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Backpack journalism: Frontline World

By Matt Zoller Seitz
"There's that bit, call it my reptilian part of the brain, saying, 'This isn't normal...There's something really unusual going on...'" That's international reporter Marco Werman on tonight's Frontline World, describing a rare total solar eclipse from a prime vantage point in the Libyan desert. But he also sums up my reaction to this terrific nonfiction series. Conceived as a globally-minded mirror of PBS' better known Frontline—which positions itself inside the US, looking out—Frontline World is one of the most surprising and daring programs on American TV—a four-times-a-season potluck supper of stories from corners of the globe that U.S. commercial newscasts rarely visit unless there's a "What's in it for us?" aspect (these days, network news bosses can only justify an international reporting price tag if there's a tangential connection to the War on Terror or a sex trade angle—and if there's both, hey, jackpot). Continue Reading »




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Links for the Day (October 31st, 2006)

1. "Bigmouth Strikes Again": From The Guardian, a strong-worded interview with the great, neglected filmmaker Terence Davies (Distant Voices, Still Lives; The Long Day Closes; The House of Mirth).

["Now you'll get money to make a film if you're a television comedian because people think lots of people will go. A Cock and Bull Story, a postmodernist comedy! What's that when it's at home? Is it funny or is it not? When I've seen Steve Coogan on television he's about as funny as tertiary syphilis."] Continue Reading »




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Lazy Laughter: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan

By Ed Gonzalez


The three best television sitcoms of the new millennium—Arrested Development, The Office, and Curb Your Enthusiasm—all thrill in a spontaneous form of human comedy. Sans canned laughter, shot on real locations, and open to improvisation, these shows actively revolt against TV norms in order to move a little closer to real life. Though wickedly stylized, Arrested Development still suggests a form of voyeuristic nonfiction—like peering into a great ant farm, only the ants are a family of people and the leaves they lug around are the baggage of their complex and very fragile human affairs. Even on The Office, where a documentary crew's camera becomes an outlet for Dunder Mifflin's employees to let off steam, no one ever seems to be performing out of character. Though the focus of these shows is often the mundane, their resonance is decidedly not: all three reveal great truths about the world that go beyond the politics of family circles, 9-to-5 drudgery, and Hollywood privilege.

Sacha Baron Cohen's Da Ali G Show is a kindred spirit of these great comedies, except the program's experimental daring is slightly more combustible—a mix of fact and improvisational fiction that's totally unpredictable. Cohen's unique bent is to expose the realities of America's political system, our country's way of life, and the pretensions of the fashion world through twisted practical jokes aimed at real people—ones that end without the benefit of Cohen yelling out, "Smile! You're on Candid Camera!" His three famous characters—cockney b-boy Ali G, Kazakhstanian reporter Borat Sagdiyev, and Austrian fashionista Bruno—are all fakes, a fact that's obvious to no one except for Cohen's happy audience. Now Borat, Cohen's most ingenious creation, rides into theaters on a wave of publicity to rival the shitstorm that blew Snakes on a Plane into town a few short months ago, but why does Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan feel so lazy? Continue Reading »




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TV on T.V.: Sweeping into November; plus The O.C. and Warplane

By Todd VanDerWerff
Thursday, Nov. 2 marks the beginning of November sweeps, the first period of the TV season when Nielsen Media Research gathers detailed ratings information that will be used to set advertising rates for the rest of the year. Television shows often live or die based on their performance in the sweeps months periods (which also include February, May and July), which is why the biggest episodes and specials are crammed into those periods. It's as good of a time as any to examine how some of the most promising new shows are doing and how some old favorites are faring. Continue Reading »




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Links for the Day (October 30th, 2006)

Today the House inaugurates a new feature: each morning, the editors will post a series of weblinks that we think will spark discussion. Comments encouraged.

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1. "What Is It?": Slant Magazine editor Ed Gonzalez details his strange interlude with the inimitable Crispin Hellion Glover.

["...I ran back down to Anthology Film Archives past trailers for a motion picture shooting in the area and thought that at least Hollywood was unafraid of slumming this far downtown. I pulled on the door and, finding it locked, peered inside for a publicist. A man approached and, after opening the door, I could see that it was Crispin Glover. "Hello," he said, kindly but without introduction. Already I could tell this was going to be a surreal morning."] Continue Reading »




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5 for the Day: Jennifer Jason Leigh

By Sarah D. Bunting


Okay, so: my mother has this friend, "Curly." Nobody else in the family has ever met Curly, but we love her anyway, because she writes the most insane Christmas letter in the history of the winter holidays—three single-spaced, seven-point-fonted pages of monomaniacal commitment to The Dread Lord Overshare. Not one detail is omitted from Curly's annual review: carpool-schedule adjustments, subtle shifts in ambient humidity, cavity repair, the circumstances under which her husband left the family and moved into an apartment in a neighboring town...no, seriously! She put that shteez in the Christmas letter—cheerily, as befitted the season; I distinctly recall a handful of smilies after the phrase "couples counseling"—and then she described the apartment. And if you think she didn't top herself the next year, think again. Let's just say the word "fistula" figured heavily in the proceedings.

You've already read the title of the entry, so you know where I'm going with this, but if Curly's Christmas letter could take human form, it would clearly take the form of Jennifer Jason Leigh—too real, too much information, horrifying and awesome, candy canes and gangrene, utterly authentic and utterly uncomfortable. And my reaction to Curly and to Leigh is the same: That I kind of wish they could turn it down, or off, just once, but at the same time, I have to admire their dedication. I don't want to subscribe to The Diverticulitis Gazette, particularly, but Curly keeps sending it out, and I keep reading it. Leigh, same thing; "watch borderline personality decompensate over course of two hours" isn't on my to-do list anywhere, but I can't un-know what it looks like now. Continue Reading »




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Meet Kharis

By Jeffrey HillHe's roughly a few thousand years old and still a hopeless romantic...or a tana leaf junkie, depending on who you ask. His obsession with the lovely Princess Ananka goes way back. He was sentenced to eternal damnation for trying to reverse Ananka's death. For this, his tongue was cut out and he was entombed alive, to guard Ananka. That the priests would assign the protection of Ananka's tomb to a fellow that was bent on violating it seems odd. Odder still is that the confused and miniscule cult of Ananka that remained after her for thousands of years would be headed by priests that were intent on having an eternal version of her for themselves. From about 1940-48—the prime years for mummy movies—if you were a young woman who, through coincidence, was the spitting image of Princess Ananka and happened to be near the Universal lot, chances were that you would end up on the sacrificial table of one of these looney birds. Of course, interpretation of what Princess Ananka might look like tended to vary. In The Mummy's Tomb (1942) the High Priest of Karnak, Mehemet Bey (Turhan Bey), mistook a blonde knockout, Elyse Knox, for the Princess incarnate and had her placed upon his table for an eternal dose of tana leaves. Fez capped Professor Andoheb, the High Priest of Karnak in The Mummy's Hand (1940), saw brunette beauty Peggy Moran as the new Princess and subsequently had her strapped to his table for a dose of the tana. Yousef Bey (John Carradine), the priest designate in The Mummy's Ghost (1944), thought luscious Ramsay Aimes looked like Ananka. From this pattern one thing becomes clear: Princess Ananka was hot. But beyond that there is no resemblance between these women. There is, however, a consistency in the priests. To a man they used Kharis as their own personal servant, sending him to snatch the nearest girl who even remotely resembled Ananka. Continue Reading »




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The Wire Mondays: Season 4, Ep. 7, "Unto Others"

By Barry Maupin"Why do you care?" Assistant State's Attorney Ilene Nathan (Susan Rome) asks Detective "Bunk" Moreland (Wendell Pierce) as he chases her down a staircase to petition a transfer to protect Omar Little (Michael K. Williams) from a jailhouse bounty. That same question lingers right around the corner from any character on The Wire caught between the competing impulses of empathy and blinkered indifference. The job title may dictate how a guy like Bunk is supposed to deal with a guy like Omar, but Bunk still has the chance to stamp his personal code on the institution he serves.

Omar robs drug dealers, many of whom he now shares space with in the Baltimore lockup after being framed for murder. In the opening scene, Omar thwarts a sneak attack in the breakfast line, but his odds for survival remain poor given the number and gumption of potential adversaries, bounty or no. To clear an old debt, Bunk agrees to listen to Omar's predicament, but sticks to the script. "If this one ain't on you, another dozen probably are," Bunk rationalizes, "and if this one goes to court, you can tell that jury how wrong it is." Omar spells out the consequences of Bunk's pose. "I'll be seeing God long before I swear to Him on a stand." On a personal level, Bunk knows the charge is suspect but holds his ground against stepping out for Omar, until Omar reminds Bunk that his role-playing gives a free pass to the real killer. Omar punctuates the injustice with the running theme of their relationship: "A man got to have a code." Continue Reading »




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BSG Saturdays: Season 3, Episode 5, "Collaborators"

By Todd VanDerWerff
The fifth episode of Battlestar Galactica's third season opened with a lovely shot that seemed to encapsulate the episode that followed: A long shot shows us a lone figure, a bag over his head, being shoved forward by a small group of people, a single beam of light spilling down from the ceiling to illuminate the proceedings. The characters are all isolated in the middle of a huge, empty space. It's an image of utter loneliness: one person accused in secret by a jury more interested in revenge than justice. The rest of the episode, aside from a few scenes, honed in on that formulation, asking, "Is revenge sometimes the best form of justice?" Continue Reading »




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Doctor Who, Season Two, Ep. 5: "Rise of the Cybermen"

By Ross Ruediger
"Rise of the Cybermen" marks the return of the titular foes that occupy the #2 spot (after the Daleks) on the Doctor's list of most oft-encountered enemies. This two-parter is a more than worthy effort, and part of its success is its setting on a parallel Earth--the steely beastie boys get a clean slate over which to rampage, while their previously established history remains intact. Due to their origins, I've always had a soft spot for the Cybermen: Humans from the edge of our solar system who gradually replace their body parts with synthetics as a means of survival. This new story takes the concept to even darker levels by mixing it up with our over-reliance on technology and willingness to, without thinking, grab the latest cool gizmo and incorporate it into our daily lives, no matter what the eventual cost. This is a hard-hitting idea and frankly scares the piss out of me (not only in this story, but in real life, too).
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Q: What movie ad really got you spooked? A:

By Wagstaff

The horror film excels at anticipation. An effective poster, trailer, or TV ad can spur our imaginations into a fearful run. Watching the actual movie might feel tame compared to the upcoming horrors we saw advertised. Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. It's the movies we haven't seen yet that often scare us most.

I remember a TV commercial that ran for John Frankenheimer's Prophecy (1979), about a killer bear mutated by hazardous waste. We never see the monster, but its hideous noisemaking awakens a family of sleeping campers. The son hops up and down in his sleeping bag trying to get away. He's panicked and helpless—too terrified to know how silly he looks. The commercial scared the hell out of me. You'll never catch me sleeping in one of those mummy bags!

So, tell me what movie ad frightened you?

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Lost Thursdays: Season Three, Ep. 4: "Every Man for Himself"

One of the things that makes Lost such a trying viewing experience is its frequently lazy narrative shortcuts. So when a plot point is introduced that stands out as especially difficult to believe, the skeptic in me has a tendency to jump down the show's throat, only to be retro-actively corrected down the road. Never one to provide easy--or direct--answers, Lost often plays upon viewer distrust, giving us the answer we expect to see, only to conceal its true motives (think of the episode where Locke believes the "Pearl Station" is nothing more than an exercise in social control). But if nothing else, Lost does eventually reward the patience of viewers, even if it means getting around to resolving story-lines we've long since forgotten about (welcome back to the show, Desmond) and delivering the information in frustratingly piece-meal fashion.
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Crispin Hellion Glover's What Is It?

What Is It?

Walking to Anthology Film Archives, down a street that stank strongly and strangely of Lipton soup, I was struck with a craving for a caramel macchiato, but I never thought a Starbucks would be so hard to find in that part of New York City. It makes sense when you think about it, and as the cold nipped my hands, I thought of CBGB—now gone but its doors still open when I passed it—having kept Starbucks away all these years. (With Mars Bar still kicking, if not necessarily screaming, does that mean the area is safe for a little while longer from the coffee chain's intoxicating pull?) After backtracking and finally finding a Starbucks, I ran back down to Anthology Film Archives past trailers for a motion picture shooting in the area and thought that at least Hollywood was unafraid of slumming this far downtown. I pulled on the door and, finding it locked, peered inside for a publicist. A man approached and, after opening the door, I could see that it was Crispin Glover. "Hello," he said, kindly but without introduction. Already I could tell this was going to be a surreal morning.

Glover's appearance took me by surprise, but that was only because I hadn't read the press release for the film thoroughly. Glover was there not only to introduce his first film, 72 minutes of avant garde madness that recalls everything from Un Chien Andalou and The Holy Mountain to Even Dwarfs Started Small and the collected works of David Lynch, but to narrate "The Big Slide Show," a collection of text and illustrations from the man's books, which include Concrete Inspections, Rat Catching, The Backward Swing, and Round My House. Standing on the stage, his body obscured by darkness except for the part of his face that caught the light from the projector, Glover looked like Hannibal Lecter reading from pages of novels styled in the tradition of Southern fictions and early-20th-century medical journals. My eyes darting back and forth between the screen and Glover's face, I would sometimes catch the actor's gaze in this small room of maybe two dozen people. Damn if there's any through line to follow here—all I can remember is something about rats, a dog named Sal, a "negroid" slave, a trial, and a backstabbing friend by the name of Tom Wiswell—but the actor's "performance" is so convincing it invites surrender. Continue Reading »




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"Planning, Patience and Reality": An Interview With Film Critic Phil Hall

By Jeremiah Kipp

At one time, Phil Hall navigated between the worlds of public relations and film criticism, two professions that could not be more dissimilar. It is one thing to promote independent films through film-festival circulation, press coverage and, ultimately, distribution, and quite another to be judging the merits of non-mainstream cinema. And yet, having experienced both sides of the spectrum (and hanging up his publicist's hat in 2004 to focus on criticism full-time) Hall has had the opportunity to see the strange balance of art and commerce that comprises the motion picture business. His previous book, The Encyclopedia of Underground Movies: Films From the Fringes of Cinema was a way of categorizing the films Hall felt needed a little more exposure, as well as a celebration of the art form. His latest, Independent Film Distribution: How to Make a Successful End Run Around the Big Guys, is all about the business--its rare success stories and its many pitfalls.

"Do not buy any of the happy-hype surrounding the independent film business," Hall warns. "This is a tough, highly competitive field. It is also not a world where people are tossing bushels of dollars skyward and singing 'We're in the Money!'" He goes on to say he has had prominent distributors confide in him that they are "uncertain how anyone is getting rich via indie movies--and these were distributors who released films that gained national attention and Oscar nominations!" These daunting words level the playing field for Hall's argument: follow your dream, but know what you're getting yourself into.
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5 for the Day: Monologues

By Edward CopelandWhat makes a great movie monologue? Even more to the point, what qualifies as a monologue? Hamlet's soliloquy would certainly make the cut, but its origins didn't spring from film, so it's probably ineligible. Does a speech have to be a certain length to qualify as a monologue? Can it be addressed to someone who reacts or occasionally interjects something in the middle of the display?

When I first thought about tackling this topic for a 5 for the day, many came to mind that I wasn't certain would qualify. Does Bluto (John Belushi)'s speech in National Lampoon's Animal House rallying the Deltas asking "Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?" qualify since Otter and Boone (Tim Matheson, Peter Riegert) made frequent asides while he spoke? When Harry Lime (Orson Welles) talks about the Swiss in The Third Man or Bernstein (Everett Sloane) recalls the girl he saw once in Citizen Kane, since they occur in the confines of a conversation and are relatively short, should they count? For those reasons, those didn't make my final cut, nor did Robert Stack's "Have you ever been kicked—in the head—with an iron boot?" bit from Airplane! or Phoebe Cates' explanation of how she learned there was no Santa Claus in Gremlins. So here are the five I narrowed it down to—feel free to choose whatever you think counts.

1. "Of course it's a friendly call." Bob Newhart made his comic reputation with his hilarious phone call routines, but none come close to touching the brilliance of Peter Sellers' President Merkin Muffley in Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb calling to tell the unseen Soviet premier Dmitri that some nukes have been sent toward his country by an insane American general. The movie almost consists of one gut-busting comic sequence after another, but Muffley's phone call could be the film's comic highlight and certainly belongs in the top tier of the great movie monologues.

2. "You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale." You could really make a 5 for a Day (or even more) list of monologues entirely from Paddy Chayefsky script for his ever-more prophetic Network. Much of the movie consists of monologues—from Peter Finch's much-lauded "mad as hell" speech to his less-often cited tale of a voice speaking to him in the night. William Holden gets his great exit slam on Faye Dunaway's Diana Christensen. Hell, Beatrice Straight won an Oscar for a monologue that is practically her entire appearance in the film, reacting to the news that Holden is leaving her. Still, for the purposes of this post, I'm going with Ned Beatty's great screed as Arthur Jensen (another essentially single-scene part that got an Oscar nomination) selling unhinged anchor Howard Beale on the pre-eminence of corporations over countries in this day and age—a sentiment that seems even more true now than it did 30 years ago.

3. "I'll never put on a lifejacket again." For my money, Jaws remains Steven Spielberg's greatest film. It's essentially divided into two parts: the initial attacks and town reaction, and then what truly makes the film great—three men on a rickety boat. The trio's search for the killer shark alternates between suspense and laughs, but for one scene it stops. Quint (Robert Shaw) and Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss) are sharing tales of how they got various wounds when Hooper asks about one of Quint's. The captain reveals it's a tattoo he had removed that once bore the name of the U.S.S. Indianapolis, the WWII ship he served on that was delivering the Hiroshima bomb but ended up sinking in shark-infested waters. Shaw is mesmerizing—how he didn't get an Oscar nomination for this scene alone is beyond me.

4. "I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd." Part of me wanted to go with Christopher Walken's speech about the path a gold watch took to end up in young Butch's hands in Pulp Fiction, but with the many great words that Samuel L. Jackson brings to life from Quentin Tarantino's script, I couldn't ignore his closing speech as he holds his gun on would-be robber Tim Roth and explains why he isn't going to kill him and how his whole outlook on life has changed. Not only is it a great speech, and not only does Jackson give it the delivery it deserves, it's a summation of the entire film.

5. "Women. A mistake? Or did He DO IT TO US ON PURPOSE?" For my final pick, I have to choose a personal favorite of mine from a movie that admittedly isn't anywhere near the level of the first four on this list. The Witches of Eastwick is OK, and it bears little resemblance to the John Updike novel upon which it was based, but the whole exercise is almost worth it just to witness Jack Nicholson as the frazzled devil complaining to a church congregation about his female troubles. Nicholson has contributed countless great lines and speeches in many films throughout his career, many which probably deserve mention before this one, but I can't help it; it cracked me up in 1987, and it still makes me laugh just thinking about it today.
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Edward Copeland is a contributor to The House Next Door and the publisher of Edward Copeland on Film and the political blog Copeland Institute for Lower Learning.




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