon rants bitterly about Khruschev and Kissinger, Castro and the Kennedys, revisiting his past glories and failures while attempting to rehabilitate his tainted image. A filmed adaptation of Philip Baker Hall’s tour de force one-man show, Altman’s “Secret Honor” presents Nixon as a blustering paranoid-obsessive consumed by rage and a crippling insecurity, but also as a man with deep regrets about his life and legacy. Hall is haunting as the broken, isolated former leader, and Altman’s unique visual sensibility lends a restrained but effective cinematic quality to the single-actor, single-setting environment. Disturbing and poignant, “Secret Honor” is a complex look at a misguided, misunderstood, and ultimately, quite pathetic figure.
Vincent and Theo (1990)- Dark, complex film delves into the fraught relationship between artist Vincent Van Gogh ( Tim Roth) and younger brother Theo (Paul Rhys), a struggling art dealer who single-handedly supports his penniless, eccentric older brother for most of Vincent’s life, sacrificing his own happiness and fulfillment. The long-suffering Theo spends his time either selling inferior art work to rich dilettantes, pushing his brother’s work to a dismissive public, or struggling to keep Vincent from descending into madness. There exist several worthy films on the character and work of Van Gogh, this now revered artist who ironically sold only one painting during his lifetime. But only Altman’s entry probes the mysterious, mystical connection between the brothers, whereby Vincent’s tormented genius acts on Theo like some invisible magnet, drawing him into a caretaker role, while making him keenly aware of his own relative ordinariness. Altman evokes a rich sense of period, and elicits winning performances all around (most notably, a juicy turn by Jean-Pierre Cassel as a pompous art patron). The two leads shine as well, particularly the intense, mesmerizing Roth in an Oscar-caliber portrayal. At the end credits, this unsung film leaves us sensing the immense frustration of ill-timed brilliance.
The Player (1992)- Studio executive Griffin Mill (Tim Robbins) has a comfortable, if hectic, life as a Hollywood green-lighter, listening to pitches for bad sequels and misbegotten action flicks while schmoozing with a who’s who of silver-screen luminaries. Mill’s cushy life begins to unravel, however, when he starts receiving anonymous death threats. Spooked and frustrated by the harassment, Mill has a fateful parking-lot confrontation late one night with pushy screenwriter David Kahane (Vincent D’Onofrio) that leads him to the brink of ruination. No one has an eye for human behavior like Altman, and this caustic satire of back-stabbing power brokers and anxious movers and shakers in La-La Land really soars, thanks to a brilliant script by Michael Tolkin, adapted from his own novel. Robbins is creepily understated as a put-upon exec, the drifting center of a sprawling cast that includes Greta Scacchi as a painter and Buck Henry, Dean Stockwell, Fred Ward, and Peter Gallagher, all incarnating various types of preening, unctious “players” in Hollywood. Watch for cameos by A-list celebrities too numerous to mention, and too much fun to give away.
Short Cuts (1993)- In the director’s ambitious follow-up to “Player”, featuring a decidedly different side to the City of Angels, myriad lives criss-cross and intertwine in a sprawling ensemble drama adapted from Raymond Carver stories. As various couples bicker and struggle with love, sex, marriage, and alcohol, three friends on a fishing trip (Fred Ward, Buck Henry, and Huey Lewis) find a woman’s dead body but decide not to report it, an aging philanderer (Jack Lemmon) confesses his infidelities while his grandson lies comatose after an auto accident, and a birthday-cake baker (Lyle Lovett) seethes with anger over a trivial slight. The inspired match-up of Carver and Altman makes for movie magic in “Cuts,” a character-driven comedy/drama that wrings a lot of emotional truth from its engaging, ever-proliferating storylines, much like the director’s previous film quilt, “Nashville.” And you’d be hard-pressed to find a quirkier, more accomplished cast, including Tim Robbins, Frances McDormand, Julianne Moore, Lily Tomlin, Matthew Modine, Andie McDowell and Bruce Davison, who inject humanity and eccentricity into their roles with effortless naturalism. The film is long at just over three hours, but “Short Cuts” is such an enthralling (and constantly varying) slice of life that you hardly feel the time passing.

A Tribute to Robert Altman - Part One

I was nervous and excited to meet this man. It was May 5th, 2004 in downtown Stamford, and as a founding board member of the restored Avon Theatre, it was my privilege to host Robert Altman at our gala re-opening event. Better still, as part of the program, we’d meet Altman and his wife Kathryn for a private dinner beforehand to get acquainted.

My nerves came from opening night jitters, but also from the director’s reputation as a maverick and the fact he rarely smiled in photos. Soon after the couple’s arrival at Siena Restaurant, a block away from the Avon, I found myself completely disarmed and at ease.. Robert Altman was turning out to be one of the more generous and unassuming people I’d ever met.

True, he was not a big smiler, but it was quickly apparent this was due to a natural mid-western reserve, and nothing else. In addition, Kathryn, his spouse of 45 years, was consistently gracious and delightful. Altman ordered a drink for Kathryn and himself, told me to call him “Bob”, and we were off to the races.

We spoke of his early days learning the craft, directing episodes of the 60’s TV series “Combat”. He said it was the best training he could have hoped for, and was grateful to have been paid to learn the tricky, time-sensitive art of directing.

After the meal, strolling with me to the theatre, he made this comment: “People should realize that when they revisit a truly great movie, they’ll always see it with fresh eyes.”

That night, both Avon’s houses were packed, with the larger theatre showing Altman’s classic “McCabe and Mrs. Miller”, and the smaller house featuring “The Company”, a recent production starring Neve Campbell .Patiently, Bob went from one theatre to the other, gave everyone the same self-deprecating welcome, and introduced each movie.

After the screenings, the audiences merged into the large house for a Q&A session that lasted a full hour. The director (then almost eighty) was engaged and eloquent throughout. At about half past eleven, it was all over, and after warm, grateful farewells, the Altmans headed back to New York City. Before departing, Bob made a special point of telling me how much he loved our theatre.

I thought: what a class act. And of course, with a pang of sadness I felt it all over again when I heard of Altman’s passing last month. At the same time I was grateful that we Avon patrons got to see this gifted gentleman in such fine form not so long ago.

This first installment of my two-part Altman tribute focuses on his initial period of cinematic success, from 1970-1975, when his film career first sky-rocketed. The following early Altman titles all warrant the “re-visiting” the director mentioned on that magic night in Stamford.
M*A*S*H (1970) -Altman’s breakthrough black comedy details the shenanigans of three rogue surgeons ( Donald Sutherland, Elliott Gould, and Tom Skerritt) assigned to a mobile army surgical hospital during the Korean War. Their hijinks distract them from the daily horrors they face in the operating room. This ground-breaking film remains my personal favorite Altman work, a sharp, seamless blending of comedy and anti-war film that’s as fresh and irreverent today as when released. (Extensive use of overlapping dialogue sequences was a first at the time.) Top-notch performances throughout and some unbearably funny and fast dialogue distinguish this memorable outing, soon to be adapted into one of TV’s longest-running series.
McCabe and Mrs. Miller (1971) - John McCabe (Warren Beatty), gambler turned entrepreneur, finds a remote community in the 1900’s Pacific Northwest, and with the help of savvy madam Constance Miller (Julie Christie), builds it into a thriving town. Soon, some determined business interests want to buy McCabe out, but he refuses, forcing an eventual showdown. Altman’s dark, ironic tale is more mood piece than classic western, painting an unidealized portrait of our country’s expansion. Though we side with McCabe against the corporate interests, we realize we’re actually rooting for a crooked card-shark whose relationship with a drug-addicted prostitute is anything but healthy. The movie’s filled with stark, stunning visual set-pieces, and boasts one of Beatty’s best performances. This is more peak Altman, and don’t miss that finish!
Images (1972) - Altman’s subtle, under-exposed chiller concerns Cathryn (Susannah York), a woman whose last vestiges of reality are giving way to schizophrenia. Her disintegration occurs mainly at the Irish country home which she and her husband Hugh (Rene Auberjonois) share. Other mysterious, predatory men pop in and out of the film as well, but since the viewer is trapped inside Cathryn’s diseased mind, it’s hard to tell just who or what is real. Weird, creepy film builds dread and disorientation as we experience madness right alongside the central character. Altman’s choice of rustic Irish setting is ideal, as cinematographer Vilmos Zsigmond uses its dank, remote quality to accentuate Cathryn’s building isolation and paranoia. The movie’s bleak, opaque quality will not be to all tastes, but psychological horror fans should pounce. York is outstanding in the lead.
Nashville (1975) - This ensemble drama finds mean-spirited, patriotic crooner Haven Hamilton (Henry Gibson), mentally fragile country queen Barbara Jean (Ronee Blakely), philandering folkie Tom (Keith Carradine), and more than 20 indelible characters--performers, wanna-be stars, groupies, runaway wives, and Bible thumpers—crossing paths over a long, eventful weekend in the Country Music Capital of the U.S.A., where a political campaign is also underway. Altman’s sprawling masterpiece cleverly satirizes both the wholesome image of the country-music industry and the values of the “Me Generation”. But the enduring strength of the film lies in the hands and hearts of the many talented actors— Lily Tomlin, Ned Beatty, Jeff Goldblum, Karen Black, and Shelley Duvall, to name a few, who populate this rich cinematic mosaic. Real-life singer Blakely stands out as a troubled star modeled after Loretta Lynn. In yet another grand Altman-esque gesture, the actors composed their own songs for “Nashville”--and a most tuneful soundtrack it is.
But wait, there’s more. After the New Year, we’ll review the cream of Altman’s later work, from the late seventies forward. Till then, happy holidays and happy viewing.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Cassel on Cassavetes

Seymour Cassel, the distinctive character actor boasting close to two hundred film and TV credits over a forty year career, will appear at the Avon Theatre in Stamford on Monday, October 23rd at 7:30 PM, to pay tribute to his friend and mentor, the late actor/director John Cassavetes. The Avon will screen Cassavetes’ ground-breaking 1968 film, “Faces”, which features Cassel. As a co-founder of the Avon, I had the pleasure of catching up with Seymour in advance. A summary of our conversation follows.

It seems the inimitable Seymour Cassel was born with greasepaint in his veins.

“My mother worked in the old Minsky’s troupe, which toured the country in the golden age of burlesque theatre,” Seymour recalls. “Of course she took me with her everywhere. As a kid, I remember wearing a checkered suit and appearing on-stage in the routines worked out by the “baggy pants” comedians. Mostly, I made their pants come down.”

In the artistically vibrant New York City of the fifties, Cassel was an acting student with the famed Stella Adler when he encountered an electric aspiring film-maker named John Cassavetes, just six years his senior. The two men clicked immediately, and from then on, both professionally and personally, Seymour never left John for very long.

Cassel sums up his feelings this way: “He was my dearest friend, and also the greatest director you could work with as an actor, because he always put the characters first. He understood that the nuances in a film existed as much in the actor as in the script. In fact, most often the camera and lighting people just had to keep up with what was unfolding in front of them. Ultimately, John cared less about whether a shot ended up in soft focus, more about whether the interaction in the scene had that ring of truth.”

The best way to experience what Cassel means is to lay your hands on The Criterion Collection’s indispensable box set, “John Cassavetes: Five Films” (2004), which features the director’s first experimental full-length film, “Shadows” (1959), his break-through feature, “Faces” (1968), followed by “A Woman Under The Influence” (1974), “The Killing Of A Chinese Bookie” (1976), and finally, “Opening Night” (1977). These titles comprise an inspired assemblage of the director’s best output.

Ahead of its time, “Shadows” centers on a fragile love affair which dissolves when a young white man discovers his naive girlfriend is half-black. In “Faces”, we follow the crumbling world of a middle-aged businessman (John Marley), who leaves his empty marriage and retreats to his mistress, a high-class call girl (Gena Rowlands). Meanwhile Marley’s wife (Lynn Carlin) finds solace with a kooky hustler played by Seymour. “A Woman Under The Influence” concerns a loving married couple (Rowlands and Peter Falk), who nevertheless can’t fully connect or understand each other, a problem aggravated when Gena’s character suffers a nervous breakdown. “Killing”, perhaps the most conventional of the series, is a flavorful gangster picture, as strip-club operator Ben Gazzara gets in over his head with the mob (including Seymour), while “Opening Night” shows stage diva Rowlands blocked over a part that suggests her advancing age.

Atypical of Hollywood and Hollywood couples, Cassavetes and Rowlands were married for thirty-five years (right up to his death), and made ten pictures together. For those who associate the actress with lighter, more recent fare- be it Lasse Hallstrom’s “Something To Talk About” (1995) or even “The Notebook” (2001, directed by son Nick), watching Rowlands in “Faces”, “Influence”, and “Opening Night” is a revelation. Across the board, she is riveting- a truly astonishing screen actress, with her gifts in full bloom playing her husband’s muse.

Always limiting the breadth of Cassavetes’ public was that none of his features were intended as pure entertainment. (Notably, the director once described his films as being about “love-and the lack of it”, a sobering issue if ever there was one.) Yet regardless of audience size (never his primary concern), John’s hard-won independence meant he could practice film-making as an authentic means of artistic expression, bypassing the culture of greed that corrupts so many mainstream movies.

A Cassavetes film usually makes the viewer a bit uncomfortable, like someone who’s walked into a party uninvited, one which could turn ugly any second. Such is the impact of the “truth” Cassavetes empowered his actors to find, reflecting life as a wondrously weird, often messy phenomenon.

Cassel observes: “John was intrigued by the contradictions in people. Say you love a woman, but over time little things start to bug you about her. So one day you start an affair. But you still love the other woman. You feel guilty, but you continue cheating. Is it to punish her or yourself? Why does this happen? John recognized that life was often very frustrating, and he was fascinated by the complexity of human behavior.”

Seymour elaborates further: “Central to John’s belief was the idea that people tend to talk at each other, not to each other”, creating a round-about dance where thorny issues of real significance get submerged, becoming invisible land-mines just waiting to be stepped on.

Though the rawness and immediacy of a Cassavetes film can be unnerving to watch, most always there’s a leavening effect. We witness light-hearted, loving moments. And we feel sympathy, even affection for many of his characters. Our hearts break for the deflowered girl in “Shadows”, the bewildered housewife in “Influence”, even the two-bit gambler in “Killing”, whose only home is his strip-club, his only family its sleazy denizens.

Cassavetes merits hero status among independent film-makers as someone who consistently found ways to fund his own films. “John could work no other way”, Seymour says simply. “He wanted that independence, because he truly loved making movies his way. There was noone I ever met who loved films and film-making more than John. He would often do commercial work, but this was mostly to fund his own productions. It was economic necessity, pure and simple.”

Clearly the two earliest films in the Cassavetes box set hold special significance for Cassel. On “Shadows”, where he’s billed as Associate Producer, Seymour first learned, in his words, “how to unscrew a camera from a tripod.” With John deploying him everywhere, the young actor gradually discovered how films were made, by observing and by doing. With “Faces”, Seymour notes, “we set in place the working method which would guide the rest of John’s films, including, to the best of our ability, shooting films in sequence.” This was done to let characters’ emotions build naturally.

Seymour volunteers this warm recollection: “When John was cutting “Faces”, he was really excited. He had the high emotions of his Greek heritage, and he turned to me one day and said, ‘Sey, you’re going to win the Oscar for this part!’ Of course I didn’t believe him.” (It turned out John’s wild prediction was extremely close to the mark: while Cassel didn’t win the Oscar, he was indeed nominated, along with co-star Lynn Carlin.)

In the late sixties, Cassavetes contracted hepatitis on a film set in Mexico, and was told by doctors that drinking alcohol would be risky to his long-term health. Yet as Seymour puts it, “Now and then John liked a cocktail, and sometimes he, Ben, Peter, and I would go out for a drink or two.” He adds softly, “We had a lot of fun.”

John Cassavetes died of a liver ailment just shy of his sixtieth birthday in 1989, but in the end, he was proud of the film legacy he’d built. Cassel comments: “John believed he’d done something special with his work, something that would live on after him.” And as his loving friend and collaborator Seymour Cassel would doubtless agree, he was right.

-John Farr


Post-script: my three favorite non-Cassavetes films featuring Seymour Cassel: Barry Levinson’s “Tin Men” (1987), Wes Anderson’s “Rushmore” (1998), and Billy Crystal’s “61*” (2001).

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Monday, August 14, 2006

John Huston's Century

August marks the centennial of legendary director John Huston’s birth, though in the eighty outsize years he actually had on this earth, he seems to have lived several lives and lifetimes. Those who remember him best for his occasional acting forays (most memorably as Noah Cross in “Chinatown”) should also explore Huston’s memorable work behind the camera.

The tall, gangly son of noted actor Walter Huston, John started as a screenwriter, and by his early twenties was already scripting such high-profile Warner Brothers’ pictures as William Wyler’s “Jezebel” (1938), starring Bette Davis. Then, on the set of Raoul Walsh’s scorching “High Sierra” (1941) which he also penned, Huston would encounter Humphrey Bogart, a seasoned Warners supporting player who, with the younger man’s help, would soon make a late bid for stardom.

By this point, John had earned a chance in the director’s chair, and the feature he’d helm was a re-make of Dashiell Hammett’s best-seller, “The Maltese Falcon”. After Warners star George Raft foolishly turned down the starring role of private detective Sam Spade, Bogie was tapped with Huston’s enthusiastic support. The film became an enormous success, with a cool, assured Bogie playing opposite Mary Astor’s Brigid O'Shaughnessy, a shifty femme fatale who needs help finding a jewel-encrusted statue of a falcon. Some other nefarious types want the same item, including “The Fat Man” (Sydney Greenstreet, a distinguished sixty-year old British stage actor in his film debut). Spade is locked in tight since the case also resulted in his partner's murder. "Falcon" stands as the first definitive private eye film, with its assortment of unsavory characters vying for that big score in a treacherous urban landscape.
Henceforth Huston would direct (and sometimes write) most all his movies, achieving a career high with twin 1948 triumphs that once again featured Bogart: “The Treasure Of The Sierra Madre” and “Key Largo”. In “Treasure”, three down-on-their luck Americans in Mexico (Bogart, Tim Holt and Walter Huston), pool their meager resources and set off to search for gold. Once they locate it, they must decide how best to protect it, and before long the seeds of distrust take root. A savage human drama with liberal doses of humor, suspense and action, ultimately “Treasure” remains a stark, striking meditation on the nature of greed. Not only did John win a Best Director Oscar for this, but his father, Walter, also took home a statuette for his inspired performance.
In “Largo”, as a huge tropical storm develops, WWII vet Frank McCloud (Bogart) visits a hotel in the titular Florida coastal town to pay his respects to Nora (Lauren Bacall), the widow of a deceased war buddy. Run by Nora’s father-in-law James (Lionel Barrymore), the place is harboring some sinister urban types-namely, the infamous mobster Johnny Rocco (Edward G. Robinson) who’s slipped back into the country and quietly taken control of the establishment. But with sturdy Frank around, a showdown feels inevitable. Based on Maxwell Anderson’s play, the tingling “Largo” features taut direction and indelible turns from stolid good guy Bogart and from Robinson, returning to tried-and-true gangster mode as the menacing Rocco. While the supporting cast is equally fine (especially Oscar-winner Claire Trevor as a drunken moll), it’s Rocco’s sadistic, savage power that occupies center stage.
Two years later, Huston scored again in what remains one of the finest noir films on record: “The Asphalt Jungle”. A vivid chronicle of the planning, execution and aftermath of a daring jewel robbery, “Jungle” revolves around the suave Alonzo Emmerich (Louis Calhern), a respectable married businessman who in fact is both extremely crooked and in desperate need of cash. He masterminds a heist, drawing out the more skilled denizens of the city's criminal element. This riveting, tense mood piece is loaded with furtive underworld figures ably played by the likes of Sam Jaffe, James Whitmore and a young Sterling Hayden. And Calhern was never better. Also look for an early Marilyn Monroe appearance as Alonzo’s child-like mistress.
Incredibly, Huston’s best-known feature still hasn’t enjoyed a proper domestic DVD release: “The African Queen” (1951), the story of a disheveled, alcoholic skipper and female missionary thrown together by circumstance in the wilds of Africa circa World War One. Originally intended as a vehicle for Bette Davis years before, this first-time pairing of Bogart and Katharine Hepburn worked a charm, netting the aging actor his first and only Oscar. By all accounts, the location shoot was as fascinating as the movie itself. For instance, reportedly Hepburn was so peeved by Huston and Bogart’s heavy drinking on-set that she restricted herself to water, causing a severe bout of dysentery, much to the delight of the boozers.
“Queen” was swiftly followed by the colorful, atmopheric “Moulin Rouge” (1952). In late nineteenth century Paris, frustrated by a childhood injury that deformed his legs, well-heeled painter Toulouse-Lautrec (Jose Ferrer) immerses himself in the bawdy world of Montmartre’s lively show club, “Le Moulin Rouge”, quaffing cognac and observing can-can acts while refining his art. One night, he meets Marie, a prostitute trying to ditch a policeman, and the two begin a tumultuous relationship. This engrossing biopic is drenched in vivid hues lifted from the artist’s own palette. Shot mostly from the waist up, but acting on his knees, Ferrer is remarkable as Lautrec, whose infirmity cripples his self-esteem but also informs his flagrant art. Zsa Zsa Gabor, as entertainer Jane Avril, is captivating, while Georges Auric’s now-classic score gives “Rouge” a melancholy cast. The flamboyant opening sequence ranks as one of Huston’s finest set pieces.
By this point, it appeared that most everything John Huston touched would turn to cinematic gold. It may be the writer/director began to believe this himself, and got complacent. Certainly with success he could and did indulge in more real-life adventures; he was a keen sportsman and hunter. Regardless, the ensuing twenty years would yield only a few good Huston films ( notably 1957’s war drama “Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison”), and far too many releases unworthy of his talent ( “The Barbarian and The Geisha”, “The Bible”, “Reflections In A Golden Eye”, “Sinful Davey”, and “The Kremlin Letter”, to name a few).
Thankfully, two films from the 1970s saw the director return to his old form: “Fat City” (1972) and “The Man Who Would Be King” (1975), the latter released just as Huston reached his seventieth year. In “City”, Huston presents a spare, bleak portrait of humanity on the skids in the world of small-town boxing. In Stockton, California, Tully (Stacy Keach), a once-promising fighter past his prime, is torn between subsisting as a migrant worker and giving the ring one last shot. As he works through this, he befriends Ernie (Jeff Bridges) a younger fighter who reminds him of his former hopeful self, and Oma (Susan Tyrrell), a sloppy drunk in whom Tully finds a kindred lost soul. Not easy or pleasant to watch, the film’s impact sneaks up on you, as Huston’s spot-on evocation of this down-and-out world eventually creeps under your skin. The acting bar is set high, with Keach believably tragic in the central role, and Tyrrell stealing the picture (and nabbing an Oscar nod) as the bitter, broken down Oma. Though by Hollywood standards a “small picture”, “Fat City” still scores a knock-out.
Next, in the flavorful “Man Who Would Be King”, adapted from a Rudyard Kipling tale, British sergeants Daniel Dravot (Connery) and Peachy Carnehan (Caine) are tired of soldiering in late nineteenth century Colonial India, and it seems their ungrateful country has tired of them too. They suddenly find themselves without prospects in a far-away land, and resolve to travel to remote Kafiristan in search of fabled treasure. Once there, the two make the natives believe Danny is a god, and at once, all manner of luxuries get bestowed on them. All too easily, it seems, their mission is accomplished, so as long as the populace never learns their king is actually mortal. Huston had wanted to do this project for years (originally with Gable and Bogart), but it’s hard to think of better casting for the two rogue adventurers than Connery and Caine, whose real-life friendship helped spark a palpable on-screen chemistry. Here Huston crafts a grand combination of humor and suspense, culminating in a stunning climax. For adventure with a capital “A”, bow down to this “King”.
Characteristically, John Huston never retired. For his uneven but entertaining “Prizzi’s Honor” (1985), a rare foray into comedy, he’d become the first and only person to direct both a parent and a child to respective Oscars (daughter Angelica won for “Prizzi”). Fiercely proud of his Irish heritage, the director died of emphysema shortly after completing his reverential screen adaptation of James Joyce’s “The Dead” (1987), another family affair featuring a script by son Tony, and starring Angelica. It would serve as a fitting swan-song to an amazing life and career.

Monday, July 17, 2006

John Farr and Joe Pantoliano


We had a delightful evening at the Avon Theatre in Stamford with actor Joe Pantoliano, best known for his Emmy-winning turn as Ralphie in "The Sopranos" along with movies like "Midnight Run", "The Fugitive" and "Memento".

Joey gave us a sneak preview of his upcoming release "The Amateurs" (co-starring Jeff Bridges), a wacky, offbeat comedy about some middle-aged, small-town friends who band together to make a porno movie...A revealing and often hilarious Q&A session followed, moderated by yours truly. A memorable time was had by all.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Movies for Fathers' Day

LIFE WITH FATHER

As we salute fathers far and wide this Sunday, why not pop in some first-rate DVD titles that examine the distinct challenges of fatherhood, and how various dads rise to the occasion or, for a host of reasons, fall short.

We lead with one of the most heartbreaking foreign films on record: Vittorio de Sica’s neo-realist masterpiece, “The Bicycle Thief” (1948). Here a man who depends on his bicycle for his living sees it stolen out from under him, and with his adoring son in tow, scours Rome to retrieve it. Finally, he resorts to the theft of another bike to put bread on his table. “Thief” still packs a wallop, portraying poverty’s heartless capacity to rob a father of the thing an impressionable son needs to see most —his basic dignity. For his powerful work, De Sica was awarded a special Oscar in 1948 several years before the Academy established a category for best foreign film.

Just out on DVD as part of the Fox Film Noir series is “House of Strangers” (1949), Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s scorching tale of a destructive family vendetta. Self-made immigrant banker Gino Monetti (Edward G. Robinson) treats three of his four employee sons like dirt, reserving his favor only for Max (Richard Conte), who’s made good on his own as a lawyer. When Gino’s old ways of doing business run afoul of banking regulations, only Max tries to help him, and ends up doing jail time, while the other brothers wrest control of the bank from their broken dad. Once Nick is sprung, his first instinct is revenge, but time and the love of a woman (a stunning Susan Hayward) make him reconsider. Though screenplay credit went to Philip Yordan, Mankiewicz’s inspired touch is evident in the film’s tight pacing and its sharp, flavorful script. Robinson is masterful in yet another Italian-American turn, and the under-appreciated Conte is also aces as a slick operator who’s not quite as tough as he seems.

In Vincente Minnelli’s classic “Father Of The Bride”(1950), we see the lighter side to being a dad, particularly if you can laugh at the prospect of opening your wallet for your daughter’s wedding. When lovely Kay Banks (Elizabeth Taylor) announces her engagement to Buckley Dunstan (Don Taylor), life for Kay’s doting father Stanley (Spencer Tracy) turns inside out. His wife Ellie (Joan Bennett), wants formal nuptials for Kay, so Stanley finds himself consumed by the exhausting business of planning a big wedding, not to mention the headache of paying for one. This big-hearted MGM comedy provided the template for an idea that’s been executed countless times, but never quite so charmingly. The wry Tracy is note-perfect as the aggrieved Dad, and young Liz makes a radiant bride-to-be. And Minnelli keeps the whole affair—replete with hilariously solemn heart-to-heart talks, a disastrous engagement party, and lovers’ spats—from derailing into broad farce. If you’re choosing a “Bride,” make it the original.
Next comes Elia Kazan’s “East Of Eden” (1955), an adaptation of the old Cain and Abel story updated to 1917 Monterey, via John Steinbeck. In his first featured role, James Dean plays errant son Cal, who aches for the approval of his upright father (Raymond Massey). A young, luminous Julie Harris plays Abra, the love interest of favored brother Aron (Richard Davalos), who soon becomes torn between the two siblings. Ultimately a series of dramatic events causes a transformation in Cal’s relationship to his dad. Kazan's landmark film features vibrant color and atmosphere, top-flight performances and a dazzling screenplay adapted by Paul Osborn. Oscar-nominated Dean, Harris, Burl Ives and Oscar-winner Jo Van Fleet (as Cal's reclusive mother) stand out in a stellar ensemble.
The film that captures the father we’d all want to be- and to have- must be Robert Mulligan’s perennially touching “To Kill A Mockingbird” (1962), based on Harper Lee’s autobiographical novel. Atticus Finch (Gregory Peck), a widower and small-town lawyer in the Depression-era South, bravely defends a black man accused of raping a white girl, causing resentment in the community. Meanwhile his two children, Scout and Jem (Mary Badham and Phillip Alford), try to unravel the mystery of Boo Radley, the supposedly crazy man who lives nearby. A film that speaks volumes about racial intolerance in our country's recent past, this is also a moving and perceptive study of the relationship between two children and their single-parent father, with much of the action seen through young Scout’s eyes. The child actors all turn in affecting, natural performances, and Peck, in the role of his career, deservedly won the Oscar for Best Actor. Make this required viewing for all children 12 and over.
Now to more recent features, and another memorable entry concerning a man suddenly confronted with single parenthood: Robert Benton’s “Kramer Versus Kramer” (1979).On the brink of a big promotion, pre-occupied ad-man Ted Kramer (Dustin Hoffman) gets the wind knocked out of him when wife Joanna (Streep) leaves him and their young son, Billy (Justin Henry). Forced to balance career demands with caring for a young son he barely knows, Ted makes hard choices to be there for Billy. But when Joanna returns unexpectedly, a nasty custody battle ensues. Hoffman hit a career high-point with this near-flawless drama, which depicts the dissolution of a marriage with unerring sensitivity. Top-flight performances from the two leads help bring an insightful script to heart-rending life. At Oscar time, “Kramer” won Best Picture, Benton took the honors for direction and screenplay, and Hoffman got the nod for Best Actor.
Back to foreign soil and Akira Kurosawa’s epic, “Ran” (1982). In this adaptation of “King Lear” transplanted to sixteenth century Japan, powerful warlord Hidetora (Tatsuya Nakadai) decides to divide his lands and riches among his two seemingly compliant older sons, banishing honest third son Saburo (Daisuke Ryu) after he challenges his proud father’s will. With his family soon splintered and set against each other, Hidetora realizes too late his error in judgment, and the injustice he visited on the forthright Saburo. Kurosawa’s late-career triumph is a vibrant, colorful epic, its drama magnified by an awesome visual sweep encompassing both period pageantry and setting. Shakespeare’s fundamental themes of loyalty and betrayal play out with full force, thanks to superb performances by both Nakudai (a Kurosawa veteran) and Ryu in the pivotal roles. Another breathtaking achievement from this revered master of cinema.
Three years later came director Emir Kusturica’s poignant “When Father Was Away On Business”. Set in 1950s Sarajevo, the film portrays oppressive times in Tito’s Yugoslavia, as married official Mesha (Manojlovic) is sent to work in the mines as punishment for flirting with a sexy female comrade not his wife. Younger son Malik (De Bartolli) survives this period of uncertainty with a measure of hope and humor, believing his mother’s story that his father is off on business.. When Dad returns from his lengthy trip, normal routines resume, with the master of the house a touch wiser and humbler. “Father” evocatively portrays a challenging time and place, and against this grim backdrop, paints a warmer portrait of childhood innocence and imagination, as the adorable Malik manages to put a hopeful, fantastic spin on circumstances and events unfolding around him. Manojlovic injects tremendous pathos into the character of Mesha, an all-too-human fellow caught in an inhuman system. A painfully honest, heartfelt work.
Returning stateside, John Singleton’s ground-breaking “Boyz N The Hood” (1991) focuses on the stiff price payed by youth at risk without fathers. Growing up in South Central LA, young Tre Styles (Cuba Gooding, Jr.) is sent by struggling divorcée Reva (Angela Bassett) to live with his father, Furious (Laurence Fishburne), a no-nonsense figure who tries to instill Tre with solid values. But Tre and rudderless, fatherless friends Ricky (Morris Chestnut) and Dough Boy (Ice Cube) are emmeshed in a world of gang warfare, and soon the cycle of violence catches up to them. Singleton’s explosive drama deals head-on with the allure of thug life, inner-city poverty and racism—without ever losing its heart or appeal. Fishburne scores as the streetwise dad who schools Gooding’s Tre with important life lessons. But top acting laurels go to rapper-actor Ice Cube as a troubled teen with a record who remains loyal to his childhood buddies. Just 23 when “Boyz” hit theaters, Singleton earned two Oscar nods for his gritty tale of urban strife.
I close with one more potent father/son tale, set in war-torn Northern Ireland: “In The Name Of The Father”(1994), directed by Jim Sheridan. Based on a real-life case, “Name” recounts the saga of Gerry Conlon (Daniel Day-Lewis), an innocent Belfast native sentenced to prison for an IRA bombing after his British interrogators force him to sign a false confession. Imprisoned alongside his father, Giuseppe (Pete Postlethwaite)-falsely accused of abetting the crime-Gerry spends years trying to exonerate his family name with the help of lawyer Gareth Peirce (Emma Thompson). Both Day-Lewis and Postlethwaite give gut-wrenching turns as the angry son and his bewildered father, and the ever-reliable Thompson lends fiery support as their dogged barrister. Nominated for seven Oscars, this ode to human dignity is also a hard-hitting story of political injustice.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Selections from Sunny Spain and a Trivia Question!

Like the song says, “Well I’ve never been to Spain”, but I feel I have, thanks to that country’s best films and film-makers. Though Spain’s surface imagery evokes other “S” words like “sun”, “summer” and “sangria”, the unique, slightly twisted character of its cinema sheds a more penetrating light on a rich and vibrant culture.

Going back just over seventy-five years, two Spanish natives had first been drawn to France to adapt a new form of artistic expression to the medium of film. These two young Spaniards were Luis Bunuel and Salvador Dali, and the movement they led was called “surrealism”, which grew out of theories of dreams and the subconscious first advanced by Jung and Freud.

Thus Bunuel and Dali’s first feature-length release, the mesmerizing “L’Age d’Or” (1930), contains no traditional plot but instead a series of striking dream-like images- a cow on a woman’s bed, a large, formal delegation arriving on a barren island for no apparent reason, a vision of fully bedecked cardinals arrayed there on a craggy rock, and amidst all the pomp, a couple rolling around lustfully in the dirt. These arresting depictions would never have made it past censors of the day had the picture not been billed as a “madman’s dream”. As it was, “L’Age d’Or” still became a scandal, reviled in particular by the emerging Fascist movement. Unlike the Fascists, the movie survived, and today is revered as a cinematic landmark, skewering what Bunuel saw as oppressive, outmoded societal forces, including (most controversially) the Catholic Church.
Bunuel and Dali would soon fall out over religion, but the director would go on to make many more distinguished films over the next forty-plus years, never losing his surrealist roots. My own later Bunuel favorite is “The Discreet Charm Of The Bourgeosie” (1972). This sublimely strange comedy of manners tracks the constantly thwarted efforts of a group of upper-crust Parisians to have a dinner party. Hosts and guests at this assemblage include Jean-Pierre Cassel, Delphine Seyrig, Stephane Audran, and most memorably, Bunuel favorite Fernando Rey as a coke-trafficking Latin American ambassador. One of the Spanish master’s funniest films, the Oscar-winning “Charm” gleefully savages the manners and mores of the upper crust, employing fanciful farce to attack the well-heeled scions of society as decadent, elitist, and amoral. Buñuel’s dream-within-a-dream sequences, which involve ghosts, terrorists, and sundry other characters, help bring this inspired extended joke to a level of divine absurdity.
Just as Bunuel passed away in the early eighties, the nation’s cinematic torch was being handed off to another wildly inventive Spanish director, Pedro Almodovar. He’d make some pungently offbeat entries in that decade, most notably the Oscar-nominated screwball comedy, “Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown” (1988). But his best was yet to come, with 1999’s affecting “All About My Mother”. When her son is killed in a hit-and-run accident, devastated single mom Manuela (Cecilia Roth) returns to her old Barcelona stomping ground. After reuniting with transvestite hooker Agrado (Antonia San Juan), she meets Sister Rosa (Penelope Cruz), a young nun with troubles of her own. Through a series of coincidences, Manuela becomes personal assistant to Huma Rojo ( Marisa Paredes), an actress whose autograph her son was seeking the night he died. An absorbing, character-driven drama with lots of twists and turns, Almodóvar’s “Mother” is an homage to female actresses- and anyone with a maternal instinct. With his trademark visual flair and empathy for fringe feminine type (hookers, transvestites, druggies, and distraught single women), Almodóvar spins an engaging, melodramatic story with heavy allusions to “All About Eve” and “Streetcar.” Roth, Paredes, Cruz, and San Juan give marvelously spirited performances, all of which helped the movie win the Best Foreign Film Oscar.
Three years later came another Almodovar triumph. In “Talk To Her”, tabloid journalist Marco (Dario Grandinetti) falls for feisty bullfighter Lydia (Rosario Flores), the subject of a celebrity piece he’s working on, but she is gored in the ring and sent to the hospital in a coma. In an adjoining room, private nurse Benigno ( Javier Camara) devotes himself to caring for Alicia (Leonor Watling), a beautiful dancer who for years has lain comatose after a car accident. Meeting by chance at a theater, the two men strike up a friendship. A slyly subversive ode to all forms of love, “Talk to Her” is an intimate, involving tale that examines the dark, even perverse nature of masculinity with great compassion. As always, Almodóvar coaxes exemplary performances from his actors, especially Grandinetti-whose teary Marco is movingly guilt-ridden about Lydia’s injuries, and Camara, playing a naive man whose obsessive attachment to Alicia takes a black-comic turn. Carried by its brilliant visual style (including a mini silent-film fantasy evoking Buster Keaton), “Talk to Her” is an audacious love fable with an enormous heart.

As the millennium approached, yet another Spanish maverick would explode on the film scene: one Alejandro Amenabar, who, at the tender age of twenty-five, released the mind-bending “Open Your Eyes” (1997), later Americanized into the (inferior) “Vanilla Sky”. “Open” concerns Cesar (Eduardo Noriega), a man endowed with youth, looks and money, advantages that make him smug and careless. When he meets the stunning Sofia (Penelope Cruz) at a party, it’s love at first sight, which infuriates the unbalanced Nuria, Cesar’s casual paramour of the moment. Nuria then takes him for a wild car ride that ends with her death and the disfigurement of Cesar’s face. It seems Cesar and Sofia’s romance is over before it’s begun, until a new procedure restores his looks. But just as our hero gets his physical beauty back, his mental health starts to slip. Gradually we learn the extraordinary explanation for Cesar’s bizarre visions and behavior. A multi-layered, nightmarish whodunit, the intense Noriega makes Cesar’s psychic torture palpable, while Cruz personifies the ideal of feminine beauty- ephemeral, tantalizing, and just out of reach. This dark, boldly inventive film, accented with intriguing futuristic elements, keeps its audience engrossed and guessing until the very last frame.

After helming “The Others” (2001), a tingly, old-fashioned spook-fest starring Nicole Kidman, Amenabar returned to native soil to film his sublime, Oscar-winning “The Sea Inside” (2004). When a diving accident leaves 26-year-old poet Ramón Sampedro (Javier Bardem) a quadriplegic, the once-active Ramon relies totally on others to care for him. With his dignity gone, he wages a campaign for the right to die, with the help of activist lawyer Julia (Belen Rueda). Based on a true story, this heart-wrenching, inspiring drama propelled Bardem to international fame. The actor’s soulful, charismatic performance deserves all the plaudits, but Rueda is also a commanding presence, playing the legal adviser who questions her own position on assisted suicide when Ramón—still insisting death would be a welcome reprieve—falls in love with her. Amenábar handles the romance and philosophical jousting with consummate skill, especially in a sardonic exchange between Ramón and a fellow quadriplegic priest. Challenging but hopeful, “The Sea Inside” is a gorgeous film about what makes life worth living. Trivia Question: Name an actor or actress who has worked with more than one of these directors...