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  • Moving Image Institute: The Deal

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    Under discussion:

    The New World  (2006)

    Next  (2007)

    Old Joy  (2006)

    Over our five days at the Institute, we kept returning to serious of binary oppositions: print versus online; doing it for the passion versus doing it for the pay; criticism as consumer reporting versus advocacy for artists. With such circular questions, it’s hard to get anywhere, making it easy to lapse into what filmmaker Kelly Reichardt jokingly referred to at one point as “glass half full of shit” thinking. But out of the morass of questions and unresolvable clashes came an emphasis on compromise and balance: nearly every guest speaker made some mention of making trade offs, of covering for noble failures with less-noble successes.

    This seemed most prevalent on Saturday, with Reichardt and Tom Kalin’s independent filmmaker panel; Ryan Werner of IFC and Don Krim from KINO representing indie distribution; and, particularly, the online film criticism panel, featuring Eugene Hernandez (indieWIRE), Michael Koresky (Reverse Shot), Matt Zoller Seitz (The House Next Door and The New York Times) and Stu Van Airsdale (The Reeler and Defamer).

    The issue of blogs as an alternative/corrective to the mainstream media came up early in the day, with Seitz’s explanation for how The House Next Door got started. “I was really irritated by the negative reviews of Terrence Malick’s The New World,” he said, “And I just wanted to write about how great it was like every day.”

    Though Matt experimented with Google and Amazon’s ad programs, both “were just a pain in the ass to maintain,” and The House Next Door evolved into a not-for-profit clearinghouse for mostly-serious material that an interested community of professional and amateur writers wouldn’t be able to publish elsewhere. It’s an employed film critic’s outlet for non-commercial writing, but it’s also an effort to create a greater balance in the types of voices that get to weigh in on film culture. But to established print critics who whisper to him in confidence that they’d love to have an outlet to write the kind of stuff that appears daily, for no compensation, on The House Next Door, Seitz has no sympathy. “Where do you get off with your sense of superiority, Print, if you constrain your writers in a way that [blogs] don’t?”

    Seitz says what’s happening online is not in opposition to journalism––it’s returning journalism to what it should be. “Blogs have returned human communication to its natural state,” he said. “Journalism has been a white collar profession for about 20 years now, and it didn’t used to be…a lot of the defense that critics feel has to do with impoliteness.”

    Of course, in a session just the day before, the lead critic of the New York Times had all but loosened his tie in discomfort at the very mention of the blogosphere, with the stated problem being comment section vitriol. Seitz referred to this factor as “Assholism,” in regards to which he shrugged, “There are certain people who only exist to show up on websites in order to tell you what an idiot you are.” He compared the blog space to high school debate: even though arguments get vicious, “there are rules, and you don’t take it personally.”

    Newly-minted Defamer Stu VanAirsdale, who usually keeps at least part of a foot in the mainstream print world, concurred. “Blogs are famously kind of a caustic environment. I’m honest, maybe to a fault, but if something’s bullshit, I’m going to say it’s bullshit. That doesn’t mean I’m right, it just means I have an opinion. The print loyalty is absolutely afraid of that dialogue, and they can’t conceive of a world where they’d have to defend themselves.”

    Stu noted that he had been hired to inject a sense of film culture into Defamer, a site maybe best known for posting images of Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah’s couch, captured by former editor Mark Lisanti with cellphone cam pointed at his TV. Such successes for the site have apparently been few and far between of late, and with Defamer traffic down over the past twelve months, Stu noted that his talents were seen as desirable because they could potentially attract a new audience. One of my fellow Institute fellows, New York Magazine blogger Dan Kois, expressed surprise that famously lowest common denominator-mad Defamer publisher Nick Denton would consider deeper content as a viable traffic raising solution. But as Stu pointed out, the site already has the celeb sex tape beat covered by other writers. With that steady stream of traffic taken care of, Defamer can afford to take a risk on someone like Stu, presumably in the hopes of attracting a wider audience.

    Over and over again, these discussions came back to compromise. Tom Kalin needed to cast an actress of Julianne Moore’s caliber in order to get funding for his incest-infused true crime movie Savage Grace; Julianne Moore can only make Savage Grace because she pays both her own mortgage and rent on her stardom/bankability by making movies like Next. Filmmakers care primarily about their movies seeing theatrical release, but as Ryan Werner pointed out, VOD is a new revenue stream that can not only support the cost of a theatrical release, but it supports long-term word of mouth for all ancillaries. Seitz even talked about bargaining with an editor at the Newark Star-Ledger: he’d get to do an interview he really wanted to do, if he interviewed Jerry Springer as well.

    In my first post about attending the Institute, I mentioned something about how I was heading to Queens to confront an existential void. I can’t say that the future looks appreciably less murky just yet, although maybe it will when it dust settles a bit. At least I know I have one thing to look forward to: a never-ending series of deals with devils. Maybe it’s not “you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours”; maybe it’s more like “if you let me scratch your eyes out, I’ll make it worth your while.” Does it matter, as long as the rent gets paid?


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog » Karina Longworth

  • Moving Image Quiz Answers

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    Savage Grace  (2008)

    Savage GraceAnswers to the blind items thrown out from my notes on the Moving Image Institute:

    “There are certain people who only exist to show up on websites in order to tell you what an idiot you are.” — Matt Zoller Seitz, speaking on the Online Film Criticism panel, about which more later today.

    “I don’t see it as a queer movie, other than that a sodomite made it.” –– Filmmaker Tom Kalin, speaking about his upcoming Savage Grace.

    “I’m a great Dumbo enthusiast. I think it’s the greatest animated film I’ve ever seen. I like elephants.” — Andrew Sarris. More on his session here.


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog » Karina Longworth

  • Marilyn Monroe Sex Tape Debunked

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    Marilyn Monroe Sex Tape DebunkedUm, that Marilyn Monroe sex tape? Probably not real. Defamer has a guest post co-written by Marilyn experts Mark Bellinghaus and Ernest W. Cunningham and journalist Jennifer J. Dickinson, which makes a compelling case that the guy selling the 16mm fellatio footage is “well-known within the tight-knit circle of Marilyn Monroe memorabilia collectors for being a sycophantic, press hungry namedropper (check out his likely self-penned IMDB bio) whose main objective is to promote himself and the Monroe documentary that he is working on.” Sorry, boys––at least it’s still porn, right?


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog » Karina Longworth

  • The Killers, John Lennon Implicated in Ben Stein’s Anti-Darwin Farce

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    The KillersFrom the department of Bloggy Frenzies We Missed While We Were Out: The Playlist has an excellent post on the music used within Ben Stein’s aforementioned intelligent design propaganda film, Expelled. It all started on Monday, when James Boyce posted a story on the Huffington Post titled, “Yoko Ono Sells Out John Lennon To Creationist Manufactroversy.” We assume that’s a contraction of “manufactured controversy”, even though as far as I’m aware, the film’s opponents have done a better job of promoting Expelled via fuss than the filmmakers themselves. Ack! Maybe i09 is right––maybe Expelled is actually a reverse-psychology conspiracy designed to bring down the intelligent design movement. Or maybe not.

    Anyway, back to the point…

    Boyce’s post was, in typical Huffington house style, brash, annoyingly self-rightous, and not sourced or fact checked (not that any of that is necessarily bad-–it *is* a blog, after all). But according to The Playlist, bloggers took it at face value, without questioning the expense that would be involved in placing songs by The Killers and John Lennon (and “Imagine”, no less!) in an independently distributed documentary produced for less than $5 million. Yoko Ono has so far remained silent on the issue, but moderators on The Killers’ official website have been posting to insist that the band never cleared their song for use in the movie.

    What nobody seems to have mentioned, is how petty it seems for a politcally-biased blog to shame a contemporary band, with a long history of selling their songs to movies and commercials, for cashing in on a cause that the blogger doesn’t agree with. Shilling for shampoo is fine as long as your ironic mustache remains intact. Apparently, these days you only really lose your indie cred when you take money from right wing millionaires.

    I can understand assigning some residual hippie integrity to “Imagine”––and, I mean, the idea of imagining there’s no heaven doesn’t even seem to align with intelligent design. But The Killers previously lent the same song that appears in Expelled to a key scene in Southland Tales, an apocalyptic satire in which copulating Hummers advertise a mystical alternative fuel that doubles as a mind control drug for soldiers fighting World War III (I think)––would it really be less responsible for them to align themselves with an anti-science argument put forth by a game show host? Wouldn’t that just sort of be balancing the scales?


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog » Karina Longworth

  • Moving Image Institute: Andrew Sarris & Molly Haskell

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    andrew sarris and molly haskell

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    “I’ve been struggling to try to do a memoir,” said Andrew Sarris at the beginning of the Moving Image Institute session with he and fellow critic/wife Molly Haskell. “I haven’t made much progress, so don’t hold your breath.” Not to brag, but anyone who was in that room won’t have to. The Haskell/Sarris Hour (actually, several hours––the discussion continued over dinner, including wine for many of us and a vodka tonic for Sarris) was, for me, both the most purely pleasurable session of the Institute, and the portion of the program that gave me the strongest dose of film cultural-historical education. It all came down through Andrew and Molly’s candid storytelling. MOMI’s David Schwartz more than once credited Sarris for having mastered the lecture-as-stand up comedy, but in our small group, with Haskell at his side snarkily finishing sentences, it felt more like lecture-as-autobiography. With jokes.

    Haskell (elegant but not showy with her casual Southern glamour) and Sarris (older, physically frail-seeming but mentally sharp) won us over by working as a team. The stories they told must be part of a standard act by now, but there’s a grace with which they go through the motions together that’s utterly charming. Usually, it’s Sarris setting up the punchline for Haskell, such as when Andrew pronounced Ebert “Eee-bear,” and Haskell quipped, “Roe-jay? The French critic?” Or, even better, as when he described receiving his first phone call from Pauline Kael:

    Sarris: “I had never seen her. I thought she was a babe. [Pause] Because I hadn’t seen her.

    Haskell: “She never had that impression of you, Andrew.”

    In fact, on the subject of Kael, Haskell and Sarris have their lines on their famous rival down to a perfectly-timed routine. At one point in the afternoon, Haskell began to digress from her thoughts on the roles for older women in Hollywood, to the role stamped on Hillary Clinton. Sarris broke in: “I want to say one kind thing about Pauline Kael…” Molly cut her husband off. “Speaking about non-sexual women…”

    It may be no surprise that an overture of “kindness” from Sarris to Kael would be paired with a slice of snark from his personal and professional partner in crime. In talking about Kael, Haskell and Sarris seem graciously resigned to the fact that their legacies are, for better or for worse, tied to that non-sexual woman who caused them so much grief, although they maintain their entwined fates have nothing to do with their efforts. “In a funny way, we knew Pauline and Andrew had this thing,” Haskell said, “But it was her acolytes who kept it going, who had a hard time letting it go.”

    And what was that one kind thing? “The one lasting contribution she made to criticism,” Sarris said, “Is that she gave a licence to all critics, male and female, to say that something turned them on.”

    Haskell nodded her head vigorously at that statement, but unfortunately, she’s not finding much in modern movies to be attracted to. Although both Molly and Andrew were fans of Juno, Haskell says she’s “distressed” by the fact that conversations about women have, over the past twenty years, fallen out of mainstream film discourse. “Now it’s like Feminism is a dirty word,” she said. “I think Hollywood has just gone over to the adolescent male, in terms of both behind and in front of the camera. I think a lot of the violence in the world now is about the threat to male supremacy. And this leads to the Apatow thing…it’s a retreat.”

    Forgetting Sarah Marshall as smokescreen for a male regression fantasy knee-jerked into motion by endless war? It’s the exact sort of critical thinking about mainstream culture that isn’t happening on any kind of wide scale, much to our chagrin. At dinner, some of us most depressed by the seeming futility of fostering a mass movement of cinephilia or serious cultural appreciation asked Molly to tell us all about the good ol’ days. Everyone wore berets and was impossibly beautiful, and you all used to meet up in Paris and hang out in cafes and talk about movies all night long, right? “No!” Haskell laughed. “It wasn’t like that at all!” But surely, when Sarris and Kael bumped into each other at a party, the entire crowd would split, taking sides West Side Story style to prepare for the dialectical rumble? Haskell says the old nemeses did see each other around, but the antagonism was both less dramatic and more sly. “I invited Pauline to our wedding,” Haskell said, “And she wrote me back, ‘I’ll come to your next one.’” Luckily, that opportunity never came up.


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog » Karina Longworth

 


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