Wednesday, January 31, 2007

turner this month - bravo!

Turner continues to to unearth difficult-to-see movies, including two Joan Crawford films in February that show her in top form - Hall Bartlett's “The Caretakers” (1963), in which she plays everyone's worst nightmare, the director of a mental asylum, and Ranald MacDougal's “Queen Bee” (1955), in which Crawford more or less taunts her supporting cast as a woman who dominates, and demoralizes, her relatives. The films air at 8 p.m. (5 a.m., pst) on February 2 and and 9:15 a.m. (6:15 a.m., pst) on February 3, respectively.

Other titles worth seeking out include:
“The Best Man” (1964), Franklin J. Schaffner's film version of the Gore Vidal play (starring Henry Fonda and Cliff Robertson as Presidential Republic and Democratic candidates, respectively), in which one character quips, "For a liberal, you sure think like a good American." Some things haven't changed. "The Best Man" airs on TCM at 10 a.m. (7 a.m., pacific time) on Monday, February 5.

“The Bachelor Party” (1957) and "Separate Tables” (1958) are two Delbert Mann films based on plays. The first features Don Murray, Jack Warden, Larry Blyden, Philip Abbott and e.g. Marshall among others, as guys carousing, or trying to, during an all-night bachelor party in New York. The stand out in the cast is Carolyn Jones, billed only as The Existentialist who talks a blue streat when Murray tries to pick her up. Paddy Chayefsky wrote the brilliant, sardonic script. "Separate Tables," based on the Terence Rattigan play , boasts an all-star cast - Burt Lancastger, Rita Rayworth, Deborah Kerr, David Niven, Cathleen Nesbitt, Gladys Cooper, Wendy Hiller and Rod Taylor. You can see "The Bachelor Party" (not to be confused with the disposable Tom Hanks comedy) airs Monday, February 12 at 7:15 a.m. (4:15 a.m., pst), while "Separate Tables" can be seen Tuesday, February 13 at 8:15 a.m. 5:15 a.m., pst).

In the "Don't Miss" category, there's the John Cromwell-Paddy Chayefsky collaboration "The Goddess" - airing Wednesday, February 28 at 10 a.m. (7 a.m., pst), which offers the great Kim Stanley's mesmerizing interpretation of Marilyn Monroe. Don't miss it.

Finally, you'll get a rare chance to see George Sidney's celebration of Cantinflas, “Pepe” 1960), on Monday,February 19 at 9:45 a.m. (6:45 a.m., pst) and the wonderful Kim Stanley in a rare screen appearance in John Cromwell's “The Goddess” (1958), airing Wednesday, February 28 at 10 a.m. (7 a.m., pst).

Note: This will be a regular monthly feature, highlighting, well, the highlights on Turner Classics' schedule.

(Artwork: top: A still shot of Constance Ford and Joan Crawford in United Artists' "The Caretakers" and middle: the movie tie-in cover for the softback for U.A.'s "The Bachelor Party.")

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Monday, January 29, 2007

Caouette's "Tarnation"



Jonathan Caouette's incredibly modest but undeniably impressive "Tarnation" was the last film that I saw as a professional film critic. After spending most of my life at the movies, and all of my adult life reviewing them, I had decided to live my own script - retire young and kick back. And Caouette's film lent itself perfectly to my valedictory review because it's the kind of movie that I think I championed as a critic - and because his film struck me in such an intensely personal way.

We all react to movies in different ways because, well, no two of us are exactly like. And when a film seems to be talking to us, directly and personally, its meaning can become revelatory - particularly when it arrives at a crucial point in our lives.

For me, "Tarnation" was the right film at the right time.

The movie is essentially a video diary of Caouette's chaotic life, a filmic mosaic consisting of bits and pieces of memorabilia - Super-8 home movies, both Betamax and VHS video footage, family snapshots, old answering-machine messages, excerpts from movies and TV series from the '70s and even "re-enactments" - that Caouette was moved to edit together using the iMovie software on his laptop. He reportedly had 160 hours' worth of personal material and spent $218.32 to put it together.

Caouette, 32, isn't a trained filmmaker, but he is a natural one. He has a sense of rhythm and he knows what's important and what's not and, as a result, his film flows naturally.

"Tarnation" opens with a re-enactment - with Caouette in Queens, receiving a phone call notifying him that his severely troubled mother back in his native Texas has overdosed on lithium and has more or less deteriorated into a zombie. This latest personal trauma prompts Caouette to go to Texas and bring what's left of his mother back to New York, while filling us in about their lives.

Renee LeBlanc, his mother, was born and raised in a Houston suburb and was a child model until a freak accident ended her career - and seemingly her life - at age 11. She fell off the family's garage roof and was temporarily paralyzed for six months. Her parents, Rosemary and Adolph Davis, were simple people who went along with the confused doctors when they suggested a round of electro-shock treatments. Caouette reasons that his mother was subjected to 200 such treatments, making LeBlanc unstable and incorrigible - and erasing her personality.

Caouette's father left before he was born - he didn't know LeBlanc was pregnant - and she eventually took her little boy and ran off to Chicago. While on the road, she was raped in front of her 4-year-old son by a man who picked them up. Kicked off a bus taking them back to Houston for making a disturbance, LeBlanc was arrested and Jonathan was placed in foster homes, where he was physically and sexually abused. He ended up living with his grandparents, whose hold on reality was tenuous at best.

By age 10, Caouette was aware that he was gay, but didn't know that he had his own mental illness - a "depersonalization disorder," which means he sort of sees himself from the outside. In keeping with this idea, "Tarnation" has no narration to hold its pieces together but instead uses detailed title cards in which Caouette continually refers to himself in the third person.

Caouette's personal documents here are utterly fascinating. We see self-filmed video footage of him, at age 11, doing improvised monologues as abused women, one white and one African American. It's incredible - and a little scary. Later, in what feels like a companion scene, we see LeBlanc in New York, her madness full-blown now, also "acting out" for Caouette's camera.

We also see Caouette involved in his high school's bizarre drama club, helping to construct a musical based on David Lynch's film "Blue Velvet," using songs by Marianne Faithful. Then we hear him recount how he used to get into gay bars by disguising himself as "a petite goth girl" and how his mind was eventually blown on a joint laced with PCP and embalming fluid.

And in a collage that is nothing short of jaw-dropping, Caouette charts his teenage years using footage of Ruth Gordon and John Casssavetes in "Rosemary's Baby," a scene of Dolly Parton singing "A Lil' Ole Bitty Pissant Country Place" from "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas," the sound of Glenn Campbell singing "Wichita Lineman," moments from amateur horror films he made with his friends (with titles such as "The Spit and Blood Boys") and, most evocative, a shot of himself lip-syncing to Suzette Charles' rendition of "Frank Mills" from the "Hair" soundtrack. What comes through all of this is the filmmaker's psychic pain and confusion.



But it all comes back to the tragically damaged LeBlanc, one of the most affecting figures you're likely to see in any movie. If this were a fiction film, Debra Winger would be playing this role.


Once vital and beautiful, her deterioration is now beyond repair.

Caouette needs answers that his mother is not equipped to give. He wants to get to know her and, at the same time, as he puts it, "I'm so afraid I'm going to turn into my mother."

"Tarnation" is about life slipping away beyond our control, not just our own but the lives of people precious to our lives, people who, once gone, will leave a void that can never be filled. In Caouette's case, he began losing his mother the day he was born. In a scene that will forever haunt me, we see LeBlanc taking a nap - temporarily at peace, free from her demons.

"She's inside me," Caouette comments softly.

I originally saw this film shortly after my mother died, and while I certainly didn't have the miserable childhood that Caouette experienced, I related strongly to his sense of helplessness, to his desire to stop time and perhaps go back in time. The line, "she's inside me," really reverberates and says it all.

My mom was the first person to take me by the hand and introduce me to the world of movies, the first person to ask what I thought of this film or that one, the first person to care about my opinion. I think she's the reason I became a critic. In later years, as our roles became reversed, I reciprocated by taking her by the hand to the movies and asking her what she thought.

There are kinds of movies. The special ones - such as "Tarnation" - will stay with me forever - like memories of a long-gone loved one.

(Artwork: Family snapshots of filmmaker Caouette and his mother Renee, then and now, from Wellspring's "Tarnation")

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Friday, January 05, 2007

stephanie von buchau, 1939-2006


When my wife and I relocated to the West Coast from the Philaldelphia area, I was professionally - and immediately - befriended by Stephanie von Buchau, a great critic who turned out to be an even better friend. We had a lot in common in that we were critics who marched to decidedly different drummers in terms of taste, mostly commiserating about misunderstood films, either pro or con.

I remember vividly last corresponding with her - via email - about the unappreciated joys of Tony Scott’s brutally raw and gleefully rude “Domino.” I think you get the picture.

Stephanie was iconoclastic , outspoken, fearless, sometimes brutally harsh, often very funny and uncommonly honest. She had provocative ideas and she did what every good critic should always do.

She made you think.

For those unfamiliar with Stephanie’s work and opinions, she reviewed classical music and opera, as well as film and food, from the Bay Area for about 30 years, her critiques appearing in such local publications as Marin County’s Pacific Sun, San Francisco magazine, the Oakland Tribune, the San Francisco Examiner and the Bay Area Reporter, as well as national magazines such as Opera News. In recent years, Stephanie had rather wittingly adopted the pseudonym Tiger Hashimoto for some of her reviews for the Examiner.

She inadvertently created a furor in 1975 with her negative review of the San Francisco Opera production of Tchaikovsky's “Queen of Spades,” as conducted by Russian exile Mstislav Rostropovich. The Opera’s late General Manager, Kurt Herbert Adler, responded by banning Stephanie, denying her press tickets for the remainder of the season. Her colleagues, however, objected, and Stephanie’s name was reinstated.

Perhaps, the veteran music and dance critic Allan Ulrich described Stephanie best: "She was blunt, insightful, cranky, outrageous and the voice of sweet reason, sometimes all in the same paragraph, She knew her business. And she was opinionated - she believed things should be a certain way in the arts. Whether you agreed with her or not - and I frequently disagreed violently with her - she stated her case cogently and wittily. She was damned entertaining to read.''

When my wife and I moved back to the East Coast after 13 years, I continued my email conversations with Stephanie but towards the end, our missives started to dwindle. And then they stopped - abruptly. Stephanie von Buchau passed away last December 19 at age 67, most likely from complications from the diabetes she battled most of her life.

That’s when she wasn’t waging a battle on behalf of art.

"The only truly objective critic is a dead critic," Stephanie once observed, but I’ve a hunch that even in death, she’s still eschewing the notion of objectivity and, well, raising hell.

Just as she did in life.

Note in passing: Tony Scott's"Domino" will make its cable debut shortly on HBO. Check it out.

(Artwork: The great critic Stephanie von Buchau hiding behind a facade, photographed by Anne Hamersky in San Francisco in August, 1990)

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Monday, January 01, 2007

turner this month - bravo!




Note: This will be a regular monthly feature, highlighting, well, the highlights on Turner Classics' schedule.


Turner Classics has quietly established itself as a veritable on-air college education in film, with its programming ranging from vintage Hollywood classics to little-seen gems from the 1950s and ‘60s, from maverick underground films to subtitled foreign-language masterworks. It’s compulsively watchable.

Among the difficult-to-see titles showing this month include:

George Sidney’s “The Eddie Duchin Story” (airing Thursday, January 4th at 3:30 p.m./12:30 p.m.), handsomely photographed by the great Harry Stradling.

Herbert Ross’ “Goodbye, Mr. Chips” (Mon., Jan. 8, 5:15 p.m./2:15 p.m.), a serious, new-style musical experiment featuring a truly poignant turn by Peter O'Toole in the title role.

George Cukor’s “The Marrying Kind” (Sun., Jan. 14, 11:30 a.m./8:30 a.m.), a bracing, insightful dramedy about divorce, written by Garson Kanin and Ruth Gordon.

Sir Carol Reed’s “The Key” (Tue., Jan. 16, 6 a.m./3 a.m.), with William Holden and Sophia Loren demonstrating palpable chemistry.

Mark Robson’s “Phffft!” (Fri., Jan. 19, 9:15 a.m./12:15 a.m.), a still very contemporary comedy written by George Axelrod, and the second 1954 film teaming Judy Holliday with Jack Lemmon.

Robert Aldrich’s “The Legend of Lylah Clare” (Mon., Jan. 22, Noon/9 a.m.), delicious camp with a game Kim Novak in the title role.

Billy Wilder’s “Ace in a Hole” (Thurs., Jan. 25, 2:30 a.m./Wed., Jan. 24, 11:30 a.m.), arguably the darkest, most relevant commentary about the American media and Americans in general to ever be sold as a commercial movie.

Silvio Narizzano’s “Die! Die! My Darling!” (Thurs., Jan. 25, 6:15 p.m./3:15 p.m.), featuring a rare screen appearance by the legendary Tallulah Bankhead as a religious fanatic, with a copy of the Bible in one hand and a gun in the other, casually tormenting her late son's fiancee, Stephanie Powers.

Norman Taurog’s “Living It Up” (Sun., Jan. 28, 8:30 a.m./5:30 a.m.), the Broadway musical, "Hazel Flagg," by no less than Ben Hecht, restructured for Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, with most of the music retained.

Paul Wendkos’ “Because They’re Young” (Mon., Jan. 29, 5:45 p.m./2:45 p.m.), '60s teen flick with Tuesday Weld, Michael Callan and Dick Clark.

BTW, the Billy Wilder film is listed in Turner’s Now Playing program under its alternate title, “The Big Carnival,” but a spy tells me that the original title, “Ace in a Hole” is on the print that Turner will air.

(Artwork: Poster art from Paramount's "Ace in a Hole," aka "The Big Carnival,"Columbia's "The Marrying Kind")

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