The Discreet Bourgeois

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The Last Ten Films I’ve Seen

  1. Little Women (Greta Gerwig)
  2. The Irishman (Martin Scorsese)
  3. 1917 (Sam Mendes)
  4. Marriage Story (Noah Baumbach)
  5. Ford v Ferrari (James Mangold)
  6. Little Women (Greta Gerwig)
  7. Picnic at Hanging Rock (Peter Weir)
  8. Interiors (Woody Allen)
  9. Atlantic City (Louis Malle)
  10. Gretel & Hansel (Oz Perkins)

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1- The cliche you hear now about The Irishman is that if you see it in the theater you will be enthralled and if you watch it on Netflix, you will be bored.  I watched it on Netflix

2- I loved and admired Little Women so much that I saw it again in the theater about a week after the first viewing. It was an even richer experience.

3- Interiors.  Oy vey.  Read this.

4- After the extremely disappointing revisit to Interiors, I am happy to report that I found Atlantic City even more poetic and moving than I remembered it.  A film for the ages.

5- I had a rip-roaring time watching 1917. They also serve who only entertain.  Thank you Sam Mendes.

6- I watched Gretel & Hansel in a state of confusion. I didn’t have a clue what it was trying to do. Creepy atmosphere was successfully achieved but what was it about?  Still, I had fun watching it and it was less than 90 minutes long, so no harm done. Look at this picture of the witch. Ripping off the innkeeper in Isle Of The Dead?

 


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When is Bergman Not Bergman?

 

There are a lot of movies that I rewatch constantly.  There are others about which I think ‘Well, I’ve seen that once, no urgency to watch it again any time soon.” But then times goes by and I have either completely forgotten what the film was like or I have a vague positive memory and want to explore it again.  Over 40 years have gone by since the one and only time I saw Woody Allen’s InteriorsI thought it would be fun to watch it again.

I remember that when it came out, Woody Allen’s reputation was soaring. He was previously only considered a creator of wacky, somewhat slapstick comedies.  Then Annie Hall came out of nowhere. The emotional depth of this ‘comedy’ was profound. The wacky comedy was there, but so was a self-awareness of the narrator.  Multiple watchings reveal that Alvy Singer is casting himself as the reason why the romance dies.  Annie is generously and lovingly portrayed.

What would Woody Allen follow up this game-changer with?

When Interiors appeared many critics took great pains to portray it as the fulfillment of the promise of Annie Hall. The comic genius had given us a dark, Bergmanian family drama.  Critics were pulling their own heads off in rapture. His follow-up, Manhattansolidified his reputation as a master for the next 30 years or so, until his reputation was forever tarnished by disgusting personal behavior.

So, back at its premiere, it was regarded as a turning point.  How does it read now?

Not so great. In fact, truly bad and embarrassing.  His canon was still so new that the comparison to Ingmar Bergman was a badge of honor, as comparison to Fellini would be in later films like Stardust MemoriesViewed historically it is hard to see the ‘homage’ to these two giants as anything but pretension.

The cinematography is icy in the way Bergman’s is. The acting is quiet and internal the way Bergman’s is.  The problem is that neither are good.

I usually will applaud the effort of a ‘lighter’ artist to bring depth to his work, but this just evokes disbelief and laughter.

At one point, one of the daughters (don’t worry, I will not recap the plot!) expresses her dislike of her rich WASP father’s new girlfriend by shouting, “She is a vulgarian!”.  Really, this was uttered in all seriousness.

The symbolism is so heavy-handed as to indicate that the creator was not in command of what he was trying to show, perhaps didn’t even know what he was trying to show.  Case in point: the Hampton beach house where much of the action takes place is in muted earth tones, as are the costumes of the entire cast. Get it? They are repressing their emotions. Get it?  When the new girlfriend shows up, of course she is in a blood red dress. She is brimming with life. Get it?

It was like watching a high-school version of Eugene O’Neill.

Yes, Bergman had his howlers throughout his career. Some of his work suffers from the same kind of pretense. The difference is that he always had an agenda.  He was trying to show the impact of ‘God’s silence’ on our lives, he was trying to show the difficulty (Impossibilty?) of human connection. Sometimes it doesn’t work, but more often than not, it does.

Woody Allen here is just trying to show that he could make a movie that is as ‘serious’ and ‘artistic’ as Bergman.

It doesn’t work…..at all.

Do watch it though. You won’t believe how bad it is.

 

 


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The Last Ten Films I’ve Seen

  1. Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence (Nagisa Oshima)
  2. Lawrence of Arabia (David Lean)
  3. The Affairs of Martha (Jules Dassin)
  4. Night Nurse (William Wellman)
  5. Career Girls (Mike Leigh)
  6. Life is Sweet (Mike Leigh)
  7. Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of my Voice (Epstein/Friedman)
  8. Bombshell (Jay Roach)
  9. Little Women (George Cukor)
  10. Little Woman (Mervyn LeRoy)

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1 – It was strictly by coincidence that I watched Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence and Lawrence of Arabia back to back.  No parallels as far as I could see.  I was glad to see the Oshima. “Modern” Japanese films are a bit of a tough nut for me.  I always respond to Oshima, though.  His films are perverse, but engaging.  David Bowie was a terrific actor, at least in this.
I remember seeing Lawrence of Arabia a lot in the movies when I was a kid.  That would have been in the early 70s, which makes me think it must have been re-released a lot. What a crazy movie this is. I have no idea how it got made, or what we are supposed to make of the eponymous hero.  I remember it was hailed as ‘the thinking man’s epic’.  Not so sure about that.  Wait, was that about Spartacus?

2- I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Night Nurse since it was the first film I watched on TCM . It was a fitting prelude to the banquet to come.  I think it is the quintessential pre-code movie and I have showed it to many friends and hope to show it to many more.  You’re next, Kathleen and Martin!

3- Talking about TCM, they recently showed a double-bill of Mike Leigh films: Life is Sweet and Career GirlsEach time I see a film by him I shake my head wondering how he does it.  He slowly brings to life whole worlds and people, but quietly. By the end you are both elated and devastated. I think it might be time to write a Have you tried….. post on him, but I still have a few more essential films of his to see. In the meantime, watch either of these as well as Vera Drake, Happy-Go-Lucky, Topsy-Turvy and the magnificent Secrets and Lies.

4- I saw Bombshell as part of my annual ‘see all the best picture nominees’ rush.  Even though I really believe Oscar is not irremediably dumb.  But I have made a little project out of seeing every Best Picture winner since the first Oscar in 1927.  I have seen eight of the nine nominees for this year. I am dreading that Joker will win and I will have to see it.

5- See my post on Little Women


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Marmees galore

 

1933

1949

2019

 

I had never read Little Women, nor seen any of the film versions.  I have this self-imposed dictum that I should not watch a film version of a novel before I read it.  This applies only to what would be considered classic novels.  I doubt I would feel compelled to read the novel of The Hangoverassuming one existed, before I saw that film, assuming I would see it.

Little Women would require reading.  I had never really been interested before. I thought it would be a dull read and a duller movie watch. However, when I heard that Greta Gerwig was going to direct a version with more great actors than you could shake a stick at, I decided it was time.

As luck would have it, TCM had a series a few months ago, during which they showed back to back versions of the same movies: two Maltese Falcons, two Ben-Hurs, two Christmas Carols, etc.  They showed the 1933 George Cukor and the 1949 Mervyn LeRoy versions of Little Women.  I diligently taped them and held them in reserve as I read the novel for the first time, all in anticipation of when the Gerwig version would hit the theaters.  I am a little obsessive.

The novel was a wonderful read.  It struck me as a quite modern story of strong women wrapped in the garb of Victorian sentimentality.  The Victorian sentimentality fades away pretty quickly as we get involved in these richly drawn characters. It was a treat for me since most 19th Century novels I have read have been English and it was great to see the themes and concerns of a very American novel. The Civil War looms huge in the background without actually appearing in the book.  Women’s roles in society are starting to be figured out. In many ways, it seemed to parallel the frustration women felt after WWII where they were thanked heartily for their contribution to the war effort, but then told to go home and be good homemakers for the returning boys.

After finishing reading the book, I watched the 1933 version in horror. Katharine Hepburn, looking way older and weirder than Jo should look, sucks up the oxygen with her over-the-top caricature of what a strong, independent, smart women should be. She mugs shamelessly. She gallops coltishly.  It is awful.   I think the sound of her braying ‘Christopher Columbus’ will haunt my nightmares forever.  Douglass Montgomery, a forgotten and oddly handsome actor plays a very appealing Laurie, but he is too old.

Anyone who has read the book will agree that the center of gravity is not Jo, but Marmee.  In her quiet wisdom she holds the entire world of the book together. In the Cukor version Spring Byington, whom those of us of a certain age will remember as December Bride, is given very odd direction as Marmee. She is very vulnerable and not the tower of saneness and strength that she is in the book. And Edna May Oliver is on hand to do her schtick as Aunt March. She is just Aunt Betsy Trotwood all over again without the heart.

I suspect that this 1933 version is the version of the book that most people think of when they think of Little Women. I think it even supersedes the novel itself for most people.

Well, that was no fun at all, I thought.

Onto the 1949 version.

This version, like the 1933 version, was an MGM productions  The 1949 version is in color. What struck me even in the credits was that both of these versions were very much alike.  Sure enough, I found out that they were shot from the identical script!.  So, all the limitations of characterization that we found in the 1933 version would be found in this version.

Luckily, we have June Allyson on hand to be a much more appealing Jo.  Her ‘Christopher Columbus’ does not make the skin crawl.  Janet Leigh is a lovely, gracious Meg. Elizabeth Taylor is a well-played but shallow Amy. Margaret O’Brien is predictably precocious and tragic as Beth. For my money she is still the best child actor ever.

I was happy to see that Marmee was to played by Mary Astor, not many years after the legendary mother turn in Meet Me In St. Louis. Here, disappointingly, she is kind of comatose and not the pillar of strength we need.  Peter Lawford attempts callowness as Laurie, but he is too old. He and Allyson play well off each other, though.

Hmmm, I thought. Is it really impossible to have a version that captures the nuance of this book? Will I never see a great Marmee? Will I always want to strangle Jo?

I haven’t see the 1994 Gillian Armstrong version, but the prospect of a Susan Sarandon Marmee and a Christian Bale Laurie hold out great promise. Plus Armstrong’s history of great female characters bodes well.

I finally got to see the Gerwig version a few weeks ago. This was the point of this whole Marmee research project.

It blew me away.  Gerwig’s script is brilliant. She fractures the story so that we shuttle between the end of the story and the beginning.  The Princh refers to it as a ‘March Salad’.

More than a gimmick, this allows her to make resonances between foreshadowing and resolutions in the book.

Also, much more is included that MGM might have found off-putting. These elements give extraordinary depth and allows the movie to be a compliment to and not a caricature of the book.

The character of Amy in particular is given great depth.  We see her burning Jo’s book. We see her falling through the ice. We see her as an artist of some talent who is able to give a dry-eyed assessment of her future as an artist. We see her as an ideal companion for Laurie. We get the feeling that he will always be the hobbledehoy and that she will be the adult. Florence Pugh steals the picture as far as I am concerned.  Timothee Chalamet is physically ideal as Laurie.  Meryl Streep is funny but also terrifying as Aunt March. She reminds us that this rich women is often very destructive in the lives of the March family, and she doesn’t do any real good until she dies.

Saoirse Ronan is poised to be the Meryl Streep of her generation. I am amazed at the way she disappears into every role I have seen her in. Finally, we have a vindication of Jo. She is complex, excruciating, sad, heroic. In short, she is a full person, which is something that neither of the other versions allowed.

In Laura Dern, we also get a vindication of Marmee.  She is a beautiful and in many ways a sexual women. I imagine that Marmee is not much over 40 at the beginning of the novel, and the casting of Dern is brilliant. She is more overtly sexual as the predatory divorce lawyer in Marriage Story but here she is more completely sexual while also being motherly.

What makes the Gerwig version so on-the-mark is what she restores to the work.  Much has been written about the famous quote that Marmee says, apparently for the first time in any film. When Jo tells Marmee that she wants to be more like her and be forgiving and never angry, Marmee replies “I am angry nearly every day of my life.” This is a critical trait of the character that has been missing since it does not fit the MGM ideal of Motherhood, I suppose.

So, praise is due to Gerwig for her restoration of a remarkable novel. Just think what she could do with Persuasion, Jane Eyre, Middlemarch or Cold Comfort Farm! There has been a lot of talk about how she was robbed by not being nominated for Best Director. This is true. However, I will be satisfied if she wins the Oscar for Best Screenplay, because that is where her real genius and gift to us lie.

But, never forget: the Oscars are stupid.  If you need a reminder, read this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


The Last Ten Films I’ve Seen

  1. Little Women (Greta Gerwig)
  2. The Irishman (Martin Scorsese)
  3. 1917 (Sam Mendes)
  4. Marriage Story (Noah Baumbach)
  5. Ford v Ferrari (James Mangold)
  6. Little Women (Greta Gerwig)
  7. Picnic at Hanging Rock (Peter Weir)
  8. Interiors (Woody Allen)
  9. Atlantic City (Louis Malle)
  10. Gretel & Hansel (Oz Perkins)

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1- The cliche you hear now about The Irishman is that if you see it in the theater you will be enthralled and if you watch it on Netflix, you will be bored.  I watched it on Netflix

2- I loved and admired Little Women so much that I saw it again in the theater about a week after the first viewing. It was an even richer experience.

3- Interiors.  Oy vey.  Read this.

4- After the extremely disappointing revisit to Interiors, I am happy to report that I found Atlantic City even more poetic and moving than I remembered it.  A film for the ages.

5- I had a rip-roaring time watching 1917. They also serve who only entertain.  Thank you Sam Mendes.

6- I watched Gretel & Hansel in a state of confusion. I didn’t have a clue what it was trying to do. Creepy atmosphere was successfully achieved but what was it about?  Still, I had fun watching it and it was less than 90 minutes long, so no harm done. Look at this picture of the witch. Ripping off the innkeeper in Isle Of The Dead?


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Remember nuance?

In my early days of being out, someone I was particularly smitten with suggested that we all go to see Mommie Dearest. I balked. Why would I want to go to see that? In his typically shallow way, he answered “Because it will be campy, and we can goof on it.”  I didn’t go, and pretty soon parted company with that guy and his friends.

What bothered me about the incident? It was that they were going to go to a movie with the pre-formed idea of how they were going to react.  Mommie Dearest is certainly not a deathless piece of cinema and probably deserved mocking of some kind. But what I don’t think any work of art conceived in good faith deserves, is condescension.  Going to a movie with the intention of looking down on it sets up a very ugly paradigm to me, mostly because what the movie is, or at least is trying to be, is irrelevant. What counts is the sense of superiority you are bringing to it. The whole experience is sterile.

One of the ugliest manifestations of the ugly time we live in is the battlelines that are drawn around works of art. One side will be instantly dismissive of a film, for instance, if there is not the proper complement of people of color, or variety of gender, or revisionist history, etc.  The other side is equally dismissive of the fact that these things are being up at all. What you get is two sides lobbing political bombs over the no-man’s-land of the film. The film disappears.

The condescension is there on both sides. If find more insulting than the attitude towards Mommie Dearest all those years ago. The reason is that with the camp attitude at least you are focusing on the film. In this new world of political polarization the film is moot.  The predetermined dissatisfaction of both is what is first and foremost. Once again, the film disappears.

Don’t get me wrong.  Film directors, producers and screenwriters MUST be called out when committing social offenses. Film is too powerful a medium to let bad things slip through.  What I object to is coming to a movie ‘loaded for bear’.

Case in point: Jojo Rabbit.  I have spoken to so many people who won’t see it because ‘the Holocaust is not a topic for a wacky comedy’.   Well, they’re right. Remind me to speak to Mel Brooks about that.  But what gets me is that in almost all cases, they have not seen the film.  If they had, they would realize how this comment doesn’t apply to this film.

Yes, it is wacky in parts but it is also a very touching and very disturbing portrait of a nine-year-old boy who learns to think critically and throws off the received ethos of the people he is surrounded with. I think a problem people have with the film is its tonal shift from slapstick to tragedy.  The tragic in this film is so muted as to be easily passed over.

But I don’t want to have to defend the movie to people who haven’t seen it just because they have a notion about the Holocaust.  Come to think of it, are they saying that I don’t have the proper respect for the Holocaust since I saw the film? Yikes.

 

 

 

 

 

 


The Last Ten Films I’ve Seen

  1. Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence (Nagisa Oshima)
  2. Lawrence of Arabia (David Lean)
  3. The Affairs of Martha (Jules Dassin)
  4. Night Nurse (William Wellman)
  5. Career Girls (Mike Leigh)
  6. Life is Sweet (Mike Leigh)
  7. Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of my Voice (Epstein/Friedman)
  8. Bombshell (Jay Roach)
  9. Little Women (George Cukor)
  10. Little Woman (Mervyn LeRoy)

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1 – It was strictly by coincidence that I watched Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence and Lawrence of Arabia back to back.  No parallels as far as I could see.  I was glad to see the Oshima. “Modern” Japanese films are a bit of a tough nut for me.  I always respond to Oshima, though.  His films are perverse, but engaging.  David Bowie was a terrific actor, at least in this.
I remember seeing Lawrence of Arabia a lot in the movies when I was a kid.  That would have been in the early 70s, which makes me think it must have been re-released a lot. What a crazy movie this is. I have no idea how it got made, or what we are supposed to make of the eponymous hero.  I remember it was hailed as ‘the thinking man’s epic’.  Not so sure about that.  Wait, was that about Spartacus?

2- I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Night Nurse since it was the first film I watched on TCM . It was a fitting prelude to the banquet to come.  I think it is the quintessential pre-code movie and I have showed it to many friends and hope to show it to many more.  You’re next, Kathleen and Martin!

3- Talking about TCM, they recently showed a double-bill of Mike Leigh films: Life is Sweet and Career GirlsEach time I see a film by him I shake my head wondering how he does it.  He slowly brings to life whole worlds and people, but quietly. By the end you are both elated and devastated. I think it might be time to write a Have you tried….. post on him, but I still have a few more essential films of his to see. In the meantime, watch either of these as well as Vera Drake, Happy-Go-Lucky, Topsy-Turvy and the magnificent Secrets and Lies.

4- I saw Bombshell as part of my annual ‘see all the best picture nominees’ rush.  Even though I really believe Oscar is not irremediably dumb.  But I have made a little project out of seeing every Best Picture winner since the first Oscar in 1927.  I have seen eight of the nine nominees for this year. I am dreading that Joker will win and I will have to see it.

5- See my post on Little Women