<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258594770755032630</id><updated>2011-11-26T12:42:21.155-08:00</updated><category term='Costuming'/><category term='Blue Angel'/><category term='Kern'/><category term='musicals'/><category term='The Birds'/><category term='Art Deco'/><category term='David Lynch'/><category term='Modernity'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Silent Film Acting'/><category term='Emil Jannings'/><category term='Empire State Building'/><category term='Marlene Dietrich'/><title type='text'>The Discreet Bourgeois</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitchell Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894427497099243470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPmL4o6NlI/AAAAAAAACTI/sXOqX1KcrXk/S220/IMG_4903-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258594770755032630.post-3144845305338400872</id><published>2011-10-17T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:44:50.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Next Best Film List</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is a list of 'best' films that no one seems to argue with. Best film of all times? Easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Citizen Kane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Best musical of all times? Also, easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singin' in the Rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Greatest comedy of all times? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Some Like It Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am not saying that these are indeed the greatest, but they have been commonly received as such. Personally, I never found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Some Like It Hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;all that hilarious. I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singin' in the Rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;a lot, and I am always happy to watch it when it is on. But is it the greatest? Of course, the question is silly in that it is not quatifiable. I have compiled a list of movies that, for right or wrong, are universally acknowledged at the greatest of their genre and I have offered an alternative, just to expand your viewing options and let you join in in the best-film list silliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Next Greatest Film Of All Times - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Citizen Kane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is cited as the greatest film of all times, often by people who might not like it very much, often by people who have never seen it. The wonder of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is that it is a great film that is actually tremendous fun to watch. As an alternative, why not try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Magnificent Ambersons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;the film that Orson Welles made after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kane? The Magnificent Ambersons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;doesn't have the stylistic dazzle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;. It is a subtler film. Its story is told in a linear fashion by an omniscient narrator, as opposed to the fun-house mirror narrative technique of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The more traditional story-telling method gives the story and characters greater appeal than the endlessly fascinating but somewhat remote characters in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kane. The Magnificent Ambersons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;was a victim of RKO studio politics. The final edit was not by Welles and the final two scenes seem to belong to another film. Although more muted than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is still emotionally overwhelming. Agnes Moorehead's performance alone ensures its immortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFQr1lRJtnA/Tpy8e5l8E8I/AAAAAAAACic/hzcDBmpdt-U/s1600/kane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFQr1lRJtnA/Tpy8e5l8E8I/AAAAAAAACic/hzcDBmpdt-U/s320/kane.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVwz_CZN8UI/Tpy8uI_1t4I/AAAAAAAACik/zYHjcn1dY4M/s1600/ambersons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVwz_CZN8UI/Tpy8uI_1t4I/AAAAAAAACik/zYHjcn1dY4M/s1600/ambersons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;2- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Next Greatest Musical Of All Times - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;There doesn't seem any room for argument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singin' in the Rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is the greatest musical of all times. Period. End of discussion. Yet..... Doesn't the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Broadway Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; number go on way too long? Aren't the characters, while endearing, a little cardboard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singin' in the Rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is so solidly recognized as the greatest that it almost seems heresy to propose an alternative. However, I submit for your consideration Vincente Minnelli's 1944 masterpiece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Meet Me In St. Louis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; The film has something that most musicals lack: a great book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It depicts the life of the somewhat quirky Smith in the year leading up to the opening of the 1904 World's Fair. The characters are well-rounded. The film has great period nostalgia and some sentimentality, but enough vinegar to keep the enterprise from becoming too cloying. The songs are a mixture of original and period compositions, and they flow organically from the action. There is a Hallowe'en scene that is genuinely creepy. A totally satifying film experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6lZjac5Pg/Tpy95Hjif6I/AAAAAAAACis/PjZmss97r-c/s1600/singin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 129px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 198px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6lZjac5Pg/Tpy95Hjif6I/AAAAAAAACis/PjZmss97r-c/s1600/singin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahxcMkcREsA/Tpy99m6jNFI/AAAAAAAACi0/AbTrTNSp_K4/s1600/meet+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahxcMkcREsA/Tpy99m6jNFI/AAAAAAAACi0/AbTrTNSp_K4/s200/meet+me.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Next Greatest Historical Romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Even ignoring the racial insensitivities and the romanticising of the Antebellum slave-owning Dixie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gone WIth The WInd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is a dull, elephantine work. As an alternative, try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jezebel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;from 1937, starring Bette Davis and Henry Fonda. Legend has it that Warner Brothers Studio created the film as a consolation prize when Bette Davis did not win the coveted role of Scarlett O'Hara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Davis' character is certainly as self-centered and headstrong as Scarlett, The MGM 'Tradition Of Quality' often can over-inflate a film. Here the grittier Warner Brothers production values make this a more engaging and satisfying film. The story is tightly told, the performances are wonderful, and it is all in glorious black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc_7mvLzS7U/Tpy-ornHxsI/AAAAAAAACi8/nwuTuLDnlVk/s1600/gone.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc_7mvLzS7U/Tpy-ornHxsI/AAAAAAAACi8/nwuTuLDnlVk/s1600/gone.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQJOKq36MqE/Tpy-t85do-I/AAAAAAAACjE/M7n1bLtC1Eg/s1600/jez.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQJOKq36MqE/Tpy-t85do-I/AAAAAAAACjE/M7n1bLtC1Eg/s1600/jez.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;4- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Next Greatest Adventure Romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; - The favorite in this category must be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Casablanca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;a film I believe deserves all the praise and devotion it has garnered over the years. So, why not stay in the same mood with an alternative film? You say you like Humphrey Bogart thwarting Nazi operatives in the company of beautiful women? Why not try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;To Have And Have Not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;based on what Hemingway called his worst book. The locale in Martinique is gritty in the best Waner Brothers fashion. The supporting cast is as wonderful as that of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Casablanca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;with a beautiful performance by Walter Brennan. What makes this stiff competition for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Casablanca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is the sexual fireworks between Bogart and Lauren Bacall in her film debut. Watching these two falling in love is a sophisticated pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNfgYYJMcqQ/TpzJKpnk3NI/AAAAAAAACjc/xGf0NOzLTko/s1600/casa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNfgYYJMcqQ/TpzJKpnk3NI/AAAAAAAACjc/xGf0NOzLTko/s200/casa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibiyFXFRbgE/TpzJNe11b_I/AAAAAAAACjk/uPOovV_NQW4/s1600/have.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibiyFXFRbgE/TpzJNe11b_I/AAAAAAAACjk/uPOovV_NQW4/s1600/have.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;5- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Next Greatest Christmas Movie &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Yes. I know. The greatest Christmas movie is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's A Wonderful Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It is interesting to note that this 1946 film was not very popular when it premiered. Perhaps such a downbeat film coming right after the end of World War II was not what the public wanted. People had been through enough hardship and sacrifice and maybe were weary of this film's message of one's obligation to one's fellow man and the importance of sacrificing your dreams for others' well-being. I have found this film's message very troubling and have often voiced my dislike of it, courting physical danger from proponents of the Bedford Falls saga. Jimmy Stewart is on record as saying this is his favorite film of his career. I don't believe him. Not when he played the leads in Vertigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Shop Around The Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As an alternative, try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Christmas In Connecticut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;from 1945. Much slighter than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's A Wonderful Life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it is also much cozier and sweeter. For a good dash of comedy you have supporting actors of the caliber of Sydney Greenstreet, S. Z. Sakall and Una O'Connor. Plus a love story centered on the very sexy Barbara Stanwyck and Dennis Morgan. I look forward to seeing Macushla every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLaK24wjveI/Tpy_ky0pXEI/AAAAAAAACjU/AKs1JFOkRXM/s1600/xmas+in+ct.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLaK24wjveI/Tpy_ky0pXEI/AAAAAAAACjU/AKs1JFOkRXM/s1600/xmas+in+ct.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpyAq3G-sTI/Tpy_bXsDT2I/AAAAAAAACjM/eC2fhE1LwLk/s1600/its.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpyAq3G-sTI/Tpy_bXsDT2I/AAAAAAAACjM/eC2fhE1LwLk/s1600/its.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;6- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Next Greatest Comedy - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I do not like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Some Like It Hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I find it nasty, sexist and boring. I don't say this too loudly in public for the same reason that I don't express my true feelings about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's A Wonderful Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;However, I do love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; The Palm Beach Story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;by genius producer-writer-director Preston Sturges. This film is an absurdist trip down the rabbit hole worthy of Lewis Carroll. Insane situation piles up on top of insane situation, leading to an exhilarating, insane climax. Along the way, we encounter some of the wisest observations of love ever made. The dialog is so fast and so brilliant that you might not get just how brilliant this film is the first time around, but, lest you fear that it is simply a brainy comedy of manners, rest assured that there is enough slapstick to satisfy your baser comedy needs. Claudette Colbert and Joel McCrea's madcap journey from Manhattan to Palm Springs leads to mind-boggling encounters with a canvas of characters as varied as an oracular Pullman Car conductor, the Princess Centimiglia, the libidinous sister of the Rockerfelleresque Rudy Vallee and of course, the Wienie King, who is the closest I have seen to a Deus-Ex-Machina in American film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOLYQhjei9M/TpzLrTSi1QI/AAAAAAAACjs/O6gUnQDaHwY/s1600/some.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOLYQhjei9M/TpzLrTSi1QI/AAAAAAAACjs/O6gUnQDaHwY/s1600/some.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrjLw6TsOFI/TpzLzD-y_GI/AAAAAAAACj0/iz2l_aqUxLA/s1600/palm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrjLw6TsOFI/TpzLzD-y_GI/AAAAAAAACj0/iz2l_aqUxLA/s1600/palm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc_7mvLzS7U/Tpy-ornHxsI/AAAAAAAACi8/nwuTuLDnlVk/s1600/gone.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258594770755032630-3144845305338400872?l=thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/feeds/3144845305338400872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-next-best-film-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/3144845305338400872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/3144845305338400872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-next-best-film-list.html' title='Your Next Best Film List'/><author><name>Mitchell Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894427497099243470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPmL4o6NlI/AAAAAAAACTI/sXOqX1KcrXk/S220/IMG_4903-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFQr1lRJtnA/Tpy8e5l8E8I/AAAAAAAACic/hzcDBmpdt-U/s72-c/kane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258594770755032630.post-8869027508960044534</id><published>2011-09-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:40:04.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achieving Timelessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The most discussed film of the past year must be Terrence Malick's &lt;i&gt;The Tree Of Life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;There was never any doubt that the film would be devoured by cineastes. Malick is a famously reclusive director who surfaces after long periods of silence with films of great beauty. Film lovers have ecstatic memories of their first viewing of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Days of Heaven &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(1978). With only five feature films in thirty-eight years, expectations for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Tree of Life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;were understandably high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5P6HcbgjMOQ/ToI_DJQQuKI/AAAAAAAACiI/at1cvjqaSFw/s1600/the+tree+of+life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5P6HcbgjMOQ/ToI_DJQQuKI/AAAAAAAACiI/at1cvjqaSFw/s1600/the+tree+of+life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The film is stunning to look at, but quite cagey in its intentions. Just what is it doing? It seems to be&amp;nbsp;concerned with depicting the life of a young family in Waco, Texas in the early 1950s. Their lives are presented in an impressionistic fashion. We don't get their story, rather we get the shape of their story. The film also attempts to put this very specific place and time in the context of the birth and death of the whole universe. A curious interlude with dinosaurs may echo tensions between the main character and his father. Scenes of the birth of planets contrasts with a highly stylized sequence at the end of the film where all the characters appear to be meeting beyond death in the shallow waters of a barren lake bed. Blissful scenes of summer evenings of childhood contrast with angst-ridden scenes in modern-day Houston's barren office buildings. The angst is never clearly articulated although it is effectively presented, just as the beauty of those summer nights is only evoked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tOwTbsn3Zrk/ToJARCQvM6I/AAAAAAAACiM/asIYKcFxWO8/s1600/jessica-chastain-tree-of-life-malick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tOwTbsn3Zrk/ToJARCQvM6I/AAAAAAAACiM/asIYKcFxWO8/s320/jessica-chastain-tree-of-life-malick.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I left the theater dissatisfied. Subsequent attempts to get at the core of the film didn't yield much either. It is discussed in hushed, reverent tones and attempts to pin down its meaning are often dismissed as shallow efforts of a philistine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Tree Of Life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;left my consciousness quickly after seeing it. It wasn't until I recently watched John Ford's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;She Wore A Yellow Ribbon (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1949) again that I began to re-engage with it. I was able to come to a better understanding of it through the lens of that Western. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She Wore A Yellow Ribbon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;is the second in a loosely connected series of films often referred to as John Ford's 'Cavalry Trilogy'. It follows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fort Apache &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(1948) and precedes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rio Grande &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(1950). The films are only connected in that they depict cavalry life on the frontier right after the Civil War. Curiously, the characters played by Ben Johnson and Victor McGlaglen have the same names even though they are not playing the same people from film to film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The film takes place in a very specific time. The voice-over introducing the film informs us that Custer has just been killed, which places us in late 1876. The Indian Wars seem to be winding down, but there are still pockets of resistance from tribes fighting the encroachment of the white man on ancestral lands. The Civil War also casts a long shadow over the events of the film. Sgt. Tyree (Ben Johnson) constantly reminds us that he is a son of the confederacy and states that the letter of honor that Capt. Brittles receives at his retirement would be even more meaningful if it contained Robert E. Lee's signature along with Grant, Sherman and the others. The officer killed at Sudros Wells lies in state under the Stars and Bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNDEkbsBewc/ToJAxaQbHBI/AAAAAAAACiQ/t4XxDLFQ_pc/s1600/mustache_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNDEkbsBewc/ToJAxaQbHBI/AAAAAAAACiQ/t4XxDLFQ_pc/s1600/mustache_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This anchoring of the film into this specific era is done with a plethora of details of the time. The minute detailing of daily life, a hallmark of Ford films, is evident here in the depiction of life at Fort Starke. We go with the soldiers to the genearl store that doubles as a bar. Young officers and their girls go, or at least attempt to go on picnics. Friendships, rivalries and camaraderie among the soldiers is fleshed out by small, almost off-handed detail. Though unessential to the plot, dances, scouting parties and troop exercises give a great feel for life in that place at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This very attention to detail has the dual effect of solidly locating the action in a time and place, but it also expands the everyday aspect of the film into the epic and timeless. Consider how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;She Wore A Yellow Ribbon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;depicts the whole spectrum of love and marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;a -The trajectory of the flirtation between Olivia Dandridge and Lts. Cohill and Pennell points&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; to an inevitable marriage just beyond the end of the film.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Here we see the budding&amp;nbsp;romance&amp;nbsp;ending in almost fairy-tale like coupling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b- The mature relationship between Col. Allshard and his wife Abby, affectionately referred to&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;'Old Ironpants', shows the quiet understanding and &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;wordless communication that only comes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;after years of being together. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;represent the high point of relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c- As Olivia and her beaux show us the beginnings of love and marriage, &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;the poignant visits of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Capt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Brittles to the grave of his wife depict the relationship &lt;/span&gt;that exists even after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This multifaceted depiction of love and marriage lifts the movie into a timeless rumination of just what love and marriage is. It is no longer the story of these individual characters. It is the story of love itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The way that the various stages of military service are shown in the film also lifts it out of a particular time and place. The whole notion of 'career' is laid out before us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;a- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;She Wore A Yellow Ribbon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;begins with a clear statement that Nathan Brittles a&lt;/span&gt;long with Sgt.&amp;nbsp;Quincannon are soon to retire from active service. This is another&amp;nbsp;of the trajectories that create the&amp;nbsp;framework of the film. Brittles and Quincannon &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;are career soldiers on the brink of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;unknown.&amp;nbsp;What will they do once they l&lt;/span&gt;eave the cavalry? They look ridiculous in the suit of civilian&amp;nbsp;clothes they both try on. Brittles talks off-handedly about going west, perhaps to California, but&amp;nbsp;going west means going into the setting sun, and the setting sun metaphorically means one thing only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b- But with then end of the career of these two hardened soldiers, the career of two green cadets&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp; the rise. Cohill is poised to take the reins of command from Brittles. We are anxious about his&amp;nbsp;inexperience and callowness, but as the commander says, everyone must make their first run cross&amp;nbsp;the river under &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;gunfire. He will gain his experience just like Brittles did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c- The counterbalance to these two is Sgt. Tyree. He is a seasoned soldier at the height of his career.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He, too, will be at the fort after Brittles has gone, but he will be gone long before Cohill retires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnBqCzaWzsY/ToJCf05JFWI/AAAAAAAACiU/F8muyEtgcV0/s1600/party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnBqCzaWzsY/ToJCf05JFWI/AAAAAAAACiU/F8muyEtgcV0/s1600/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The sense of epic is taken a step further with the hint of a past history, of things that happened before the story begins. This is so beautifully depicted in the scene at the camp of Chief Pony-That-Walks. Ford creates a sense of tension and fear that the situation could explode into violence. We are afraid because even the usually cool and collected Sgt.Tyree is visibly nervous. However, Brittle strides into the camp. What gives him the confidence? We soon see that he has an almost brotherly relationship with Pony-That-Walks. They are both relics of a time when Indians and white men, while not exactly friends, at least respected each other. They can speak each others' languages. They have smoked the peace pipe together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The tragedy is that it is too late for peace. Our glimpse of Brittles and Pony-That-Walks as leaders of their respective men, is but a shadow of what they now are. Their civilized friendship is swept aside by the zeal of a new generation bent on the annihilation of the other side. Even though it is not shown, we know the history of these two men. By being able to sense what they were, we leave the 'present' time of the film and are aware of history rushing past them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxe6wQU2GJg/ToJDHanxyxI/AAAAAAAACiY/soFd8FSHkao/s1600/pony+that+walks.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xxe6wQU2GJg/ToJDHanxyxI/AAAAAAAACiY/soFd8FSHkao/s1600/pony+that+walks.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I feel that the concreteness of the depiction of time and place in &lt;i&gt;She Wore A Yellow Ribbon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;allows it to accomplish what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Tree of Life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;tries to do, but ultimately fails to do. The obliqueness of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Tree of Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; prevents it from attaining the epic and timeless, something that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;She Wore A Yellow Ribbon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;does with seeming effortlessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258594770755032630-8869027508960044534?l=thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/feeds/8869027508960044534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2011/09/achieving-timelessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/8869027508960044534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/8869027508960044534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2011/09/achieving-timelessness.html' title='Achieving Timelessness'/><author><name>Mitchell Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894427497099243470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPmL4o6NlI/AAAAAAAACTI/sXOqX1KcrXk/S220/IMG_4903-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5P6HcbgjMOQ/ToI_DJQQuKI/AAAAAAAACiI/at1cvjqaSFw/s72-c/the+tree+of+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258594770755032630.post-8746774727052725136</id><published>2011-02-08T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:52:21.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lynch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costuming'/><title type='text'>I'd Give My Head To Know What Really Happened Up There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/TVGtHimkDhI/AAAAAAAACfQ/Nck3wZXm7AE/s1600/picnic2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="147" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/TVGtHimkDhI/AAAAAAAACfQ/Nck3wZXm7AE/s200/picnic2.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is all you can know, all you can be told. When you get where I am, you will know the rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Sunny von Bülow, &lt;em&gt;Reversal of Fortune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:&amp;nbsp;From this time forth I never will speak word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Iago, &lt;em&gt;Othello Act V, scene ii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;em&gt;Picnic At Hanging Rock &lt;/em&gt;presents a mystery that is never solved. On Valentine's Day 1900,&amp;nbsp;three&amp;nbsp;teenage girls from an upper class boarding school,&amp;nbsp;along with&amp;nbsp;one of their teachers, disappear during a day-trip to a local geological wonder. One of the girls&amp;nbsp;reappears&amp;nbsp;several days later with no memory of what happened. The other&amp;nbsp;three are gone forever.&amp;nbsp; Bits of information begin to appear, which we try to piece together&amp;nbsp;in an attempt&amp;nbsp;to explain the events of that fateful day, but they are contradictory and frustrating.&amp;nbsp; The leads to any real resolution eventually run cold. The facts we are left with are&amp;nbsp;flimsy and arbritrary. We can't make anything of them and&amp;nbsp;we soon let go of any hope of solving the mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picnic At Hanging Rock&lt;/em&gt; uses this mystery to draw&amp;nbsp;us into its world.&amp;nbsp; The urgency&amp;nbsp;to find out what happened is so compelling that we don't realize how immersed we&amp;nbsp;have become&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;its universe. Once we&amp;nbsp;come to know&amp;nbsp;that we will never know the answer, we are beyond caring. We have become&amp;nbsp;deeply involved in the lives of everyone depicted.&amp;nbsp; The disappearance is a MacGuffin worthy of &lt;em&gt;The Birds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The opening scenes carefully depict a&amp;nbsp;tightly buttoned world that has much bubbling below the surface.&amp;nbsp; The rigid formality of the girls' school&amp;nbsp;is soon to unravel. The budding sexuality of the students will give way to&amp;nbsp;tragedy and hysteria. The placid young Englishman (Dominic Guard) visiting his dim, aristocratic aunt and uncle, will lose his Victorian impassivity in a burst of passion and yearning.&amp;nbsp; The disapperance is a catalyst for all this. The way the bird attacks afford us a window into the complicated lives of Melanie Daniels and the burgers of Bodega Bay is comparable to the way the disappearances in this film enable us to have an intense identification&amp;nbsp;with those left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfRac_VJwVg/TVSQeghNapI/AAAAAAAACfY/oWic7Ft3Vj0/s1600/Picnic+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="325" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfRac_VJwVg/TVSQeghNapI/AAAAAAAACfY/oWic7Ft3Vj0/s400/Picnic+1.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So often an unsolved mystery can be&amp;nbsp;audience-baiting﻿. One watches such films as &lt;em&gt;Mulholland Drive &lt;/em&gt;or the series &lt;em&gt;Twin Peaks, &lt;/em&gt;tantalized by the direction the clues to the various mysteries are leading. The&amp;nbsp;clues to the mysteries of &lt;em&gt;Twin Peaks &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Mulholland Drive &lt;/em&gt;are as inconclusive as the clues in &lt;em&gt;Picnic At Hanging Rock&lt;/em&gt;, but I believe the audience feels a betrayal in the Lynch productions.&amp;nbsp; As we watch those works, we come to realize that not only are the clues&amp;nbsp;red herrings, but the movies themselves are only about these red herrings. We are frustrated by all the work we are doing to bring&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;into some sort of order.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The reason that &lt;em&gt;Picnic at Hanging Rock &lt;/em&gt;is&amp;nbsp;so powerful&amp;nbsp;is not that the mystery is unsolved,&amp;nbsp;but that the mystery&amp;nbsp;becomes irrelevant.&amp;nbsp;The honest emotion we share with the protagonists is the true gift of this film. By having us identify so closely with the characters' need to know, we penetrate their psyches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The various components work beautifully to mesmerize and overwhelm us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The first element to make an impression is the haunting pan flute score by Zamfir.&amp;nbsp; The music is odd and ancient sounding, reminiscent of the digeridoo.&amp;nbsp; The unresolved, yearning melodies parallel the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;costumes&amp;nbsp;are another critical elements in the character studies. Michael's three piece suit and top hat in the&amp;nbsp;sweltering February heat emphasize how he is trapped in&amp;nbsp;his late Victorian world.&amp;nbsp; As&amp;nbsp;he becomes obsessed with finding the girls, his&amp;nbsp;dress&amp;nbsp;becomes looser and more relaxed.&amp;nbsp; The white dresses of the girls give&amp;nbsp;them the&amp;nbsp;aura of the Botticelli angel that we hear Mlle. de Poitiers talking of.&amp;nbsp; We also know that under the dresses are the constricting girdles, one of which will be the&amp;nbsp;'clue' that ultimately tips&amp;nbsp;the mystery into insolubility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The gradual dishevelment of the&amp;nbsp;helmet-like hairstyle of the terrifying Mrs. Appleyard (played, in a tour de force performance, by Rachel Roberts) does&amp;nbsp;as much as anything to underline the unraveling of this Fury of a schoolmistress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oa-SP6V3Gtk/TVSlDxB148I/AAAAAAAACfk/PPTZDsrh-74/s1600/mrs.+appleyard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oa-SP6V3Gtk/TVSlDxB148I/AAAAAAAACfk/PPTZDsrh-74/s320/mrs.+appleyard.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The film obsessively repeats images, each time having them loaded with more and more emotion.&amp;nbsp; The final glimpse of Miranda at the end brings home to us how the compounding of disparate clues has actually brought us to a&amp;nbsp;profound emotional climax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The mystery has&amp;nbsp;revealed everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSC7K84FQIs/TVSTA1NQ6WI/AAAAAAAACfg/CScVEYT6zwk/s1600/picnic+3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="392" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSC7K84FQIs/TVSTA1NQ6WI/AAAAAAAACfg/CScVEYT6zwk/s640/picnic+3.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258594770755032630-8746774727052725136?l=thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/feeds/8746774727052725136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2011/02/id-give-my-head-to-know-what-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/8746774727052725136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/8746774727052725136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2011/02/id-give-my-head-to-know-what-really.html' title='I&apos;d Give My Head To Know What Really Happened Up There'/><author><name>Mitchell Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894427497099243470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPmL4o6NlI/AAAAAAAACTI/sXOqX1KcrXk/S220/IMG_4903-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/TVGtHimkDhI/AAAAAAAACfQ/Nck3wZXm7AE/s72-c/picnic2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258594770755032630.post-3101583029622457757</id><published>2010-11-28T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:18:50.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kern'/><title type='text'>Show Boat -  the musical that changed everything</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/TPMhj5aSLhI/AAAAAAAACek/SfsbeKgEvIE/s1600/Show_Boat_1936_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/TPMhj5aSLhI/AAAAAAAACek/SfsbeKgEvIE/s320/Show_Boat_1936_07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Importance of &lt;i&gt;Show Boat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When &lt;i&gt;Show Boat &lt;/i&gt;was presented in 1927 by Florenz Ziegfeld, it was unlike anything the great showman had yet produced . His legendary &lt;i&gt;Follies&lt;/i&gt; were really just vaudeville shows on a grand scale, featuring popular headliners of the day in unrelated scenes. Legendary performers such as Fanny Brice, Will Rogers, W.C. Fields and Sophie Tucker did their acts along side huge production numbers featuring scantily clad young women. Ziegfeld was 'Glorifying the American Girl', he claimed. He also presented light musical comedies such as &lt;i&gt;Sally &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Sunny &lt;/i&gt;with music by Jerome Kern. These were shows with wispy plots that were usually just vehicles for the star in question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the early part of the century, musical theater consisted of vaudeville shows, operettas imported from Europe or minstrel shows. In the 1910s a new type of musical that was purely American began to be seen. Jerome Kern, along with lyricist P.G. Wodehouse, created a string of this light, American style comedies about young people on Long Island estates and their love troubles. Once again, wispy plots that featured amusing tunes for the stars to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kern approached Ziegfeld with the idea of adapting Edna Ferber's epic novel &lt;i&gt;Show Boat&lt;/i&gt; with a book and lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II. Amazingly, Ziegfeld agreed to gamble on a musical concerned with miscegenation, segregation, wife abuse and alcoholism. It was not only the subject matter that was revolutionary. The style was revolutionary as well. Songs grew out of the dramatic situation. True, the operetta roots of &lt;i&gt;Show Boat &lt;/i&gt;are evident in songs such as &lt;i&gt;You Are Love. &lt;/i&gt;However, the way that &lt;i&gt;Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man &lt;/i&gt;grows out of the action in the kitchen scene, and how it comments sadly on Julie's situation and foreshadows what lies ahead for Magnolia, reveals a new depth for the musical. The light revue had been given a death-blow. The 'book musical' would assume prominence from that time forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pedigree of the 1936 film of &lt;i&gt;Show Boat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There had been a 1929 film version of &lt;i&gt;Show Boat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; that was largely silent, with some songs tacked on. It is a curiosity at best. The story differs greatly from the story of the musical, and the majority of the film features actors that had nothing to do with the musical's creation on Broadway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;MGM mounted a lavishly produced, Technicolor version of the musical in 1951, starring Kathryn Grayson as Magnolia and Howard Keel as Ravenal. These two leads sing beautifully, but there is not much chemistry between them. Ava Gardner is miscast as Julie. The fact that Lena Horne was available for the role and had sung a spectacular version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;in the Jerome Kern biopic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till The Clouds Roll By, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;gives a tantalizing indication of what might have been. The whole production suffers from what many feel are the great assets of the MGM musicals of the 1950s: lavish production numbers and big-name stars. The whole thing feels bloated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The 1936 production produced by Universal is the great film version of this musical. At the time, Universal was known as the Horror Film studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Boat's director James Whale already had tremendous success with a string of straight-forward horror films such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frankenstein,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bride of Frankenstein &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; as well as the great satire of the genre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Old Dark House. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;These films are all notable for an eerie, Gothic atmosphere which can be traced back to the German Expressionism which exerted such a huge influence on early 'serious' film. The atmospherics are there in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show Boat &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;as well. Here, however, they are employed to highlight emotional scenes. A good example of this is the montage during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Old Man River.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; First, we hear Joe singing the song in a naturalistic setting: on a dock surrounded by other workers. As the song reaches its climax, we get a series of abstract images of toil and punishment which could have come straight out of an UFA production of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The cast is fascinating in that many are associated with the original Broadway production. Charles Winninger reprises his Captain Andy from 1927. Irene Dunne (Magnolia) and Paul Robeson (Joe) were not in the original, but were part of the tour and are forever associated with the roles. Alas, we don't get to see Edna May Oliver's Parthy, which she created on Broadway, but it is not hard to imagine how perfect she would have been in the role. The great treasure of the film is the preservation of Helen Morgan's performance as Julie. Morgan, a sensation of the 1920's, is a little old for the role now, her voice a little creaky, but her fragility in the delivery of the torch song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; is magnificent. She was only to live five more years, dying in 1941 at the age of 41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein wrote two new numbers for the movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Have The Room Above Her &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Still Suits Me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;They are minor songs, but it is exciting to know that the creators of the show were still working on it as the movie was being filmed. Thus, it is both a reflection of the original, as well as a work in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blackface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Magnolia's performing career on the Cotton Blossom itself blossoms, we get to see many of her performances. The scene between the school teacher and her beloved Hamilton is an affectionate depiction of what types of melodramas were being performed in the days of the Cotton Blossom. The histrionic acting and overheated dialogue seem right. The audience's reaction confirms this. The humor of the scene comes not from the film's condescension to the play, but to the woodsmen's reaction - their belief that reality is happening on stage. The play itself is performed almost in documentary fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The same sort of care is given to reflect authenticity in the musical numbers that are performed within the movie. This does not refer to the songs that grow out of the action, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You Are Love, I Have The Room Above Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Old Man River. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Instead, it applies to the scenes that are showing performances, such as Magnolia's New Year's Eve premiere in Chicago. Instead of composing an original song for this scene, Jerome Kern decided to interpolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After the Ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This song was composed in 1891 and was a sensation. It sold millions of copies of sheet music, the first song to have such success. It defined the era musically, and for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Show Boat's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 1927 audience, it would have been an efficient evocation of the era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The cakewalk performed by Ellie and Frank is also danced to an authenic song of the period, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Goodbye, Ma Lady Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The dancing is staged in such a way as to recall the style of the minstrel shows that would have been current at the time the movie is depicting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There is no question that Black musical and theatrical performance styles were the pre-eminent entertainment forces in the era being shown in the early parts of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Show Boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;True, there was a strong tradition of operetta and opera at the time, but the home-grown entertainment was predominantly derived from Black styles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Understanding the way the creators of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Show Boat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;were striving to portray authentic musical numbers of the time, should help us to see Magnolia's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gallivanting Around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;with something subtler than a knee-jerk condemnation of the scene as racist and offensive. Yes, Magnolia is in black-face, yes, she is plucking on a banjo and yes, she is mugging in a bug-eyed fashion throughout. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;this was a convention of the time being shown. The exaggerated cartoonish depiction of the characters in blackface had little to do with real Black people, just as the characters played by drag performers have little to do with real women. The caricatures of blackface are as irrelevant to our contemporary entertainment sensibility as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;commedia dell'arte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;is. The point that needs to be made here is that including a blackface scene in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Show Boat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;is as appropriate as using the N-word in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Both are absolutely appropriate because the intentions behind both are not racist and do not intend to demean. Both intend to portray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The critic John Lahr has summed this up beautifully, saying, "..describing racism doesn't make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Show Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; racist. The production is meticulous in honoring the influence of black culture not just in the making of the nation's wealth but, through music, in the making of its modern spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As further proof,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Queenie and Joe, though secondary characters, are not stereotypes. Joe, in fact, moves through the proceedings in the role of Greek chorus, wisely commenting on what is happening. He gets the most famous song of the show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Old Man River. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This song also has Black roots in that it is as close to a spiritual as a white man has ever written. The song defines the whole show - time floods on, regardless of people. The fact that this profound observation is put in the mouth of a Black man goes a long way to refute any charge of racism to which the mere depiction of a blackface number might give rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258594770755032630-3101583029622457757?l=thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/feeds/3101583029622457757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2010/11/show-boat-musical-that-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/3101583029622457757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/3101583029622457757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2010/11/show-boat-musical-that-changed.html' title='Show Boat -  the musical that changed everything'/><author><name>Mitchell Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894427497099243470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPmL4o6NlI/AAAAAAAACTI/sXOqX1KcrXk/S220/IMG_4903-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/TPMhj5aSLhI/AAAAAAAACek/SfsbeKgEvIE/s72-c/Show_Boat_1936_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258594770755032630.post-4510321743446870067</id><published>2010-10-12T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T06:21:36.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empire State Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Deco'/><title type='text'>Who Kills the Beast? Beauty? Maybe Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" id="il_fi" src="http://www.logoi.com/pastimages/img/king_kong_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;From the moment the credits start, &lt;i&gt;King Kong &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;impresses as being ultra-modern. This seems an odd thing to say about a film that is 77 years old. I do not mean modern for our times, but modern for 1933. The credits are drawn in bold Art Deco lettering, which reflects the design rage of the day. So many of the films of the early 30s were heavily influenced by Art Deco design, so having the credits so drawn makes it seem as if the film is saying 'I am urgently of today'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The contemporary cues pile up in the first part of the movie. Anne Darrow's out-of-work situation clearly reflects the Depression that was only then being felt by the population at large. The repeated shots of a glittering New York, the most modern city in the world, are a good offset to that most modern of constructions: The Empire State Building. This building will, of course, figure in the climax of the film in the legendary fight between Kong and the biplanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Once this modernity is sufficiently set up, the true conflict of the movie comes to the fore. The romantic journey to Skull Island results in the arrival in the picture of the great, primeval Kong. He is as much a wonder in his world as the Empire State is in New York City. Where the Empire State is a cold, steel and glass phallic presence, Kong is raw sexual energy. The inevitable meeting of the two hastens the climax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Anne Darrow is the link between these two forces: aspiring star of Manhattan and love object of Kong. This is especially apparent in the scene when Kong pulls her out of her room in the building as he makes his ascent to meet his doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Kong in New York is a dangerous, disruptive force not just because he is big, but because there is nothing of the modern about him. He is ancient. He is sexual force incarnate. There is no place for him in Manhattan. As they say in the old Western, the town ain't big enough for the two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Something has to give, and, alas, it is the mighty Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The famous final line seems to be wrong. Beauty doesn't kill the beast. Modernity does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258594770755032630-4510321743446870067?l=thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/feeds/4510321743446870067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-kills-beast-beauty-maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/4510321743446870067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258594770755032630/posts/default/4510321743446870067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediscreetbourgeois.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-kills-beast-beauty-maybe-not.html' title='Who Kills the Beast? Beauty? Maybe Not.'/><author><name>Mitchell Brown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894427497099243470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPmL4o6NlI/AAAAAAAACTI/sXOqX1KcrXk/S220/IMG_4903-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258594770755032630.post-8864085834792588970</id><published>2010-08-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:46:44.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil Jannings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marlene Dietrich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silent Film Acting'/><title type='text'>Ways of Considering The Blue Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Der blaue Engel (The Blue Angel) 1930&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;directed by Joseph von Sternberg starring Emil Jannings and Marlene Dietrich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPhjMKJk_I/AAAAAAAACS8/taP8NHXiF7c/s1600/blue+angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIACDNh1YCM/THPhjMKJk_I/AAAAAAAACS8/taP8NHXiF7c/s320/blue+angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuss auf Liebe eingestellt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Denn das ist meine Welt. und sonst gar nichts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Das ist, was soll ich machen, meine Natur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ich kann halt lieben nur und sonst gar nichts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Männer umschwirren mich, wie Motten um das Licht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Und wenn sie verbrennen, ja dafür kann ich nicht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuss auf Liebe eingestellt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ich kann halt lieben nur und sonst gar nichts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I am completely tuned into loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that is my world and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That is....what can I say?.... my nature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can merely love and do nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Men flutter around me like moths around a light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And if they get burned, well, I can't do anything about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am completely tuned into loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can simply love and do nothing else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- trans. M. Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blue Angel&lt;/em&gt; is often regarded as a fable of the upstanding member of society brought low by the siren. This is certainly a valid reading, if also a cliched one. The lyrics to Lola-Lola's famous song (see above) belie a nonchanlance regarding the effects of her carnality which borders on amorality, and Professor Rath is burned by her flame. If the film were only this, it would be no more than a moralistic sermon, albeit an entertaining one. &lt;em&gt;The Blue Angel&lt;/em&gt; is more than this, however, for reasons of intention by its creators, and reason of coincidence of history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let us look at the reasons of intention. The main character of the story is Professor Immanuel Rath, played by the great silent film star, Emil Jannings. His last name, Rath, means 'counsel' or 'advice' in German. It is a fitting name for a man of erudition . (The title of the Heinrich Mann novel on which the movie is based, is &lt;em&gt;Professor Unrath&lt;/em&gt;, is a pun on this name. Unrat means 'filth' or 'garbage', the name that students taunt him with.) It is Professor Rath's decline and fall that is the thrust of the story. He is the embodiment of Prussian rigor and bourgeois self-satisfaction. He marches through his world as the flaming sword of virtue and social correctness. His downfall is painful to watch. His destruction is total. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were this merely a&amp;nbsp;moral tale, Rath's fall would be tragic, and the cause of that downfall would be depicted as totally evil. Surprisingly, the catalyst for that fall, Lola-Lola, played by Marlene Dietrich in a legend-making performance, is a beautifully nuanced character. Instead of depicting her as a mindless, oversexed hussy, the creators of the film take great care to show Lola-Lola's awareness of her effect on men. This is especially apparent in the scenes in her dressing room with the students. One senses that she is keeping her sensuality at bay. She knows her power, but doesn't use it. Of course, it is still enough to drive the boys mad. If the film followed the conventions of a moral tale, we would expect that she would unleash the full power of her attraction when Professor Rath appears on the scene to upbraid her for corrupting the morals of his students. Instead, she is mildly amused at him and continues getting ready for the act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise in this relationship happens when the Professor defends her honor before the drunken sailor. In a beautifully modulated performance by Dietrich we see how Lola-Lola is touched by his gallantry. The way she plays this scene paves the way for what otherwise would have been unbelievable: the marriage of Professor and Cabaret Singer. The intention of the film's creators to portray Lola-Lola as less than evil and the Professor as less than sympathetic undermines any interpretation of the film as a simplistic moral lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coincidences of history lead to more symbolic readings to the film. Two particular historical readings are interesting to consider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- When the film was released in 1930, Germany was on the verge of great upheaval. The staggering inflation of the post World War I era had crippled the country. The Weimar Repulic, which had been the government of the country, was in free-fall. Weimar-era Germany is often portrayed as a decadent society that collapsed as the Third Reich was on the rise. Professor Rath can be seen as the decaying social order that was dealt a death blow in World War I and had a long slow slide into death. In this construct, Lola-Lola can be seen as the seductive side of National Socialism which hastened the end of Weimar. Of course, the creators of the film could have no idea what was to happen in Germany in just a few years from the release of the film, but I don't believe that precludes this historical reading of the film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;em&gt;The Blue Angel&lt;/em&gt; is Emil Janning's first sound film. He was among the most lauded screen actors of the silent era and was hoping that this film would be an auspicious launch to the next phase of his career. Marlene Dietrich was one of the 'immortals' of the sound era. Her silent film appearances were negligible and largely forgotten. With the release of &lt;em&gt;The Blue Angel&lt;/em&gt; she became the very definition of screen goddess. It is fascinating to watch the two characters in light of this tension. Rath, as portrayed by Janning's silent era acting style in comparison to the sound era style of Lola-Lola, as played by Dietrich. Janning's is an outsized, histrionic performance, relying on exaggerated facial expression and large physical gestures. Dietrich performance in comparison, is all about the voice and the small gesture.The acting is subtle and modulated. Of course, the grandly theatrical style of silent film quickly perished and was completely replaced by the style represented by Dietrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sideline on Silent vs. Sound film acting:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was inevitable that the silent film acting style would have died out. When sound was added, a huge artificiality of film was removed and it became more a recording of reality. The gestures and movements of the operatic silent movie style of acting had to go. Even though they were once the standard, they now were incongruous. Looking at a world as shown in a silent film is odd since one of your five senses is excluded and the sense of sight has to compensate for what is missing. Once sound comes in, the balance of the senses is back and the compensation is no longer necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is safe to say that the actors who survived the shift to sound are not necessarily the actors who has good voices, but the ones who knew how to scale things back, or were already naturalistic in the silent era. I'm thinking of Greta Garbo in particular. Valentino didn't have a chance. Of course, dying before sound came in precluded a success in talkies, but still he would have been a disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting case is Chaplin. He was a particular screen presence. The Little Tramp was so ingrained in the consciousness of the world, that when he made talking films with that character, they were essentially silent films with a soundtrack. I am thinking of &lt;em&gt;Modern Times&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;City Lights&lt;/em&gt;. 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