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Thursday, 03 July 2008

  • King Kong and Vertigo

    They were both on my list.  One at the top, one near the bottom of the first part.

    They are both classics.

    But King Kong has nothing on Vertigo for a reason.

    Hitchcock owns the viewer.  I had my suspicions when I first saw a Hitchcock film a few years back, but now it's been fully realized: his control over the camera and what the viewer sees is magnificent and unrivaled.  Montage, framing, movement.  It's perfect.  Supremely perfect.  He didn't have to write the thrilling suspense films that he did.  he could have filmed me walking around campus for a day and it would be the best thing you've ever seen.

    Remarkable control, remarkable.  He really was a genius with a sense for dialogue, music, editing, framing, it couldn't get more perfect.  Well, he could have put Marlon Brando in it, but otherwise.  Wow.

    King Kong, well, it's got its own quiet, classical beauty.  I'm sure those special effects were out of this world 70 years ago.  In fact, it wasn't too much off compared to Star Wars.  That's amazing in its own right.  The stillness of the camera is astounding and the characters get to move around in the created space.  It's not really something I hadn't seen before, but it's something that you never see in movies that claim to be inspired by King Kong.

    All of this to say that films should never be remade as films.  If the plot mattered in the firs place, it wouldn't be a film, and there is no point (or possibility) or reshooting the same film.  Even Hanecke, the neurotic french director, couldn't remake Funny Games exactly, no matter how hard he tried (and he made the first one).  There are two legit remakes of King Kong to my knowledge.  Waste of money by all parties.  Sure, they both may have been entertaining, but neither could be considered art.
    -Zack

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

  • A Difference...

    I watched "Rendition" last night.  It's not the best movie I've ever seen.  Well, I take that back.  It's a good movie.  It's entertaining and suspenseful, and I was never really bored.  But what was it that I hadn't seen before?  A plot about things I didn't know anything about.  In fact, other than that, it was nothing more than a Bourne movie.  The plot wasn't even that far from a Bourne movie to begin with.  I don't even mind the Bourne movies. 

    But there is no such thing as a Bourne film.  At least not anymore.

    "Rendition" doesn't exist for me.  Nor will I ever buy it.  Were it my money going into the rental machine last night, there is no way I would have rented it.   But it was great for the situation, because it had the elements people wanted; drama, suspense, intriguing plot, some attachment to the characters, and Jake Gyllenhal.  I like Jake Gyllenhal, even if I don't know how to spell his name.

    I could rant for a long time about how "Rendition" failed visually.  But that would be useless, because it wasn't trying to be visual, it wasn't trying to be film at all.  Truthfully, it was trying to make money, and at least last night, it kind of succeeded, in a way, if one dollar for 10 views counts.  It was the object of our movie night.  There's a reason you don't call them film nights, and more of a reason why you don't hear about foreign movies as much as foreign film, and it has little to nothing to do with alliteration, although I do love alliteration.

    -Zack



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Monday, 23 June 2008

  • A Reinaugurtion, a Reinterpretation, and a Reinvention

    I created this blog for a class, and it died.  I created this blog and had hoped to do something after the class but the class ended then the blog died because I did not use it because the class had died.

    But I wanted more, I wanted so much more.

    And now I've got it.  My junior I.S. started and ended second semester, and while that kept me from making this, this ode to all things film, into what I wanted it to be, I've got a better idea now than I ever had then anyway.  I'll try not to be as linguistically charged as I am on my other blogs, dulacian and impersonalemotion.  Film is a visual art and I'm going to be writing about it for a very long time.  This is my outlet for the creative end of that, but it's not the language that matters as much here as it does in those other two spots.

    I don't know how to start really.  What this will be is something simply about the films I see and what I think about the art itself.  It will pop off as I think about letting it. 

    This past year and a half I've become ingratiated to the art in ways that I never though possible.  Before, I never really liked movies.  Now, it's my intellectual playground more than any other area.  So, let's look at who I was before the intellectual revolution, and who I am now

    Favorite Movie then: Donnie Darko
    Favorite Movie now: 8 1/2
    Favorite Director then: George Lucas
    Favorite Director now: Federico Fellini
    Average Movies watched in a week then: 0.8 or so
    Average movies watched in a week now: 3.5
     
    That's just a slight look at my movie watching habits.  What's far more important are the actual movies that I've watched.  I've learned that the best films often are not American and usually aren't that exciting.  Film is an artform that can be entertaining for the senses.  But it doesn't have to be and deep intellectual enjoyment can seep out through the screen, trumping any excitement. 

    So what do I watch?

    Film.  Glorious film that exists for the sake of the film. 

    To best understand what I mean, 8 1/2 by Federico Fellini and L'Avventura by Michaelangelo Antonioni are required viewing, along with a bit of The Children of Paradise by Marcel Carne and Hiroshima, Mon Amour by Alain Resnais for good measure.

    The greatest thing about great films of old is that they are usually available at most public libraries, which means they are free.

    I don't care much for independent film for the sake of its independence or racy themes.  Film is not about plot or situations. 

    But I love Juno.
    And I love Thank you For Smoking.  I don't know if those count as independent or not, but Jason Reitman knows how to make a film.

    I think that's all I've got for now.  Sometimes, I just want to discuss film, and this will be my outlet.  Until that happens again, keep watching.
    -Zack

Wednesday, 05 December 2007

  • To the modern viewer, F.W. Murnau's Nosferatu, a silent adaptation of Bram Stoker's Dracula, needs not be viewed.  It is in black and white, the acting is more like pantomime, there is no spoken dialog, and the camera moves as much as a sea urchin.  The modern viewer that would say this, however, is incorrect.  It is true that by modern standards, there is little to be scene in this film.  It is slow moving and without the compelling performances found in today's best movies.  But it is a piece of cinematic history that does, each and every time it is viewed for the first time, lend itself greatly to the modern film, and particularly the modern horror or monster film.Visually, the film is impressive for its time.  The close ups on text throughout go a long way to establish montage between the characters gaze and what they are looking at.  This technique is commonplace in today's films (with some films, like "The Mission" toying with the convention, as it so very standard).  In 1922 however, the idea of montage was in its early stages, and capturing the gaze of a character, even if only to show the text they are reading, was a big deal.By today's standards, a Vampire movie without red ought to be impossible; what is a vampire without blood. 

    A vampire without blood, or at least red blood, is Nosferatu.  Being filmed in black and white lends an eeriness to the entire film that modern films often cannot capture.  Without special effects and with ingenious techniques, such as the negative image shots and purely diagetic lighting, Nosferatu, while remaining a film about a vampire, is a film about darkness, and by being such, is a film about light.  The original movie poster, perhaps, says it all:



    Without any real mention of a vampire, the poster suggests that the film is a representation of darkness and evil.  To this end, Nosferatu, with the surrealistic vampire and dark corridors is making a statement about the nature of humanity through the lens of Stoker's novel. What, however, is darkness, without light?  All of the "good" meaning, non-vampiric characters, are represented in stark white, with high key, flushed out scenes abounding.  The contrast created allows for the assumption that people are full of both good and evil.  This may seem oxymoronic, if the good are clearly good and the evil are clearly evil.  However, Renfield represents the possibility of any person going either direction.  Falling in between the pure evil of Nosferatu and the good of the Harkers and other characters.  Because Renfield, prior to the events of the film, was in the same position as Johnathan, he represents what Johnathan could be.  With no real suggestion of an innate flaw within Renfield, the only plausible conclusion is that any of the characters, in their extremeties, could become any of the other characters.While the technology may be less than is available today, the still camera allows for framing and lighting effects that accentuate the dark overtones throughout.  Because of the inherent frame present in a still shot, the shadows are allowed to move through the frame, giving a feeling of creeping horror throughout the scenes.Setting up a dichotomy between light and dark in the representation and actions of the characters, as well as with the lighting and still camera, Nosferatu is a tour de force in silent film making.  There is a level of beauty in silent films, in how they capture the art as frames, as a visual art portrayed within the screen.   While today's technology allows for visual spectacle as far as the mind can invent, silent film technology follows a set of rules.  To this end, the art of silent film is like a brilliant gymnastic performance.  The rules must be followed, and, as a result, beauty becomes, to a certain level, objectified.  Were silent films judged like olympic gymnastics, Nosferatu would be tantamount to Alfred Flatow.
    -Zachary R. Belcher    

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