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Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Celluloid Heroes Never Really Die

My favorite podcast, Filmspotting, recently offered up a Top 5 list of favorite “nostalgia” movies—movies that they, personally, felt nostalgic about. I’ve given it some thought, and come up with a list of my own. It’s tough to narrow it down to just five.

I figure it’s best to start with the runners-up. The most recent film on the list, The Breakfast Club was the first R-Rated movie I ever saw in the theater, and while I can’t say I know how well it speaks to high-schoolers today, I know that when I was in the theater watching that movie, I know that when I was watching it that first time (and every time thereafter) I was struck with one feeling: This gets us.

Then there’s the Jason & the Argonauts/Clash of the Titans twofer – movies I remember more for scenes than for the entire throughline. Jason seemed to be on every Thanksgiving or Christmas at my Aunt & Uncle’s house, and somehow there’d be a TV with it on that I could watch while other people were crowded around a football game. There is nothing more spectacular than that skeleton fight. As for Clash, it’s not so much for the movie itself (though the bow-wielding Medusa was terrifying), but instead the fact that my pal Jeff and I stayed up all night in a tent in his backyard so we could go back into his house at 3 a.m. to watch it on HBO.

Another cable classic was The Man With Bogart’s Face, a movie about a private eye (Bogie-lookalike Robert Sacchi) who loved old movies so much that he got plastic surgery to look like Humphey Bogart… and who, of course, gets involved with a Maltese Falcon-like mystery. I’d never even seen any Bogart movies at that point (I was probably 12 when it was in heavy rotation on Prism, the Philly-area pay-movie/sports station we subscribed to), but this light mystery drew me into the mystique completely. I found it on VHS a few years ago, and enjoyed watching it even as an adult. (The cable-overkill comedy Scavenger Hunt might be on this list, except I rented that a decade or so back, and good grief, it was bad.)

And one more cable classic: Airplane. Absurd humor for every angle. There’s a new gag with every line, and I ate it up, watching this movie again and again when I was a kid. I just picked it up on DVD, and really can’t wait until I’m in a silly enough mood to pop it in and relax.

Now onto the top 5:

History of the World, Part 1: I actually think Airplane is a better movie than this (though no doubt about it, History is screamingly funny). But I might have watched this every day for a year on my friend John’s VCR. And as I look for a job as a stand-up philospher, Bea Arthur’s words at the unemployment office ring truer than ever: “Oh, a Bullshit Artist! Did you bullshit today? Did you try to bullshit today?” Each and every day, Bea.

The Poseidon Adventure. High Drama on the High Seas – I probably know this movie better from the Mad Magazine parody (“The Poopsidedown Adventure”) than the movie itself, but boy did I watch it on its yearly TV rotation. There are certain movies that, when they came on TV, it was an event. The Poseidon Adventure was one, at least at our house.

The Wizard of Oz. This might be higher on the list, except it feels less personal, and more universal to me. It’s a great movie (and another TV event), but I realize there are scenes that are larger in my imagination than they were on screen. For instance, I can picture the Cowardly Lion jumping through a window in the palace in Emerald City: a slow-mo, head-on shot with green glass shards flying everywhere. No such shot exists; he just ducks off to the side. But in my head: Whoa. We’re talking Michael Bay effects, but with characters that I’ve known so long that they’re nestled in my heart.

Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid. This Steve Martin movie was the counterpoint to The Man with Bogart’s Face –at the very least, it’s part of what gave me my appreciation for old crime movies. It’s kind of crazy how a send-up of those movies was so accessible to a kid who’d never really seen them before, but the private eye tropes were all around our culture (including The Electric Company: Remember “Fargo North: Decoder”?) and the editing trickery (intercutting Martin with films of yesteryear) and the silly spy story really got to me. Plus: Cleaning Woman!?!?!?

And finally:

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I’m not as candy-centric as my wife, but I know a wonderland when I see one. But the thing this movie gets so right (and so much so-called “children’s entertainment” gets wrong) is that it accentuates the sweet with a large dollop of bitter. Slugworth is terrifying, Wonka is worn down, cruel and defeated, and all the kids (save Charlie) are horrible brats. This gets to be my number one nostalgia movie in large part because it doesn’t seem nostalgic for childhood at all. It’s nostalgic for goodness, wherever it can find it, and knows it's scarce. But the film also shows that goodness sometimes can inspire goodness in others, even when they don’t expect it. It’s almost a Scrooge story, and it’s a surefooted delight.

So that’s my list. What are your nostalgia movies?

Rob
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Friday, May 01, 2009

Golden Ticket

The Onion AV Club has a great question up: Who do you give a lifetime pass to?
In other words, which entertainers have thrilled you so much that you'll pretty much try anything they do, turning a blind eye to anything less-than-stellar that they come up with?

To start off, I'd agree with Zack Handlen at the AV Club: The Coen Brothers get a pass. Between Miller's Crossing, Raising Arizona, Fargo and The Big Lebowski, any Coen Brothers movie, starring anyone, gets a look from me. And another. And another. They're hilarious and ambitious, and I love everthing they do. I'm even curious to go back and see The Ladykillers.

Alan Moore. Say what you want about the guy -- the man has created such spellbinding comics that he could spend the rest of his career writing sheet music for the pennywhistle, and I'd probably learn to play just to appreciate it.

Joe Jackson. What can I say? This is the music I was listening to when I was finding out who I was. He can make his odd (and strangely successful) side-trips into modern classical or theme-driven song cycles anytime he wants. I'll listen.

Steve Martin. For L.A. Story, for Picasso at the Lapin Agile, for "Steve Martin's Penis Beauty Creme". I'm not gonna go out and watch Cheaper by The Dozen, but they don't diminish his stature one iota in my eyes. A guy's gotta earn.

So: Who gets a lifetime pass from you?

Rob

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Mediaverse

Figure I'll do a quick and dirty mediaverse post at the beginning of the month, just to show y'all what's been entering these eyes and ears recently.

Sandbaggers on DVD. I'm on the last disc of this excellent BBC spy series. And did you realize that Roy Marsden (who plays Director of Ops Neil Burnside) made an appearance in the most recent season of Doctor Who? He's the smug hospital trainer in the first episode with Martha Jones.

Weeds on DVD. Just starting this series, on the recommendation of a number of friends. Good shit.

The West Wing on DVD. For some reason I practically freebased this series over my week's vacation, watching about a dozen episodes from seasons 1 and 2 while I was home. I didn't start watching until late in season 3 (maybe four) so these are mostly new to me.

On real TV, I've recently turned onto the Late Show with Craig Ferguson. He's a really personable, goofy host, and I'm happy he's back on the air (with writers! hoo!). Looking forward to Lost starting up again, too.

Movies. Not much there. Saw The TV Set, and didn't dig it.

Books. I finished Carter Beats the Devil by Glen David Gold last month -- it's a fun, sometimes moving piece of historical fiction along the lines of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. Magic tricks, old vaudeville, and President Warren G. Harding being dismembered on stage hours before his death? I really liked this.

Now I'm dipping into Born Standing Up, Steve Martin's retrospective of his standup comedy career. I find I'm rarely interested in behind the scenes celebrity stuff going on now -- but put some years on it, and I love tales of old showbiz. Martin's one of my favorite writers and performers, so getting me this for Christmas was remarkably intuitive for my secret Santa coworker.

I'm also listening to William Gibson's Spook Country on Audiobook -- and since I do that when I work on the guest room, and the first coat of stain on the windows is dry, I should take that as my cue to go apply the second. So here's a brief list of music currently in my earbuds:

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings: 100 Days, 100 Nights
Richard Thompson: 1000 Years of Popular Music
Frank Zappa: Weasels Ripped My Flesh
Anders Osborne: Ash Wednesday Blues
Tom Waits: Small Change

Gotta Stain!

Rob


Monday, November 14, 2005

It Finally Clicks

So I've been hearing great things about Shopgirl, the new movie starring Steve Martin and Claire Daines. It's based on Martin's novel, which I read and enjoyed, about an older man who falls for a younger woman. It's more complicated than that -- or rather, it's just as complicated as that, which makes it more complicated than the simplistic treatment most books and movies give that subject.

I haven't seen the movie. But I've heard some really nice reviews about Steve Martin's subtle, nuanced performance of the well-off suitor. And for a few weeks now, I've been trying to reconcile this in my head with the character I remember for them book -- a neurotic, agoraphobic guy who had tics that make Jack Nicholson's character in As Good As It Gets seem like the man in the gray flannel suit.

And then it hit me -- I'm thinking of the main character of The Pleasure of My Company, the novel Martin wrote after Shopgirl. I listened to both on audio, Martin read them both, and they blended in my head. Both of them are good reading, but the two leads couldn't be more different.

What a weird movie I was expecting.

Rob

Friday, October 08, 2004

Wild, Crazy

Steve Martin is one of my favorite writers. He’s had some clunkers, but ever since LA Story, he’s had this sad whimsy about him that really draws me to his work. And happy news, his fantastic play Picasso at the Lapin Agile is in pre-production to be a movie. I've seen this play three times, and loved it every time.

Kathy & I stopped at the Lapin Agile when we were in Paris. Sadly, we never got there when it was open – hopefully we’ll have a chance to go back someday.

Rob