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  • Metropolis Missing Footage Found

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    Long-missing footage from Fritz Lang’s Metropolis has, apparently, been found. Berlin-based David Hudson at GreenCine breathlessly passes along the online preview to a story that will run in Germany’s ZEITmagazin tomorrow. Hudson’s English-language parsing of the preview is a must-read, but the short version is that a copy of “the long version” of the film––which may or may not be Lang’s original cut, but which seems almost certainly close to it––has been discovered at Buenos Aires’ Museo Del Cine.

    David says he’ll have more details after buying the magazine tomorrow; in the meantime, there’s a gallery of stills from the new/old footage. I’ve screencapped two of the eight images; the more vivid one is up top, and a scratchy and almost spectral-looking still is below the jump.


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  • Peter Greenaway: ‘Dazzling’ Educator or Art Wanker?

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    Nightwatching  (2007)

    My favorite part of this NY Times story about filmmaker Peter Greenaway’s “dazzling confection” Leonardo’s Last Supper––wherin he “enhanced” the original painting for one night only by introducing sweeping lights, “rhythmic” music, and the generally ill-advised planetarium aesthetics––is the explanation of why the event almost didn’t happen:

    A vigorous debate erupted earlier this year after some art historians recommended that Mr. Greenaway be denied access to “The Last Supper.” They feared for the well-being of the painting, which began to deteriorate only 20 years after its completion in 1498.

    Cultural officials also objected to what they saw as the improper use of a monument with an intrinsic universal value…“I don’t know why we would allow anyone to run the risk of possibly damaging a work of art in which the Italian state has invested a huge number of resources in the last 20 years,” said Marisa Dalai Emiliani, one expert who opposed the project.

    While champions insisted that the project would lend new meaning to Leonardo’s painting, she said, “ ‘The Last Supper’ doesn’t need any added value.”

    I’m no expert, but from the writeups of the event and the above, frustratingly unprofessional video document, it sounds like the worst fears of Emiliani and friends were justified.

    “We’re out to educate you as entertainingly as possible,” Greenaway reportedly said after his 20-minute laser light show, which seems to nail down the problem: is there anything more insulting to a grown-up than smug edutainment?

    Supper is the second in a series of projects Greenaway is trying to mount, which he characterizes as “dialogues” with nine paintings, each with “a Cecil B. DeMille cinematic scope.” The first of these projects was Nightwatching––which, you’ll remember, I actually liked at Toronto, although it admittedly put me to sleep. But Nightwatching seemed to be an actual character study, of both a painting and its painter, and not an entirely reductive one at that. So much of Greenaway’s work seems to be based on simple equations: a spewing of Greenaway’s knowledge about art, intermingled with dick/****/poop jokes, inevitably rendered in a posh accent so as to, ostensibly, merge low brow with high. And it’s all didactic as hell. Get it? The entire history of art is mitigated through the artist’s bodily functions and attempts to get laid! Get it? God is in the trance music!!!

    Disclaimer: I’m cranky about Greenaway today because I had to watch his The Draughtsman’s Contract for one of Kevin Lee’s video essays. There are Greenaway films that I don’t find entirely abhorrent, but this one…oh, I’ll save it for the tape…


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog

  • 10 Movies, 10 Years: NYC in the ’90s

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    Ghostbusters  (1984)

    Quick Change  (1990)

    Tootsie  (1982)

    The Fisher King  (1991)

    The Professional  (1994)

    Kids  (1995)

    Girl 6  (1996)

    Armageddon  (1998)

    Eyes Wide Shut  (1999)

    Deep Impact  (1998)

    Godzilla  (1998)

    Spider-Man  (2002)

    XX/XY  (2002)

    The Wackness  (2008)

    Jonathan Levine’s crowd-pleasing (in terms of audience awards at festivals, not in terms of uplifting Hollywood endings) film The Wackness opens in limited release tomorrow. In case you haven’t noticed from the ads and the soundtrack, it takes place in the New York City of 1994, a special time for the place because Rudy Giuliani had just become mayor and was beginning to clean up the city, Goldie Wilson-stylee (OK, not really Goldie Wilson-stylee, but who doesn’t love a good BTTF reference?).

    NYC in the ’90s was quite special for me. It’s when I moved here. And moved here a second time (I’ve since moved here a third time), and watching The Wackness made me nostalgic for the decade. It also made me think of some of the other films from or set in that period, a number of which kind of define my experience with the city.

    • 1990: Quick Change - It’s a bit ironic that this comedy, which features Bill Murray putting down the city non-stop, is the movie that really represents NYC on film for me. Actually, considering Tootsie was probably my first exposure to NYC on screen and Ghostbusters was the movie that made me want to visit Manhattan more often (I grew up in nearby Connecticut), I guess Murray was kind of like my ambassador to New York. My current jogging route goes through a neighborhood that’s prominently used in Quick Change, and whenever I pass the spot where I can see the Statue of Liberty across the bay, I think of the movie and have trouble believing anyone could want to get out of here as much as Murray’s character does.
    • 1991: The Fisher King - One of my favorite spots in all of NYC is Grand Central Terminal, partially because it was my gateway to the city but mostly because of this film’s employment of the station for a fantasy waltz number in the main concourse. It’s one of my favorite scenes in film history, though I’m not quite sure if I love the scene because I already loved the station or if I fell in love with the station because of this scene.
    • 1992: Definitely, Maybe - I can’t think of many movies that look back to NYC in the ’90s the way The Wackness does. There’s Austin Chick’s XX/XY, which I haven’t seen, and there’s this recent movie, which flashes back to 1992 and then continues through the decade. Two fun little gags I appreciated as a NYC settler are the bit about cigarettes costing so much more here and the spot-on comment about how one day suddenly everyone in the city had a cell phone, which they haven’t put down since.
    • 1993: Manhattan Murder Mystery - Obviously there has to be a Woody Allen movie on this list. It may not be the best, but it’s Allen’s New York, it’s from 1993, and it’s got that great Cole Porter song at the beginning.
    • 1994: Leon (The Professional) - The Wackness will now take over the 1994 spot, but the previous place holder was this action classic. It’s nice, because it has a sort of outsider’s perspective of the city — thanks to both the lead character and the director hailing from France — that I still had at the time. Much of the movie, though, lacks the strong touristy, landmark-heavy NYC that a lot of movies set here display (you can barely even make out the Twin Towers in the opening montage). And had it been made a few years later, it probably wouldn’t have even been shot here. Fortunately, it was, and I got my first cinematic introduction to the Roosevelt Island tram (years before seeing it in Spider-Man), which I’ll always be afraid of riding.
    • 1995: Kids - I saw Larry Clark’s film a few weeks before moving to Manhattan for school, and I thought it would prepare me for the worst. But aside from seeing Chloe Sevigny around the neighborhood, I actually didn’t come in contact with a lot of kids like those featured in the movie. Of course, I was hanging out with nerdy film students, not local high schoolers.
    • 1996: Girl 6 - I admit, I’ve never seen this, but just as with Woody, this list has to include one film from Spike Lee. And this one is at least appropriate to my experience, because my acting teacher at the time plays an acting teacher in the film.
    • 1997: Escape from New York - Thanks to Giuliani, the NYC of ‘97 didn’t look like it did in John Carpenter’s science fiction film, which came out back in 1981. Of course, some people felt like Giuliani made Manhattan more like a prison than was depicted on screen.
    • 1998: Godzilla - In the same summer, moviegoers saw parts of NYC destroyed in Armageddon, Deep Impact and Godzilla. So why am I including the worst one, which also made the least amount of money — also the one I actually didn’t bother seeing? Because while it was being made, there were tanks all over the part of Manhattan that I frequented, and though I eventually knew what they were there for, I never got over the surreal feeling of being in a city occupied by the U.S. military (on 9/11 the surreal actually became real, with soldiers visible everywhere, making it all the more significant in retrospect).
    • 1999: Eyes Wide Shut - Closing out the decade is Kubrick’s final film, which he shot in England but set in NYC. Despite an attempt to make it look very accurate — I remember reading about the production’s specific import of Village Voice boxes for the occasion — it’s one of the least authentic-looking New York films of the era. At least it doesn’t feature the Rocky Mountains in the background, though.
    • Bonus: Tour - This addition is blatant self-promotion, as the documentary features me and the ska band I was in. But it’s particularly fitting because it shows NYC in the last week of the ’90s, when we departed for a Southeastern U.S. tour, and it ends with us returning to the city mid-January 2000.

    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog

  • Hellboy Inside the Actor’s Studio. Clip of the Day

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    Men in Black  (1997)

    Indiana Jones [Film Series]  Production Year

    Hellboy  (2004)

    Pan's Labyrinth  (2006)

    Who needs Will Ferrell’s impersonation when the real James Lipton is willing to do stuff like this. It’s short, it’s sweet and it’s helping me maintain my excitement for Hellboy II: The Golden Army. And I wasn’t even a fan of the first movie. In fact, I can’t remember a darn thing about Hellboy except for the Nazi-heavy prologue, which gave me the first impression of Indiana Jones knockoff (the subsequent plot made me think Indy meets Men in Black). Fortunately, the follow-up looks more like Pan’s Labyrinth, which was at least directed by Hellboy helmer Guillermo Del Toro.

    To get me back up to speed before Hellboy II drops next Friday, I’ve rented the DVD of the original. And I’ve also watched this animated prologue, which gives us background info regarding the Golden Army. Personally, I’d be OK with the whole film being in this style. I just have lots of love for minimal animation. I definitely need to check out Broken Saints, the web series directed by this prologue’s animator, Brooke Burgess.

    Hellboy II: The Golden Army opens nationwide July 11.

    [Inside the Actor's Studio spot via Fark.com; prologue via Chris Albrecht]


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  • Pineapple Express and A Brief History Of Plot Songs

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    Arthur  (1981)

    Ghostbusters 2  (1989)

    The Graduate  (1967)

    The Tender Trap  (1955)

    Weird Science  (1985)

    This is it, the day we’ve been waiting for two full decades (or, at least, since we first heard it was happening back in December): the Huey Lewis plot song written specifically for the David Gordon Green-driected, Judd Apatow-produced stoner comedy Pineapple Express has hit the web! The Playlist first posted a clip of the song last night; today, Whitney at Pop Candy points to the full thing, available for streaming or download on MySpace.

    It’s very much in classic Huey Lewis plot song mode, complete with gratuitous hand claps and sax solo. It’s not as directly narrative as, say, “Back in Time” (above), but it’s slightly more literally connected to the film than, like, “The Power of Love.” A sample from the chorus: “How did we get into this mess? Pineapple Express! Can’t deal with this stress! Totally gone, cause we’re on, Pineapple Express!” It is the best, and it is also totally the worst.

    As we’ve discussed before, plot songs take the science of the source cue to a new level. After the jump, a brief, video-guided journey through plot song history. Let us know what we’ve left out.

    1955: “(Love is) The Tender Trap” from The Tender Trap

    Though this Frank Sinatra/Debbie Reynolds sex comedy was based on a play, the song sung twice by Sinatra in the film (once over the opening credits, once directly to Reynolds, as seen above) was written specifically for the movie, and was nominated for an Oscar. Like the best plot songs, it does more than just set a tone or reiterate the film’s plot––it actually becomes integral to it.

    1967: “Mrs. Robinson” from The Graduate

    According to Mark Harris’ Pictures at a Revolution, Paul Simon was under contract to write three original songs for Mike Nichols’ movie. He turned in two, and Nichols liked neither. “Have you got anything else?” the director asked. Simon and Art Garfunkel apparently “muttered to each other” for a few minutes, and then played a song-in-progress, which was then called “Mrs. Roosevelt,” “about icons of a certain generation.” Nichols loved it, “Roosevelt” was changed to “Robinson,” but the song remained unfinished by the time a mostly instrumental version of it was cut into the movei (see above). When it was released as a single a year later, lines alluding to characters and themes from the film were mashed together with lyrics from the “Roosevelt” draft.

    1981: “Arthur’s Theme” from Arthur

    I desperately wanted to honor this era with a song from another Dudley Moore film, “Ready to Take a Chance Again” as sung by Barry Manilow in Foul Play, but this Christopher Cross classic is really the finer specimen of plot song. I think most people my age know this song, but haven’t even seen Arthur; I watched it for the first time a few years ago and was blown away (okay, maybe not blown away, but definitely surprised) by how dark it is. It’s about this total ****-up rich kid, this terrible, terrible alcoholic who leaves nothing but destruction in his path…until he falls in love with Liza Minnelli. But the song totally give him a pass, reframing Arthur as this loveable loon, “just a boy…laughing about the way they want him to be.” Um…he’s laughing because he’s been drunk since 1967.

    1985: “Weird Science” from Weird Science

    The rare example of a plot song making the film that spawned it superfluous. Infused with an introspection that the the John Hughes movie simply had no interest in (”From my heart and from my head, why don’t people understand my intentions?”), there’s absolutely no reason to see the entire film if you can watch the Oingo Boingo music video above. Um, okay…the movie has a young Robert Downey Jr, I guess. But the song encapsulates the narrative such as it is and the video incorporates all the relevant clips from the film––plus it’s got original Dr. Frankenstein Colin Clive, AND Danny Elfman imitating Colin Clive. We’re done here.

    1989: “On Our Own” from Ghostbusters 2

    I understand that the selection of Bobby Brown over Ray Parker Jr might seem controversial to some. But look at the evidence: “Found out about Vigo/The Master of Evil/Try to battle my boys?/That’s not legal!” I’m absolutely positive that this is the finest plot song verse ever written.


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  • When Bobby Met Ariane: Maitresse

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    Wild at Heart  (1990)

    dominatrix maitresse

    How often do you get Barbet Schroeder, Gerard Depardieu and Nestor Almendros together to shoot a film about a burglar who ends up falling in love with the dominatrix whose dungeon he’s unwittingly tried to rob? In a scene at the very beginning of Schroeder’s exquisitely paced, beautifully executed Maitresse the tone is brilliantly set for the relationship – and thus the film itself – through Almendros’ meticulously composed images. His camera captures Depardieu’s fair Olivier and his dark-haired partner-in-crime (whose bad idea it was to burglarize the “downstairs apartment”) in a hornet’s nest of their own making, caught in the act by Bulle Ogier’s “Maitresse” Ariane, and subsequently handcuffed to her radiator and guarded by a vicious Doberman named Texas.

    But wait––if this doesn’t sound like a setup straight from the twisted mind of David Lynch I don’t know what does. Indeed, what’s most striking about the erotically charged scene that follows is how closely the psychological power dynamics of Schroeder’s Maitresse parallel the infamous “Bobby Peru seduces Lula” scene from Wild at Heart. In both cases no actual sex takes place. Instead there’s a steamy sadist/predator (Bobby Peru, Ariane) sinking his/her teeth into a piece of lost prey (Lula, Olivier). Both Lula and Olivier are turned on against their will, psychologically “raped,” so stunned at losing control that they’re not even fully aware of the situation they’re in, let alone how to escape it. The difference lies in the relationship between the characters. Lula is rendered helpless until Bobby releases her when he’s “gotta get going.” She’s just a toy for Bobby to kill time with in the afternoon, whereas Ariane plays for keeps – a spider whose web encompasses. Ariane takes over her “victims” wholly, completely and unapologetically. And like Bobby knowing enough to drop in on Lula unannounced – ensuring her defenses will be down – Ariane takes advantage of the element of surprise (burglars dropping in unannounced – how convenient!), wielding it like a stun gun before the attack.

    For this very element of surprise that has caused Oliver and his criminal buddy’s undoing is what Ariane will use to take ownership of Olivier heart and mind. The petty thieves weren’t expecting the apartment to contain whips and chains and they most certainly weren’t anticipating a petite blonde pixie to wield a pair of cuffs like a beat cop. Ariane knows this – and uses it against Olivier who she immediately fancies, desires to control. (She reads him like Bobby can read Lula, recognizes his type from a mile away.) Unceremoniously she escorts a shaggy-haired client into the next room, soon returning to deftly release Olivier – from the radiator, his partner and soon-to-be-former life. She needs to borrow him for three minutes – at two hundred francs, she adds, like a madam to one of her working girls. There is no negotiating with the mistress – this is simply what he’ll do. Though Olivier radiates rough trade, thuggish in his
    black jacket and tight rugged jeans he’s so astonished as to be swept away, every bit as mind-fucked as Lula, reduced to an obedient schoolboy by Ariane’s unyielding command.

    As if to emphasize this point Schroeder’s camera cuts to the heel of the mistress’ thigh-high boot pumping in and out of her makeup-wearing slave’s mouth like a stiletto dildo, a shot that runs in unbearable silence for a squeamishly long time. Ariane then uses her riding crop and the leash of the slave’s collar to keep him in line as she orders him onto his knees, a trannie slut wearing his own corset and form-fitting leather skirt. The frame is wide enough to encompass Olivier standing still off to the side, watching and waiting as if he’s stumbled into an otherworldly dream, the mistress and slave at her throne reflected in a mirror, performing for both the novice voyeur and us as much as for their own pleasure

    Like Bobby, who has trapped Lula before ever laying a finger on her, Ariane has put an invisible collar around Olivier who immediately sleepwalks over when called. He stands directly in front of her as she rides her slave like a horse, controlling the submissive below and the one towering above with equal ease, an S&M ménage a trois. (Unlike Bobby she’s a professional; she can handle more than one sub at a time.) Without hesitation Ariane unzips Olivier’s jeans, stares him straight in the eye as she tells him to piss on the slut’s face, daring him to disobey (her own “Say it, say **** me” moment) then, just to keep him off balance, abruptly forces his lips to hers for a deep kiss. Once again the element of surprise heightens the senses, turning the extraordinary into the erotic, Olivier’s head and **** – and bodily fluids! – at her mercy.

    Once Olivier, as shaken as Lula even if he doesn’t burst into tears, returns to his unaware partner, the client sticks a wad of bills in his jeans pocket on his way out the door, putting an exclamation point on the fact that he’s become the mistress’ bitch as well. (Even Bobby Peru didn’t sink that low!) When Ariane returns to flaunt more pay in his face Olivier unconvincingly hesitates before taking it. (She never doubts that he will – for he’s a hustler just like she.) Still on automatic pilot Olivier sheepishly grabs the bills, only to use them to pay off his friend so he can get rid of him, take Ariane to dinner in an effort to turn the power dynamic right side up, to regain control. Ariane acquiesces like a cat toying with a mouse.

    Once at the restaurant she wonders if his partner will tell, to which Olivier replies that he didn’t know what was going on. “What about you?” she asks rhetorically, knowing he hasn’t got a clue. Naïvely, Olivier inquires if she’d been afraid to go to dinner with him to which she purrs, “I’m not the cautious type,” basking in the accomplishment of turning him both on and out like a whore, her own personal beau de jour.


    Originally posted on:SpoutBlog

 


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