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DVD Geek: The Magnificent Ambersons

Monday, April 16th, 2012

Exactly 15 years after DVDs were introduced to the home video market place, Warner Home Video has finally released the last significantly important, classic motion picture in the format, The Magnificent Ambersons, and like the opinions of the townspeople on the fates of the characters at the end of the film, no one cares. DVDs are horse drawn carriages, being sent to the glue factory in favor of Internet downloads, which takes the possession of a film out of the hands of the collector and places it back in the hands of the film company. We have come full circle. Blockbuster stores are closing, stores that do still sell home video software give more and more shelf space to Blu-rays every day, and only extreme enthusiasts like ourselves, the sort who used to pore over newsprint magazines such as Movie Collector’s World in the past, are supporting the market for ‘made to order’ DVDs (as opposed to mass produced DVDs) of obscure, forgotten film titles. But I digress. Orson Welles’ outstanding 1942 RKO Pictures adaptation of the Booth Tarkington novel suffered a similar fate, the same fate as its characters. As a production, it began with great promise, and as a movie, it begins with great promise. But gradually, as a production, it over-extended itself and its backers lost interest in seeing it through, so that, as a movie, it falls to pieces and punishes anyone who has made an emotional investment in it. Running just 88 minutes, it is brilliantly staged, brilliantly acted and brilliantly conceived, but it flames out, rushing through a truncated version of the characters coming to terms with their failures to wrap things up before the final fadeout. If you are familiar with the film and familiar with these failures, then you can readily look past them to see what a magnificent work of art it is, an aching, unrequited cry for the protective mother’s embrace of nostalgia against the unstoppable seepage of progress.

Unless you count the English, French and Spanish subtitles (“George Amberson Minafer avait eu ce qu’il méritait.”), the disc has no special features whatsoever. There is not even a chapter guide. The full screen black-and-white picture looks okay, with no distracting flaws, but there is undoubtedly room for improvement. The monophonic sound has a natural but sometimes cumbersome background noise that can become more pronounced if you try to push the volume on Bernard Herrmann’s musical score.

In 2001, Alfonso Arau made a cable film of Welles’ complete script for The Magnificent Ambersons, which is available from A&E. Unfortunately, it is an idea that would have been best left on the drawing boards. Short or lengthened, the story is a downer. As a novel, it is rescued by the beauty of Tarkington’s prose, and as a film, it succeeded through the dazzling expression of talents overseen by Welles, but Arau has a cable movie budget and no interest in the absolutely intrinsic link between the characters and the nostalgic elements of their environment (at one point, he has the characters performing a tango, which would be appropriate in a Latin-American fantasy novel, but is a jarring anachronism to what Tarkington and Welles were striving for, by at least a decade). Indeed, Arau did not even bother to include my favorite ‘missing scene’ (Welles’ script was part of the excellent Criterion Collection Laser Disc release of the original film), where a car is ‘put to bed’ for the night in a stable. Another scene, in which a young woman describes her feelings for the hero through a made up story about Native Americans, is actually shorter in the cable version than it is in the original film. Running 140 minutes, it is difficult to pinpoint where, actually, the cable film has been expanded. It just seems to take longer to get through the regular scenes, perhaps because, unlike Welles’ staging, the characters here stop moving when they talk. Nevertheless, the film does at least suggest what is missing from the Welles version. Unlike the uncomfortable, bullet-point rush through the last act in the Welles movie, the downward spiral of the various characters are more drawn out and less disorienting. As one character explains, talking about life but reflecting the pathway of the original film, “The things that we have and we think are so solid, they’re like smoke, and time is like the sky the smoke disappears into.” It is entirely possible that if Welles’ cast, his production designers, his cinematographer and so on were tackling the material it would have been more palatable and the film would have sustained its amazing synthesis of aesthetic glory and narrative purgatory, but such resources were the smoke that Arau could never retrieve.

Set at the turn of the previous century, the story, though broken up and focusing on several characters, is centered around a spoiled rich boy, played with an under appreciated sweetness by Tim Holt in the original film and by a more aggressive but still effective Jonathan Rhys-Meyers in the cable feature. Jennifer Tilly seems completely lost attempting to fill Agnes Moorehead’s shoes as his alcoholic maiden aunt. Madeleine Stowe plays his mother in the remake, somewhat unpersuasively, while Dolores Costello had the part in the original. Bruce Greenwood, although he doesn’t age much, captures aspects of his character, a former beau of Stowe’s character, that Joseph Cotten fails to convey in the original. Anne Baxter played the daughter of Cotten’s character and Gretchen Mol covers the part in the remake reasonably well, although she is not given the same opportunities to shine that Baxter had.

The picture is presented in full screen format only. The colors are a little yellowed at times, but are usually presentable. The stereo sound is generally centered, and there is no captioning. Along with text profiles of Welles and the cast (but not Arau), there is a passable 22-minute promotional documentary (although Rhys-Meyers, in one interview, sounds almost resentful that he has been cast in it).

DVD Geek: My Week With Marilyn

Wednesday, April 4th, 2012

First, you have to see The Prince and the Showgirl, a Warner Home Video release. It is a film that will continually make you smile.  Its story is cute and its cast is legendary. Marilyn Monroe stars as an American actress with a troupe in London in 1911 when an Eastern European regent, played with an accent by Laurence Olivier, invites her to the embassy for a one night stand while visiting for a coronation.  She ends up staying longer, solving a domestic problem between the regent and his son that could have upset the balance of power in Europe, and falling, for a while, in love. Based upon a stageplay with three fairly recognizable acts, the 1957 feature, which Olivier also directed, is something of a trifle, but a joyful one.  Monroe is exquisite, and the 117-minute film revels in her liveliness and charm.

The picture is in full screen format only.  The image is clean, fleshtones are accurate, and the embassy’s décor is gorgeous, although the colors probably aren’t as vivid as they could be.  The monophonic sound has weaknesses at the upper end on some of the music, but is generally workable.  There is an alternate French language track, optional English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese, Korean and Thai subtitles, text profiles of Monroe and Olivier, a trailer, and a minute-long newsreel blurb about the start of production.

Then you watch My Week with Marilyn, from Anchor Bay Entertainment; on the jacket, it looks like the movie is just called, ‘Marilyn,’ because that word is white while the ‘My Week with’ is in a nearly invisible dark blue against a black background), which is about shooting the film in London.  Eddie Redmayne stars as an assistant director who eventually becomes the one member of the crew that can get Monroe, for a few days at least, to the set at a reasonable hour.  The 2011 film is not about dishing dirt on the production.  It is, rather, and in some ways very much like The Prince and the Showgirl, about the ephemeral nature of love.  It is important, however, to have the latter film fresh in one’s mind, so that when the characters talk about how magical Monroe’s performance is, you will know in your heart that they are telling the truth, and the obscure references to minor plot points and characters in the film, easily forgotten if too much time passes, bring greater resonance to the story and the awareness the characters have of what they are creating.

With Prince and the Showgirl fresh in your mind, the first shot of Michelle Williams playing Monroe, is jarring.  She seems nothing like her and woefully lacking in what is needed for the part.  But then an amazing thing happens.  As the film progresses, she has the opportunity to explore her character’s frailties and to toy with her manipulative skills, becoming completely and utterly the Monroe that you saw in The Prince and the Showgirl.  It is a remarkable accomplishment, and it enables the film to then explore the metaphorical dynamics that have fascinated everyone who has studied Monroe and her representation of some sort of ultimate achievement in feminization.  Kenneth Branagh, who has seemed to shadow Olivier his entire career, brings the sort of inside touches portraying him that add to the film’s playful pleasure, but it is Judi Dench, as Sybill Thorndike, who is truly and delightfully riveting every moment she is on the screen.  Running 99 minutes, the film sustains its entertainment by gradually building the brief relationship Redmayne’s character has with the star.  The film is already good enough that you care about what will happen, but if you familiarize yourself with the real Prince and the Showgirl beforehand, then the movie isn’t just a better film, it is one with more feeling and more power, enabling Monroe, channeled through Williams, to cast her spell once again.

Anchor Bay has also released Blu-ray + DVD.   The picture is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 2.35:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  The colors are smooth and precise, particularly on the Blu-ray.  The musical score is especially tantalizing on the DTS sound of the BD, with the 5.1-channel Dolby Digital sound on the DVD being subliminally blander.  On both, there are English and Spanish subtitles, and both have the same special features.  There is a 19-minute production featurette that sells the film reasonably well, and the director, Colin Curtis, supplies a decent commentary track for the feature, talking about the performers and the personalities they were representing, revealing that the team actually found some of the real furniture that was used in Prince and the Showgirl sitting in storage in a London film studio and re-used it, praising Williams for her approach to her performance and for her singing voice, explaining the movie’s complicated logistics (Dench shot her scenes a month before the official start of production; Emma Watson shot all of her material in a very compact time frame), and revealing some of his shooting strategy.  “You notice we have a lot of close-ups in this film, but I just couldn’t resist it, really, when we’ve got these actors doing these great performances.  I love pushing in and pushing in.”

DVD Geek: World on a Wire

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

Back in 1973, when science fiction movies were awful, Rainer Werner Fassbinder made his only foray into the genre, a two-part 212-minute television miniseries, World on a Wire, which was broadcast twice in Germany and then largely forgotten until it was restored as part of a general interest in Fassbinder’s legacy, and has been released on Blu-ray by The Criterion Collection.  Not only does the program turn out to be an outstanding accomplishment for its day and a still very rare example of a successful adaptation of a science-fiction novel to film, but its relevance has not diminished in the slightest over the ensuing decades.  Way, way before The Matrix, before Blade Runner and before umpteen Japanese anime tales, Fassbinder not only understood the epistemological paradoxes of cyberworlds, he understood how to communicate those paradoxes to viewers in an entertaining and engrossing manner.  The film has almost no special effects, and conveys its fantasies through conversations, ideas and dramatic conflict, which are staged with Fassbinder’s prodigious sense of cinematic design.  Filled with mirrors and with the camera often rotating in circles upon circles, the film is not only aesthetically captivating, it has a fully accessible narrative and a surprisingly satisfying conclusion.

Based upon a novel by Daniel F. Galouye, which also served as the source for the under-appreciated 1999 feature, The Thirteenth Floor, Klaus Löwitsch stars as a scientist involved in a partially government-funded project to create a fully functioning virtual world, so that various economic and social trends can be accelerated for the sake of prediction (with private manufacturers bribing project officials to obtain marketing tips).  Glitches begin to occur, however, and soon the hero, who looks very much like David Janssen in The Fugitive, is on the run for the supposed murder of his supervisor.  At the same time, he discovers that characters within the virtual world may have become independently cognizant of their situation, and that on another meta-level, he himself may be simply a virtual character in a greater cyberscape. 

Fassbinder balances the ambiguities and the complexities of the premise with camera movements and character blocking that are themselves metaphorical.  When a character walks behind a partition, he ‘disappears’ and when he ‘reappears’ as the camera circles around and catches him strolling in a different part of the room, is it really the same person, has he been replaced, or has the whole setting been readjusted while he was absent from view?  Which side of the mirror is the reflection and which is the original?  The film constantly taunts a viewer’s presumptions about the realities of what is being observed, and goes around and around with its teases.  The women in the film are all dressed in an ever so slightly exaggerated manner, as if their outfits had not been chosen by the feminine tastes of the characters themselves but were instead the attempt of unseen geeky code writers to replicate what they thought the women should be wearing.  Many of the characters, especially the secondary characters, act stiffly, as they do in other Fassbinder films, but here their inertia can immediately be interpreted as insufficient programming.  Even the appearance of many wonderful German actors in cameo parts—readily calling forth allusions to Alphaville, Eddie Constantine also shows up briefly—and the film’s use of so many of Fassbinder’s ensemble favorites, creates distinctive parallels between the film’s virtual worlds and the film itself as a virtual world.  Meanwhile, in America, the best science fiction, if you can even call it such, that anybody could come up with at the time was Zardoz.  In comparison, World on a Wire is a genuine film of the future, in the very best sense, and between the intricacies of its story and the infinite discoveries within Fassbinder’s style, now that the film has been resurrected, it will captivate viewers for decades to come.

The full screen picture looks as good as can be expected, with some sequences appearing smooth and slick, while others, although bright and sharp, still seeming a little aged or vaguely compromised.  Considering the source, it is clear that the presentation is as good as it is going to get.  The monophonic sound has noise in some sequences—as if the more times the action within the film has been replicated, the more it has begun to degrade—but is mixed with a strong sense of purpose and is worth amplifying.  The show is in German with English subtitles and comes with a trailer and two excellent retrospective pieces that analyze the film and explain how it all came together, running a total of 85 minutes.

DVD Geek: Design for Living

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012

Ernst Lubitsch’s delightful 1933 tale of a woman who is shared by two men but marries a third, Design for Living, has been released on Blu-ray by The Criterion Collection.  Sexy as all get out as she stretches across a bed in the film’s La Boheme-style Parisian garret where the two men live, Miriam Hopkins stars with Gary Cooper, Frederic March and Edward Everett Horton.  Ostensibly, the film is staged in an artificial manner, with performances to match, and has an erratic narrative jumping not only from character to character, but from country to country; yet it consistently and joyfully seems about as perfect as a movie can be.  Made before the Production Code cleaned up his innuendos and flagrant sexual metaphors, Lubitsch constantly teases the viewer with his balancing act of sharing and hiding what the characters are thinking and doing.  Almost as an afterthought, each man’s fortunes rise because of his association with Hopkins’ character, and yet, for each, it is a downward trajectory of spirit when she turns her attentions elsewhere.  Running 91 minutes, the film achieves density through the masterful precision of Lubitsch’s style, so that while it seems like a lighthearted romantic comedy, there are so many resonances to each image and sound—all of which are greatly solidified with the Blu-ray’s delivery—that its intrigues and pleasures endure timelessly.

The full screen black-and-white picture has an age-related softness but is otherwise in excellent condition.  The monophonic sound also has age-related limitations of range, but is fully functional.  There are optional English subtitles.  As a treat, Lubitsch’s 3-minute segment from the 1932 If I Had a Million, featuring Charles Laughton, is offered in the supplements.

Criterion has also included a valuable 1964 black-and-white broadcast of a soundstage performances of the original Noël Coward play, running 74 minutes and starring John Wood, Daniel Massey and Jill Bennett, with an introduction by Coward in the flesh.  The play sort of works like a sequel to the film, since the three characters already have a strong relationship with one another at the opening, although they then proceed, as in the film, to pair off and break up, in Paris and London, before coming back together in New York to thumb their noses at convention.  On the strength of its visual approach alone, the Lubitsch film is a great deal more appealing, and its dialog is also wittier, but there is an inherent attractiveness to the basic free-spirited nature of the characters, which are all well played in the telefilm, and the program is interesting as a point of reference to the inspired improvements Lubitsch and his team brought to the property.  In an elaboration of that point, there is also a good 22-minute comparison of the play to the film, a history of the script’s development, and an analysis of its themes by Joseph McBride, which dovetails quite effectively with a more elaborate 36-minute analysis of the film’s artistry and its similarities to Lubitsch’s Trouble in Paradise by film historian William Paul.  ‘Irony’ is always a difficult concept to communicate and Paul does a very good job of explaining why the many ironies in Lubitsch’s works are so effective and so enriching.

DVD Geek: Godzilla

Tuesday, February 7th, 2012

The jacket designs of the Criterion Collection can often be frustratingly obscure and unhelpful, but when you open the jacket on the Criterion Blu-ray release of Godzilla, the monster’s head rears out in classic pop-up style.  Not only do you stand there forever, opening and closing and opening again the jacket, but once you do start moving, it is to take the jacket around and show your friends.  The entire Blu-ray conveys that same sort of delight.  The single platter holds both the original 1954 Japanese feature, and the 1956 revised-with-Raymond-Burr-inserts version, known as Godzilla The King of the Monsters, that conquered America (the latter version is hidden in the supplements), along with some terrific special features.

When Haiti or Malaysia or other locales have suffered the devastation of earthquakes and tsunamis, the calamities have been horrific, but singular.  When Japan had a similar disaster, however, the event unleashed a second, nuclear power cataclysm that decimated its countryside perhaps for decades.  No other land or people have suffered from the effects of manmade atomic destruction as Japan has, and the monster, Godzilla, is a metaphor of that destruction that has proven to be as far reaching and enduring in its truthfulness as the creature itself has been in popularity.  Even America, which is as symbiotically entwined with Japan’s nuclear catastrophes as the American version of the film is with the Japanese version, has embraced the subliminal power that is conveyed by the rubber-suited monster, and its later, upgraded special effect iterations, raging across the captivating miniature landscapes and cityscapes.  By transferring the responsibility of the destruction to the unrestrained ‘other,’ the viewer absolves mankind from the guilt of having instigated the terror.

Both versions of the film have been available on DVD in the past, but most viewers are more familiar with the American adaptation of the film, which downplays severely but does not eliminate entirely the references to Godzilla’s atomic origins.  Directed by Terry Morse, the Raymond Burr footage in the American version is substantial, and when the two films are watched as a double bill—they are different enough that fans will enjoy the experience—the insertions of Burr are both clever and elaborate.  A decent portion of the film remains in Japanese, with Burr either providing a voiceover interpretation or being told as a character what is going on.  The meat of the film, Godzilla’s rampages, of course, requires no translation.  Directed by Ishiro Honda, the original Japanese film has its hokey moments.  As the families of the victims from the monster’s initial attacks on freighters crowd the door of the shipping office to find out if anyone survived, the entire office wall surrounding the doorway wiggles as the extras push against it; and as powerful as the visions of the monster are, the monster is still, so quaintly, a guy in a rubber suit smashing meticulously constructed models.  But it is also a compelling drama, in which the characters have conflicted emotional responses to the monster—an elderly scientist believes the creature is too valuable of a specimen to be destroyed but is deeply disturbed by the horrors it has caused—and to one another.  The manga-esque design of the characters—one troubled scientist sports a dashing eyepatch, which, as you will never learn in the American version, he received in WWII—is more pronounced, defining the film’s fantasy parameters in a more appreciable manner than the overly-eager-to-get-to-the-good-parts American version does.  Perhaps for Fifties drive-in audiences, the Americanized version, which runs 81 minutes, is more efficient and suitable, but for the refined tastes of a sophisticated Blu-ray aficionado, the original Japanese version, which runs 96 minutes, has the calm, poetic beauty of a true work of art, building gradually, teasingly but always inevitably to its climax of frantic chaos and apocalyptic ruin.

Classic Media released a two-platter DVD set, Gojira , which contains both the original Japanese version and the American version.  The full screen picture on the Criterion BD is improved over both of them.  The black-and-white image, though still subject to some wear at the reel-change points, is substantially free of the speckling that is in regular evidence on the other two releases, and blacks are deeper, with better defined contrasts.  The Classic Media version looks okay, but the cleaner and sharper BD just has fewer distractions.  The footage carried over to the American version is somewhat weaker than it is on the original Japanese version, but the fresh American sequences are much cleaner, while still doing a viable job of transitioning with the other footage, and again, Criterion’s transfer is cleaner and sharper. 

It is the monophonic DTS sound, however, that is the most thrilling improvement, even though the other releases had alternate stereo tracks that boosted the dimensionality of the audio.  One understandable but regrettable flaw in the American release is that it holds the film’s credit scroll until the end of the movie, while the Japanese film presents the credits at the beginning, accompanied, before the music kicks in, by powerful, ominous thumps (created by whacking an amplifier).  Who needs the thumps after the movie is over and the monster is supposedly dead?  Anyway, like the rest of the soundtrack, the thumps are present but somewhat subdued on the stereo releases, while on the BD they are thundering, instilling the viewer with enough trepidation to carry through the long dramatic introduction in the Japanese version before the damage begins.  The Japanese version is supported on both presentations by English subtitling, and the American version on both presentations is not captioned.  Both releases also feature trailers from both sides of the Pacific.

In January of 1954, America tested the hydrogen bomb in the Bikini Atoll of the Marshall Islands and the only civilian casualties of the test were Japanese, the crew of a fishing vessel that, although outside of the safety limit set by the authorities, was too close to the unexpectedly powerful explosion and was exposed to the sickening and eventually lethal radioactive fallout.  This incident was the crystallizing moment for producer Tomoyuki Tanaka, who assigned Honda, screenwriter Shigeru Koyama and effects supervisor Eiji Tsuburaya to the project that would reach the screens by the end of the year.  There is an excellent 10-minute piece on the BD about the fishing boat incident, and in an insightful 14-minute interview, film critic Tadao Sato, who began covering the Japanese film industry at that time (“When I’d call Toho’s marketing department, they’d answer, ‘Toho, home of Godzilla!’”), talks extensively about the parallels between the monster and the dangers of nuclear power.

Footage from the various matte components was unearthed in a film archive and is presented in a terrific 9-minute segment that compares the parts of different shots to their integrated wholes.  Shot in 2000, a superb 51-minute interview with composer Akira Ifukube goes over his background and his career as he talks extensively about creating the movie’s memorable music, explains how the monster’s roars were achieved, and gives an in-depth lecture on the dynamics of scoring films.  Three terrific interviews from 2011 are included as well.  The lead actor (or, rather, the second lead after the big guy), Akira Takarada, talks for 13 minutes about the excitement of landing such a major role, how the actors were instructed to react to the special effects (which he deemed more challenging than acting with the other cast members), and explains how ‘Gojira’ got his name—“It’s from gorira (gorilla) and kujira (whale).”  Trained in the mime of kabuki theater, Haruo Nakajima speaks for a delightful 10 minutes about working inside the Godzilla suit, explaining how he was able to breathe and sort of see, how he coped with the heat in the days before the sets were air conditioned (he didn’t even have a fan), and how his physical performance, which Sato likens to a sumo wrestler’s movements, was developed.  “As Godzilla walked along and came across some object it felt was in its way, it would just push it aside.  That was more realistic, more natural, so just intentionally destroying stuff wasn’t allowed.”  Finally, two of the effects technicians, Yoshio Irie and Eizo Kaimai, sit together for 30 minutes discussing their work under Tsuburaya, explaining the creation of the suit and the miniatures, and sharing many other fascinating details about pulling off their amazing spectacle with relatively limited means.  Most of the interviews are accompanied by a wealth of production photographs and other materials presented as inserts during the talks.

Monster movie historian David Kalat supplies commentary tracks on both versions of the film, and they are really intended to be heard sequentially.  Along with explaining why either pronunciation—‘Gojira’ or ‘Godzilla’—is equally valid, Kalat supplies an elaborate Cold War context to the movies and provides many rewarding details about the meanings of each sequence, the production participants (including a touching profile of Burr), its staging, and the success of the film’s marketing, including an excellent analysis of the foreign film market in America in the Fifties.  While some of his statements are arguable—he claims the specific references to World War II were not removed from the American version for censorship reasons but just happened as a coincidence when footage was trimmed to fit in the new material—his justifications for treating the film as an artistic accomplishment, and for not dismissing the alternative English-language version, are not only valid, but persuasive.  He also assures the viewer that Criterion’s transfer is as good as any can get.  “This is what Godzilla looked like to Japanese audiences in 1954.”

Two more monster movie historians, Ed Godziszewski and Steve Ryfle, provide a tag team commentary on the two films in the Classic Media Gojira release.  The talk on the Japanese version has some scattered trivia that Kalat never gets to (and they dispute the name origin story), but is generally more superficial and less expansive or thorough than Kalat’s talk.  For the American version, however, they bring in recordings of reminiscences by several of the people involved with obtaining the rights to the American version, and Morse’s son even joins them to share what he remembers (he worked on it, too) about shooting the American scenes.  It is a rewarding supplement and an effective elaboration to Kalat’s coverage of the film.  The first platter of the Classic Media presentation also has two other terrific features, a 13-minute summary of scenes that were dropped from the film, accompanied by storyboards and still photos that suggest what the scenes would have looked like, and a 13-minute segment on the creation of the monster suit, again illustrated by extensive still photos and other materials.

DVD Geek: Lucky Lady

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

In 1975, the heavily promoted Lucky Lady, sporting three big boxoffice names, was intended to be a Twentieth Century Fox blockbuster.  Directed by Stanley Donen, Liza Minnelli, Burt Reynolds and Gene Hackman play Prohibition Era rumrunners on the Pacific Coast, who fall into a comfortable Design for Living ménage relationship as they battle competitive gangsters and the Coast Guard.  Full of witty one-liners and some decent slapstick (especially from Reynolds), it followed the movie company formula for success precisely, but audiences quickly sniffed a turkey and the stars couldn’t save it.  Outside of a few pining-for-her-mother enclaves, nobody actually liked Minnelli as a movie star, and unless Reynolds was driving fast cars and speaking in CB talk, nobody really liked him, either.  As for Donen, well he had just finished The Little Prince, and Saturn 3 was on the horizon, so the quality portion of his career was receding quickly in the rear-view mirror.  Panicking, the studio tried out two new endings after the movie hit the theaters—another flag of disaster, to be sure (one of the endings, where the cast was wearing terrible old age makeup, was just awful)—but nothing could rescue the film and it sank without a trace.  The problem is that it sank too deeply.  The film is a little messy and rather silly, but it isn’t all that bad, and certainly deserved more post-circulation on television and such than it received.  Truth be told, Minnelli is positively delectable (she even has several teasing near-topless scenes), and her opening musical number alone is worth the price of the Shout Factory DVD release.  The witty one-liners may seem labored upon, but they are delivered with flair by the cast, who all do genuinely professional jobs to justify their big-score salaries.  The action stunts are decent, the antique boats are fun, there is a fine supporting cast including Robby Benson, John Hillerman, Geoffrey Lewis and Michael Hordern, and the ending that was settled upon is satisfying (although it is a shame the DVD did not include the others).  In the year of Jaws, the film represented Old Hollywood ways and means being eviscerated by the new, but now it is simply a pleasant amusement from the past and an easy way to spend 118 minutes free from the stresses of the modern world.

The film’s production designs and costumes are fabulous, but the cinematography is absolutely horrible.  Most of the shots are so gauzy, they remind one of trying to see things in the morning when suffering from a severe eye infection, in both eyes, or trying to read with your glasses after eating greasy chicken.  Applied haphazardly but substantially, the effect is atrocious and looked terrible in the theater, but is even worse in these days of computer-crisp video transfers.  That flaw acknowledged, the color transfer is as good as it can possibly get.  The image is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  Hues look fresh and fleshtones are palpable.  The monophonic sound is smooth and strong, but the quality tends to magnify the massive dialog overlays and alterations, and there is no subtitling.  Along with three trailers and a TV commercial, there is a 10-minute production featurette (the film was shot on water, thus extending its shooting time to two-thirds of a year, something Reynolds repeatedly jokes about) and a 7-minute featurette.

DVD Geek: It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

Monday, October 17th, 2011

Befitting the film’s title, 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment and MGM have released Stanley Kramer’s epic 1963 United Artists comedy, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, on Blu-ray, exclusively through www. walmart.com.  The presentation is excellent.  Running 159 minutes, the feature program is about 10 minutes shorter than the laser disc release, not counting the removal of the Entr’acte music (there is still an Overture, an Intermission and Exit music), but the footage not included has been incorporated with other lost scenes in a 59-minute addendum.  For those who don’t recall, the film’s original Road Show presentation was thought to have been destroyed until some, but not all, of the footage was located in the Eighties.  The biggest narrative jumps in the film were smoothed over with the added footage, although some smaller story advances still remain unsupported.  The film is about a group of people who hear a dying mobster’s confession as to where he has buried his loot, and take off in a frantic chase to retrieve it.

The presentation is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 2.73:1, providing a little more picture information on the sides than the laser disc offered.  The color transfer is gorgeous and removes the shift of quality between the restored lost scenes and the standard footage.  The sharpness of the picture is captivating and adds consistently to the pleasure of the presentation.  The sound is delivered in DTS format and is listed as 5.1, although there is very little rear channel or sub-woofer activity.  The basic front channel separations, however, are wonderful, with a strong dimensional presence, some marvelous old-fashioned separation effects, and richly detailed clarity. There is a French track in 5.1 Dolby Digital, a Spanish track in mono and English, French and Spanish subtitles.

Spencer Tracy plays the cop who is monitoring the progress of the heroes, and the first time you see him, he’s got his right arm extended into his jacket pocket as if he’s missing the limb, like in Bad Day at Black Rock.  It’s a great, throwaway gag when he suddenly removes his hand from the pocket.  Kramer’s film, which is full of delays and anxiety gags, can seem tiresome to those who are not enthusiastically embracing the free-for-all humor, but it is a veritable encyclopedia of comedy in the early Sixties, seeming to feature every major comedian except Lenny Bruce.  It is the mix of the cast that gives the film a historical resonance and creates the foundation for its comical anarchy.  The movie combines television comics such as Milton Berle, Sid Caesar and Phil Silvers, with standup comedians like Jonathan Winters and Buddy Hackett, film funnymen such as Terry-Thomas and Mickey Rooney, and the stage diva Ethel Merman, whose normal shrillness is put to the exactly correct comedic use as Berle’s mother-in-law.  Filling the supporting parts are a casting agent’s rolodex of classic character actors, including, among many others, Jimmy Durante, Arnold Stang, Paul Ford, Peter Falk, Jim Backus and William Demarest.  Briefer cameos, by Jerry Lewis, Jack Benny, Buster Keaton, The Three Stooges and more, can seem frustrating because they barely last a few seconds, but the instant recognition of each face invigorates the film at every point where the comedy gives way to the story and a new burst of energy is needed.

If there is to be one complaint about the collected deleted scenes, it is that they are not presented in chronological order.  There isn’t actually 59 minutes of new footage, as the offering presents existing scenes—there are only a couple of entirely ‘new’ segments—expanded with footage of gags and dialog that was probably deemed redundant when it came time to get more turnarounds in secondary theatrical venues.  The most significant dialog sequences did appear within the film on the laser disc.  The best ‘new’ scene has Rooney and Hackett in the airplane, flying upside-down.

Also featured are the two trailers and the excellent 61-minute retrospective documentary, Something a Little Less Serious, which corrals a of number stars from the film, including Edie Adams, Berle, Caesar, Hackett, Lewis and others, along with behind-the-scenes personnel.  Kramer also speaks extensively.  There is a consistency in the descriptions of the set by the cast members that, in a good natured way, makes the whole group sound like a bunch of kids having fun.  Although the program does not dive too deeply into the film’s technical complexity, it does emphasize the movie’s chief strength, its glorious population, and gives the viewer an opportunity to savor the performers just a little longer.

DVD Geek: Source Code

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

An inspired variation of the Groundhog’s Day gimmick, Source Code, from Summit Entertainment, is about an Air Force pilot placed in the body of a teacher on a commuter train and charged with finding out who planted the bomb on the train before it explodes, and replaying the same ride again and again until he solves the puzzle.  There is a romantic component to the story, naturally, and more than one life affirming, love affirming conclusion, leaving a viewer feeling both happy and satisfied, several times, after a stimulating and exciting ride.  Jake Gyllenhaal stars, with Michelle Monaghan, Vera Farmiga, and Jeffrey Wright.  In that the film also evokes aspects of Quantum Leap, there is a cleverly chosen cameo appearance by Scott Bakula.

The picture is presented in letterboxed format only, with an aspect ratio of about 1.78:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  The opening montage of Chicago on a bright, sunny day, before the plot even gets started, is so beautifully executed it is well worth playing over several times itself.  The 5.1-channel Dolby Digital sound has some reasonably good separation effects and a decent amount of power.  There is an alternate Spanish audio track in 5.1 Dolby, optional English and Spanish subtitles, a generalized and sporadic trivia subtitle track, 35 minutes of passable interview featurettes with the cast and crew that effectively build in detail as they advance, and a decent 7-minute overview of the scientific and technological concepts being tweaked within the story.

There is also a fairly good commentary track featuring Gyllenhaal, director Duncan Jones and screenwriter Ben Ripley.  They do talk a lot about the story, but in an informative manner, discussing everything from its ‘train of thought’ development to its metaphysics.  They also speak about the performances, Jones’ challenge to make the repeated sequences not feel redundant, and the excellent production designs (Gyllenhaal:  “I love searching through things, I just have to say.  There is something as an actor.”  Jones:  “There were a lot of metal edges on this set.”  Gyllenhaal:  “That’s true.”  Jones:  “I think you cut your hands up so many…”  Gyllenhaal:  “That is so true.  Duncan agreed to do the movie and it was 4 months later that we were making the movie and so the train, occasionally, due to the speed at which we made the movie, and really how the movie moves, too, it sort of mimics itself.”  Jones:  “Jake’s hands looked like sliced bacon by the end of the shoot.”  Gyllenhaal:  “I do grab onto a lot of really sharp edges that don’t look sharp but are.  I had bloody hands.”  Jones:  “We had a very busy nurse on set.”  Gyllenhaal:  “And different hand inserts, because Duncan didn’t like the bloody hands.”).

DVD Geek: Hobo With a Shotgun

Tuesday, August 9th, 2011

Of the two possibilities open to the filmmakers who chose to call their movie, Hobo with a Shotgun, the first was to make a realistic revenge thriller of some sort, like the dozens of others that carry the same basic premise, which would be that a villain in a position of power underestimates the resolve of the seemingly insignificant hero.  The second possibility, however, is the one the filmmakers actually went with in the Magnolia Home Entertainment release, which is to concoct a wildly exaggerated gore spectacle and assume that the title is so precise that viewers will be in on the joke from the start.  The 2011 feature is a deliberate send up of exploitation films from the Eighties.  The bad guys are dressed like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, and there are many other visual allusions to Seventies and Eighties exploitation features, accompanied by a purposefully grating, era-appropriate electronic musical score.  The technology depicted in the film is also of the Eighties.  As for the plot, well it does follow the expected template.  Hauer’s character wanders into a town where anarchy seems to reign, and when he has the temerity to defend a prostitute from abuse, he incurs the wrath of the powers that be.  The performances are as exaggerated as the gore, and the narrative holds no surprises.  Running 86 minutes, some viewers may enjoy the grotesquely silly tone, but most will be disappointed, especially since it appears that a serious movie, featuring the nicely aged Hauer, could have been a great deal more satisfying.

The picture is presented in letterboxed format only, with an aspect ratio of about 2.35:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  The film’s colors have an unusually strong, Technicolor-like glow (meant to evoke Dario Argento’s old Technicolor thrillers) that becomes a deliberate part of the image design, though the effect ends up feeling more like one more absurd, dead-end idea than something intrinsic to any potential artistic or emotional achievement.  There are times, as well, when the colors become so intense that the image gets a little fuzzy.  The 5.1-channel Dolby Digital sound gives the shotgun a reasonable kick, but with that musical score you really aren’t going to want to raise the volume too greatly.  There are optional Spanish subtitles and there is English captioning.  Featured as well are 106 minutes of production clips, with an emphasis on executing the gore effects, which can be accessed during the film’s unspooling when prompts appears on the screen, or separately in the Special Features with a ‘Play All’ option. 

There are two commentary tracks, both of which feature the young director, Jason Eisener.  On the first track, he sits with Hauer and they talk all about how they roped the actor into the film and about what went on during the shoot.  Often, Eisener was in a bit over his head and they readily admit that Hauer would contribute, giving advice to the other actors, stepping up to do a stunt and otherwise making himself useful beyond the call of duty.  Hauer also acknowledges that the film has revitalized his career.

On the second track, Eisener is joined by writer John Davies, producer Rob Cotterill and a friend of Eisener’s who was the inspiration for Hauer’s part, David Brunt (a speculative trailer that Eisener made for the film, using Brunt as the star, is part of the production featurettes).  The three filmmakers go into more detail about how locations were secured, how various effects were achieved, what the cast was like, and why their girlfriends were willing to appear topless in the film.  Brunt is quite a character and you can hear echoes of Hauer’s performance in the way that he speaks and what he chooses to focus upon.  He seems generally tickled by all of the attention, and takes it in his stride.

DVD Geek: Red Riding Hood

Wednesday, July 20th, 2011

“From the director of Twilight,” is the smartly placed promotional message at the top of the Warner Home Video Alternate Cut Blu-ray jacket for Red Riding Hood, and indeed, Catherine Hardwicke’s 2011 fantasy thriller is a worthy cousin of the monster hit she spawned.  Set in an imaginary Middle Ages village nestled in the British Columbian woods, the citizens are being terrorized by a werewolf that has suddenly stopped accepting their livestock sacrifices and taken to snacking on the sacrificers.  Two hunky guys are in love with the heroine, played by Amanda Seyfried.  She likes one of them more than the other, but when she is threatened by the wolf, they stop fighting over her and join forces to protect her.  Except that one of them may be the werewolf.  Yes, along with being one of those dreamboat supernatural romantic dramas, the 100-minute film is also a ‘who’s the werewolf?’ mystery, with a clever, under the radar but totally logical wolf in sheep’s clothing, as it were, killer.  When it comes to setting up ideas or executing conflicts within a scene, Hardwicke sometimes plays too obvious a hand, but she is always working toward a worthwhile goal, so such technical shortcoming are entirely forgivable.  If they gave out awards for Best Use of the Color Red, the film would have a lock on 2011, and its cozy little fantasy world makes the film visually compelling even when the heroine doesn’t feel the need to keep her shoulders warm.  The story is satisfying, the performances are mostly serviceable, the performers are quite attractive, there is a decent amount of excitement in the various action scenes, and to top it all off, despite the obvious echoes of Twilight, Beowulf, The Beast Must Die and plenty of other precedents, the film nevertheless qualifies as being something out of the ordinary and not the typical assembly-line concoction.  It is a pleasing movie that some viewers want to condemn because it is being a little adventurous in ways that films usually aren’t adventurous, but that sort of enhanced freshness is all the better to entertain you with.

Both the original theatrical version and the Alternate Cut are presented on the BD.  There is only a half-minute’s difference between them, the most significant being the final shots in Alternate Cut before the credits start to scroll, which add a little something to the story’s conclusion, although, truth be told, the theatrical version is better.  The picture is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 2.35:1.  Even with the Blu-ray perfections, the contrasts around some of the effect shots are a bit weak.  The shots in the woodsy snow, however, watching the heroine from behind in her crimson cape, are worthy of posters and screen savers, and look flawless.  The DTS sound is terrific, with some creepy directional effects and plenty of dimensional punch.  The theatrical version has alternate French, Spanish and Portuguese language tracks, while the Alternate Cut is in English only.  Both versions have English, French, Spanish and Portuguese subtitling.  The BD comes with a second platter that features a DVD presentation of the film as well as a version that can be downloaded onto handheld viewing devices.

The film is accompanied by 27 minutes of good production featurettes (best moments—a musician records a drumbeat on a watermelon floating in a bucket for the musical score; and a rehearsal of a dancing scene that is hot as all get out even though the performers are just in their sweats), 7 minutes of interesting audition tapes, 4 minutes of deleted scenes (all of which should have been left in), a slapstick-heavy 3-minute blooper reel and two very sexy music videos.  There is also a commentary track that is presented with a generally pointless video insert, unless you think the stars are worth watching in their civvies, dance rehearsals notwithstanding.  Hardwicke and Seyfried are joined by co-stars Shiloh Fernandez and Max Irons.  They talk a little bit about specific late nights or staging challenges, and heap praise upon the skills of veteran cast members Julie Christie, Gary Oldman and Amy Madigan, but the insights they have to offer are limited and there are gaps in the talk near the end.

DVD Geek: Tracy & Hepburn The Definitive Collection

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

You would have to turn to the stage to find a comparable accomplishment to the films that Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn made together across a quarter of a century.  The movies will always have their ‘screen couples,’ from Greta Garbo and John Gilbert to Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, but capturing the soul of the off screen romance and transcribing it to a consistent body of onscreen character interaction is far more difficult and can often take a wrong turn, such as when the tempestuous relationship between Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor turned their movies from compelling dramas to ultra-high camp.  Other screen couples have had no off screen relationship to speak of, such as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers or William Powell and Myrna Loy, but their work fits more into the mold of Bud Abbott and Lou Costello, succeeding with inspired iterations of a single formulaic concept. 

Most of the Tracy & Hepburn movies were comedies, but not all of them, and the pair exhibit just as much familiarity and instinctive timing in their serious films as they do in their less than serious films.  They both had prominent individual careers, as well.  She was younger, but a prodigy whose work was so well established that by the time the two did come together as film stars, they were, in every sense of the word, equals.  It is this equality that is communicated so readily in their work together.  Even when their roles veer into gender stereotypes, the sense of respect and collaboration in the nuances of their performances convey to viewers a subliminal defiance of the patterns their characters are being forced to conform with.  Often times, the plots will revolve around a rebellion against that conformity, and again it is because of the palpable strength of the emotional bond between the performers that the play of these conflicts is magnified with an unusual and unique maturity.  They are grownups, and even their silliest films and their best moments of slapstick (both were superb at the art) are tempered for the better by grownup sensibilities.

Warner Home Video has done a grownup thing, too, welcoming the contributions of several other home video companies in order to put together the aptly titled ten-platter set, Tracy & Hepburn The Definitive Collection, featuring all of the films the two stars made together.  Each movie appears on a separate platter and all are either available on DVD separately as well, or have been in the past, except for Hepburn’s documentary The Spencer Tracy Legacy, which was included in Warner’s previous and smaller collection of comedies, Tracy & Hepburn The Signature Collection.

Tracy and Hepburn were first paired in the 1942 MGM production, Woman of the Year, directed by George Stevens.  Tracy is a sports columnist and Hepburn is a worldly political columnist for the same newspaper.  The 114-minute feature charts their relationship as they meet and fall for one another, marry, and then start to have troubles with their conflicting schedules and interests once the initial spark of passion has subsided.  Although seeming to embrace the idea of an independent career woman, the film, catering to the accepted wisdom of the times, tends to ridicule the ineptitude of Hepburn’s character when it comes to ‘female’ responsibilities, such as cooking.  Rescuing the film and making it an enduring classic, however, is the real electricity the two have between them.  When they’re in love, you believe it, and whey they’re mad at each other, you see that the anger comes from the frustrations of love.  If the film’s gender bashing is a little dated, its physical comedy is timeless and performed to perfection, and in place of its false lessons, there is a real understanding of the conflicts couples face when they try to merge their independent lives into a shared lane.

The presentation is identical to the earlier DVD.  The full screen black-and-white picture has some minor speckles and scratches, but is in workable shape and the monophonic sound is okay.  There are alternate French and Spanish tracks, optional English, French and Spanish subtitles, and a trailer.

A poor career move but still a very entertaining movie, the pair’s second film together, the 1942 MGM production, Keeper of the Flame, is a gothic mystery.  Directed by George Cukor, Tracy is a newspaper reporter looking to write the biography of a widely admired statesman after the man is killed in an automobile accident on his estate.  Hepburn is his widow, and for most of the film, she and Tracy’s character have a vaguely antagonistic relationship.  The more Tracy’s character attempts to investigate the man’s final hours, the more of a runaround he gets from the man’s family and associates.  People will look at the era-appropriate preachiness at the film’s end and dismiss the entire movie as a trifle, but while you are sitting through it, it is anything but that.  Tracy’s performance is warm and inviting, and the movie’s atmosphere is wonderful.  Running 100 minutes, you spend most of those minutes hanging on every move Tracy makes and having no idea whatsoever how the story will unfold or what will happen next.  Although the pair never have the opportunity to share their frisky interaction the way they do in the romantic comedies, it is readily apparent that the movie would be much, much worse if they were not there to keep their characters in a precise balance of attractiveness and ambiguity.

The full screen black-and-white picture looks lovely, with crisp contrasts and deep blacks.  Evidence of wear is minimal.  The monophonic sound is reasonably strong, too.  There are optional English, French and Spanish subtitles, a trailer, a 10-minute MGM color Tex Avery cartoon from 1942 entitled Blitz Wolf that is a sendoff on The Three Little Pigs, and an 11-minute black-and-white MGM Our Gang short from 1942 entitled Going to Press in which the kids make and distribute a newspaper until young extortionists try to get a piece of the action.

Returning to the more trusted genre, Without Love is a romantic comedy directed by Harold S. Bucquet in which Tracy is a scientist (they call him that—he appears to be more of an engineer) working on a wartime project, and Hepburn is the widowed owner of the house/mansion where he has set up shop.  They like each other and decide to marry, even though—and this is kind of the sticking point to the 1945 feature—they’re not interested in sex, just companionship.  And then the rest of the 110-minute film is about them realizing that they want sex, too.  There are a few tired devices—Tracy’s character sleepwalks, and Hepburn does her exaggerated ‘putting on airs’ bit—that are nevertheless amusing specifically because the talented pair can deliver even the dumbest routines and make them work.  It is also clear that they bring out the best in one another.  Hepburn seems much more relaxed than she is in films where Tracy isn’t involved, and Tracy seems more confident.  On the whole, the movie is one of the weaker efforts in the Collection, but as a portion of their finitely shared resume, it provides an opportunity to savor their magic and should not be missed.

The full screen black-and-white picture looks very nice overall, with crisp details and only a few stray instances of speckles and scratches.  The monophonic sound is fine.  There are optional English and French subtitles, a trailer, an 8-minute 1945 MGM color Tex Avery cartoon, Swing Shift Cinderella, about a wolf, a hot Red Riding Hood, and a wolf-starved grandma, and a 20-minute black-and-white MGM Crime Does Not Pay short, Purity Squad, about busting a pharmaceutical company that has manipulated data in order to boost sales.  If only taking down the real pharma giants were so easy!

A western, and an Elia Kazan western at that, The Sea of Grass is the only film in the group where the two stars play characters who have deep emotional troubles with one another.  The 1947 feature is set out West, but it is really a soap opera.  Tracy’s character is a rancher and Hepburn—whose character matures deftly over the story’s two decades—begins the film as his young bride.  When farmers move into the area, Tracy’s character becomes combative and this causes a marital split that is then acerbated by other circumstances.  Melvyn Douglas co-stars.  The 123-minute MGM film contains a rather surprising plot turn for its era, and the two characters spend too much time apart from one another for the movie to really take advantage of the magic they exude when they are together.  Kazan’s direction is uneven as well, with some shots or sequences in the movie being highly dynamic and involving, while other scenes are blandly staged and unevenly executed.  Like any of the weaker films in the group, however, the movie is strengthened greatly by its inclusion in the Collection.  The scenes that Hepburn and Tracy do have together have a magnified importance that would not be there if the film were seen on its own, and so you pay more attention to the nuances and the silent exchanges, and feel the dilemmas of the characters all the more vividly. 

The plot also has a number of similarities to East of Eden, and it is questionable that Kazan would have achieved quite as much greatness on that film if he hadn’t have practiced on this one beforehand.  The full screen black-and-white picture looks very nice, and Kazan’s John Ford-like shots of the western landscapes are thrilling.  The image is sharp and wear is minimal.  The monophonic sound is fine.  There are optional English, French and Spanish subtitles, a trailer, a 7-minute MGM color Tom and Jerry cartoon from 1946 entitled Cat Concerto (it won the Oscar) in which the mouse messes with the cat’s piano during a concert, and a 21-minute black-and-white MGM Theatre of Life short from 1947 entitled Give Us the Earth, about teaching Mexican peasants to farm better and use modern conveniences so they won’t be so poor.

The title, State of the Union, refers to the film’s premise, that Tracy’s character, an industrialist, is being groomed by a newspaper chain for a presidential run, but it also refers to his character’s strained relationship with his wife, played, naturally, by Hepburn.  The 1948 film, which was directed by Frank Capra, is rich with stars, including Van Heflin, Adolphe Menjou and Angela Lansbury (as Hepburn’s seemingly demonic rival, a ‘career’ woman), and that is what prevents the viewer from tuning out the populist political gobbledygook (set in the relatively real state of the early 1948 race for the Republican nomination), but more importantly, the movie is a wonderful showcase for the pair’s performance relationship.  It is incredibly natural.  At one moment, Hepburn kicks Tracy on the leg in the course of a friendly banter.  It’s a throw away action that passes unnoticed and even Tracy’s character barely acknowledges it, but it is such a free, ‘real’ impulse, it represents the essence of not only why the movie is still appealing, but why the two stars worked so well together.

A Universal title, the full screen black-and-white picture is in beautiful condition, with crisp, smooth contrasts and spotless, shiny blacks.  The monophonic sound is solid.  The 123-minute program has optional English subtitles.

The pair play married lawyers who end up on opposite sides in a criminal case in George Cukor’s delightful 1949 MGM comedy, Adam’s Rib.  Tracy is the prosecutor on a case where a woman has attempted to shoot her husband, and Hepburn is the defense attorney.  Judy Holliday, Jean Hagen and Tom Ewell co-star.  Adapted from a stageplay, Cukor keeps the pace rolling quickly, with overlapping dialog and relatively fast editing, all of which supports the marvelously witty performances by everyone in the cast.  While Holliday, in particular, comes close to stealing the show, it is ultimately the psychically timed banter between Tracy and Hepburn that cements the film’s humor and its clear but always welcome symbolism of matrimonial conflict.  Running 100 minutes, the presentation is identical to the Warner DVD, with a spotless full screen black-and-white picture, an alternate French track, optional English, French and Spanish subtitles, and a trailer.

Where Adam’s Rib holds onto a darker vision of male-female relationships even as it celebrates their spirited equality, Cukor’s Pat and Mike, an MGM production from 1952, is a frothier effort with more joviality and less symbolic weight.  There are villains, but they are a comical bunch (including Charles Bronson—Chuck Connors also shows up, as a cop) and hardly a threat to anything.  Tracy has great fun playing a sports promoter with ties to mobsters, who takes on Hepburn’s character as a client when he discovers her proficiency in both tennis and golf.  She does fall apart, however, whenever she notices her fiancé in the stands.  Hepburn tends to overplay that idiosyncrasy, but there is probably no way around it, since everything else in the film is overplayed as well.  It takes a long time for the two main characters to recognize the romantic aspect of their mutual attraction, but the friendship they develop is just as engaging and the 95-minute feature never seems to have a slow moment or an unappealing turn.  Like Adam’s Rib, the DVD is identical to the initial Warner release, again with a pristine full screen black-and-white picture, optional English and French subtitles and a trailer.

After the brisk dialog exchanges and busy screen movement in Adam’s Rib and Pat and Mike, much of Desk Set, a 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment Studio Classics title, can feel le­thargic.  Unlike the former films, the actors actually wait for each one to fin­ish a line of dialog before reciprocating.  Directed by Walter Lang, Tracy is a computer designer in charge of installing a new machine in the research de­partment of a TV network.  Hepburn runs the department (with Joan Blondell and Dina Merrill), and Gig Young his her not-in-a-hurry-to-get-hitched boy­friend.  Despite the 2.35:1 letterboxed image, the staging is static, with little more than a couple of sets.  There are sequences where Tracy and Hepburn manage to breakaway from the shackles of conventional staging being imposed upon them, and the film’s charms pick up considerably when they do so, but outside the context of their teaming, the movie has very little to offer.

The color transfer looks gorgeous and the sound, or at least the music, has a mildly stereophonic dimensionality.  The 104-minute program has an alternate Spanish track in mono, optional English and Spanish subtitles, a trailer, a nice collection of production photos in still frame, and a minute-long black-and-white newsreel promotion that presents the movie’s costumes in a ‘fashion show.’  Film scholar John Lee supplies a commentary, intercut with reminiscences by Merrill (there are longish gaps in the film’s second half).  Lee has some arcane trivia to share (“Although directors have occasionally employed real alcoholic beverages on movie sets in search of verisimilitude, more inert substances are commonly employed to substitute for liquor.  Tea for whisky and brandy, and ginger ale for champagne.”) but otherwise sticks to the basics about the backgrounds of the cast and crew, and how the film was conceived and executed.  Merrill talks about her entire career (as on her talk in What Makes Sammy Run?, she has some nasty things to say about John Frankenheimer) and shares some great stories about the generosity and work ethic of Tracy and Hepburn.  “They were so comfortable with each other.  That was the main thing, and they used to go home and stage these scenes at night between the two of them.  They’d come in the morning and say, ‘Now Walter, this is what we’re going to do.’  And he did nothing there.  He didn’t have a chance to do anything.”

It is with the freshness of all these other movies in mind that you can then turn to the 1967 Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner and be totally knocked out by the pair’s presence.  You barely even notice Sidney Poitier.  What you pick up on, instead, are the little things that the two do, physically and mentally, in their exchanges.  While their performances may be exaggerated to suit the tone of something like Pat and Mike, they have a remarkable emotional realism and contemporary sensibility in Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner.  Hepburn is amazing, and you might not even notice it if you didn’t have her other performances as a context to appreciate the subtlety and realistic detail she brings to her character’s feelings and actions.  It is an incredibly textured performance, and adds so much more to a viewer’s understanding of her character than the dialog alone can hope to do.  Tracy was near dying, and yet his performance has so much energy at times you fear for his life there on the screen.  It is easily Tracy’s greatest performance, a sophisticated mix of paternalism and emotional confusion, but that is not because he got better, but because cinema itself had finally matured enough to meet his true talent.  And when the two of them are together on the screen, it is like they’ve never been apart.

The film, directed by Stanley Kramer, is an interesting snapshot of the American racial psyche just before the assassination of Martin Luther King blew things open.  In the context of the collection, the film is greatly strengthened, because it becomes less about the racial arguments and more about what it really is about, which is the parents worrying not that their daughter is marrying some black guy (who she met in Hawaii, nudge, nudge), but that she has jumped into the relationship too quickly.  While the 107-minute film works essentially as a stageplay, mixing and matching the various characters for emotional and intellectual exchanges (the parents of Poitier’s character also arrive to meet their potential in-laws), it is in far more ways a timeless exploration of the concerns parents have for their children than it is a dated representation of a specific era.  Again, the reason for that comes straight from the performances of all the cast members, who consistently find and communicate the eternal truths beneath the social decorations and manners of their times.

The film was first released by Columbia TriStar and then reissued by Sony Pictures Home Entertainment as a two-platter 40th Anniversary Edition, and it is the first platter of that set is included in the Collection.  The picture is presented in letterboxed format only, with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  Not only has the stray speckling from the earlier release been eliminated, but the colors, which looked great before, have an even stronger and crisper definition.  The image looks fantastic, and brings a real sense of classiness to the drama’s proscenium.  As with the previous release, the sound is in 3-channel stereo, with slight but pleasing dimensional touches.  In any case, the audio is clear and smooth.  There are alternate French and Spanish tracks in mono, optional English, French and Spanish subtitles, and 9 minutes of testimonials to Kramer.

The 1986 Spencer Tracy Legacy features, in a sense, a performance by Hepburn—the film is subtitled A Tribute by Katherine Hepburn—in which she uses the demeanor of her own frailty and diminishing health to emphasize how important the project of summarizing Tracy’s life and career in an 86-minute film is to her.  She also coerced—and probably didn’t have to work too hard to do so—many other normally aloof individuals into sharing their memories and insights, including Frank Sinatra, Elizabeth Taylor, Joseph L. Mankiewicz, Poitier, Kramer and many others.  The picture is presented in full screen format.  Clips of widescreen films are usually cropped and sometimes faded.  The interview footage, however, is fresh looking, and the monophonic sound is clear.  There is English captioning.  It is only a shame that Warner wasn’t able to grab whatever got left on the cutting room floor to include as some kind of special feature.  Nevertheless, with the stars, the marvelous film clips of Tracy’s work, and the descriptions of Tracy’s personality and presence, the documentary is a highly captivating program, and having just sat through all of those other movies in the Collection only makes it that much more fascinating and compelling.

The DVD Geek: The Black Swan

Wednesday, May 18th, 2011

Darren Aronofsky has made several obnoxious, tedious films about madness and metamorphosis, seeming not to understand that there has to be something approaching an appealing human being in the center of such a story for a viewer to care about what happens next.  Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake has also been considered obnoxious, for its overly sweet melodic structures and its iconic presentation of women as birds, as if that were the penultimate expression of dancing.  So, can one obnoxiousness cancel out the other?  That would seem to be the case with Aronofsky’s cross between The Red Shoes and Repulsion, Black Swan, released on Blu-ray by 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment.  About a ballerina, played by Natalie Portman, who is having a psychic meltdown while practicing for her big break in the leading dual role of Swan Lake, Aronofsky resorts at times to his annoying images of grotesque growths and wounds, but he always gets reeled in by the beauty of the music and the nobility of the dancing.  And as much as a plain, straightforward presentation of Swan Lake would make a potentially lovely Blu-ray, using the ballet as a backdrop (and an excuse to awash the audio at times with Tchaikovsky’s haunting themes) for a rich dramatic exploration of artistic pressure, vocational dedication and emotional sacrifice is a much richer intellectual experience.  Whether it would beat out Swan Lake as entertainment would depend upon the dancers and choreographers at hand.  Aronofsky tends to disguise the dancing a bit too much, avoiding Portman’s legs and feet whenever possible, but that is only noticeable if seeing Swan Lake live has trained you to never take your eyes away from that part of the dancers’ bodies.  Otherwise, it is a deft and believable sleight of hand.  Portman, who seemed positively busty in Attack of the Clones, is petite and gaunt, while never losing the requisite muscularity that her character would require to ply her trade.  Barbara Hershey plays her rather scary mother, although you don’t really know how much of Hershey’s character is imagined and how much is real.  That basically goes for everything in the movie, but to give Aronofsky credit, the beats of the finale are perfect, and rescue a drama that could just have easily gone off the deep end.  Viewers are to be warned, however, that along with his penchant for gore, Aronofsky is very frank when it comes to the sexuality of his characters.  This is not the dance movie you want to show your eight-year old who dreams of becoming a ballerina.  Or maybe it is.

The 2010 production runs 108 minutes.  The presentation is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 2.35:1.  There is a natural grain in the cinematography that is preserved, for better or worse, in the image transfer.  In that the entire world of the heroine may be crumbling about her, the grain seems appropriate, and after the first few minutes, it is no longer a bother.  The DTS sound mix is excellent, and the directional effects are often chilling.  There is a French track in 5.1 Dolby Digital sound and English and Spanish subtitles.  A second platter is included with the set that contains a copy of the film that can be downloaded onto handheld viewing devices.  Along with a trailer, the BD contains 92 minutes of production featurettes and interviews, which reveal how some of the more clever moments were accomplished as well as conveying a decent sense of how the film was conceived and executed.

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The DVD Geek: The King’s Speech

Tuesday, May 10th, 2011

Based upon a stageplay that serves as a showcase for some juicy acting, the 2010 Oscar-winner, The King’s Speech, released by Anchor Bay Entertainment, preserves the engaging byplay between Colin Firth, as a member of the British royal family impaired by stuttering, and Geoffrey Rush, as the therapist who oversees his adjustments to the condition.  The film also serves as a fine historical drama and, in essence, a prequel to The Queen (Helena Bonham Carter portrays the spirited character that Sylvia Syms embodied in the latter).  The script falls short in a couple of spots—the early part of the decision making process by Firth’s character is not as satisfying as it could have been—and whether out of royal discretion or an inability to break away entirely from the story’s stage beginnings, the director, Tom Hooper, does not always get as close to the characters as filmmaking could enable him to, but the material is so rich in drama and character interaction that such minor flaws are easily eclipsed by the joys of its discoveries and the excitements of its milestones. 

The picture on the feature is presented in letterboxed format only, with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  Near the beginning, there is a clever audio metaphor employed, as Firth’s character makes an embarrassingly halting speech over a cavernous public address system, and while it is perfectly effective on the DVD’s 5.1-channel Dolby Digital track, the moment is chillingly enhanced by the detail afforded through the DTS track on Anchor Bay’s Blu-ray.  While on the whole, the 119-minute film is not the sort one rushes to the Blu-ray shelves to obtain, particularly when the DVD is at a lower price point and the supplements are identical, the enhanced quality of the image and sound delivery creates some subtle improvements to the play of the film.  The crisper, sharper colors bring out the luxurious details of the production designs surrounding Firth’s character, but they also magnify the oddly uncomfortable tightness of the living quarters of Rush’s character, and his dungeon-like office.  The film’s one other daring audio mix is to overlay the dramatic climax—the movie’s title can refer to how Firth’s character talks in general, but also specifically to the radio broadcast he makes after Germany invades Poland, which serves as the film’s emotional conclusion—with Beethoven’s 7th Symphony.  In a purer world, Hooper’s choice (actually, it was editor Tariq Anwar’s idea) would be the subject of grand debates, since it is a rather absurd distraction and yet one that nevertheless underscores the hero’s struggle and triumph with an unbound emotional precision (with bonus points for using a German composer), and on the Blu-ray, jacked up as high as you dare, it becomes even more of a triumph.

There are optional English and Spanish subtitles.  The story is also the sort of material that can be greatly enhanced by a smart set of supplements, and Anchor Bay does not disappoint.  Along with a decent 24-minute promotional documentary and another 22 minutes of interviews with Hooper and some members of the cast (including Claire Bloom, who once met the character she is portraying), another informative 11-minute interview with the grandson of Rush’s character (who, in terms of production time, revealed at the very last moment to the movie’s creators that his grandfather had left  a diary, which subsequently informed numerous scenes), there is a 2-minute newsreel clip of the real George VI giving a speech at the end of WWII, and a complete audio-only presentation of the real 6-minute title speech (it is only because you’ve seen the movie that you realize his pauses are in very odd places).  Hooper also provides a commentary for the feature, going into more details about staging the film and about the history it is depicting.

The DVD Geek: The Sweet Smell of Success

Tuesday, April 5th, 2011

Two sorts of viewers enjoy watching DVDs and Blu-rays.  One sort just wants something to do.  Maybe they’ve got a Blu-ray player and a couple of effects-heavy blockbusters in the format, but they mostly rent their movies and if they have much of a collection at all, it is largely made up of Christmas gifts and such that have only been viewed once or twice.  As soon as a soup-to-nuts Internet download mechanism with a single, set monthly payment is in place, and it is almost there, now (the ability to link large TV screens to routers is still in its adolescence), the DVDs will start gathering cobwebs.  The degradation in image and sound quality will hardly be a noticeable tradeoff for the convenience of access. 

The other kind of viewer, however, will be more discerning, because that kind of viewer truly loves movies, not for the distraction they offer from life, but for the embellishment to life the aesthetics of film enable.  What these viewers want most of all is to replicate the experience of seeing a movie in a movie theater.  With Blu-ray and a very large screen, the ability to replicate this experience is achievable.  It doesn’t happen very often, but it does happen.  There are many outstanding Blu-rays in the marketplace, and not a few of them have been released by the Criterion Collection, but every once in a while you come across a Blu-ray that is even better than outstanding, one that has an extra sort of subliminal something that crystallizes its perfection of delivery and transports the viewer to the illusion of a genuine theatrical experience.  Criterion’s The Third Man Blu-ray, now sadly out of print, was one such achievement, and Criterion’s new Sweet Smell of Success Blu-ray is another.

With its vivid black-and-white on-the-streets cinematography, which doesn’t so much capture a documentary view of New York City as it does use, spectacularly, that city and its nightlife as a soundstage, and with a jazz-based musical score, conceived primarily by Elmer Bernstein and, separately, Chico Hamilton, that matches the frenetic bustle of urban life with a swirling competition of melodies and harmonies that climb over one another in a Darwinian struggle to reach a pinnacle of musical expression—and can do so because the drama is so powerful that no amount of music can come close to overwhelming it—Sweet Smell of Success is a film that succeeds in a great part because its images and sounds are so sublimely designed and delivered, and so it is that Criterion’s meticulously and unrestrainedly produced Blu-ray creates a rapturous experience of movie watching, one that can forever be re-experienced and re-explored.

Directed by Alexander Mackendrick, Burt Lancaster is a manipulative gossip columnist whose absolute power has begun to instill sedentary flaws, and Tony Curtis is a desperately ambitious press agent whose energy exacerbates those flaws.  The 1957 film is specifically a portrait of its time, from the real streets where it was shot and the near-cutting edge music that paces its excitement to its barely veiled intention of exposing the now almost forgotten columnist, Walter Winchell, and his predilections.  Yet as time-centric as its nightlife milieu and fear mongering political insinuations are, the dynamics of its melodrama are readily recognizable in any age and are deftly moderated by its invigorating dialog, its magnetic performances and its taxi cab ride editing.  The film may have been a boxoffice failure in its day, particularly disappointing the pony-tailed teens who were reportedly squealing whenever they caught sight of Curtis on the streets, but the film cannot be understated for the acting creds it gave him within the eyes of the industry, resetting his career for a full decade as an ‘A list’ player.  His character, however, is only a youthful measure less venal than Lancaster’s, and it is this unholy contrast between the skyscraper beauty of the film’s artistry and the alleyway scummyness of the characters that gives Sweet Smell of Success its divinity.

The picture is windowboxed with an aspect ratio of about 1.66:1.  The monophonic sound is solid, and thrilling.  There are English subtitles.  Film historian James Naremore, who has written a book about the movie, shares everything he knows on a commentary track, including reeling off more than a dozen different endings to the film that were considered until the one that was used was worked out.  He talks about the film’s creators, including Lancaster’s production company and how its dynamics were a significant force in conceiving the film, and he identifies the references screenwriters Clifford Odets and Ernest Lehman had included to real gossip columnists and publicity agents (who, Naremore explains, hovered around Winchell like, “pilot fish around a shark”).  He analyzes the music and the cinematography and explains what was shot on the streets and what was shot in the studio.  He discusses the skills not just of the primary cast members, but of the many supporting players, and he provides a comprehensive analysis of the story.

Along with a trailer, there is a very good 1986 profile of Mackendrick that runs 44 minutes, along with an equally enlightening 25-minute testimonial by director James Mangold, who was one of Mackendrick’s students during a second career as a film professor.  A nifty 1973 profile of cinematographer James Wong Howe, who got his start in silent pictures, runs 22 minutes and includes an extensive demonstration by Howe of lighting techniques.  Finally, there is a rewarding 29-minute reflection on Winchell by biographer Neal Gabler, although Gabler fails to mention one significant aspect of Winchell’s writing, that the ellipsis blurbs that often ran by scores in his columns resemble quite pointedly today’s Twitter gossip.

The MGM/UA Home Entertainment release of the film on DVD did not have 16:9 enhancement and, with a much weaker transfer, is now about as useful as yesterday’s sports pages.  Criterion has also released a two-platter, moving all of the special features except the trailer onto the second platter.  The transfer is the same as the one used for the BD, and it is great if that’s your only option, but the excitement that the crispness of the BD’s image and the power its audio track instills just isn’t there.

DVD Geek: Elia Kazan’s America America

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011

Elia Kazan’s labor of love and the capstone of his career, the 1963 America America, has been released by Warner Home Video.  Based upon the experiences of Kazan’s uncle, but imbued with the internal drive and emotional power of a direct autobiography, the film depicts the emigration of a young boy, living in Turkey but of Greek heritage, who first leaves his village and then struggles in Constantinople to earn the passage for his ultimate destination, as indicated in the film’s title.  Having failed by laboring, he turns his attention to marrying well so he can afford the trip.  Running 168 minutes, the film conveys the scope and cathartic experience of the life-changing journey it is depicting.  It is strikingly photographed in black-and-white by Haskell Wexler and intricately edited by Dede Allen, so that specific moments have the same rapturous effects that one associates with the great black-and-white pantheon films, and Kazan’s guiding of the performances through those same moments is equally masterful—the scene in which the hero confesses to his fiancée that she is only his means and not his end is as great as filmmaking ever gets.  The movie is uniformly in English, which makes especially the transitions the hero goes through harder to absorb—unfortunately there is no alternate language track on the DVD, which might eliminate some of the jarring disorientation that occurs only because Kazan has otherwise staged the movie so genuinely that its English dialog just seems out of place—and is populated by a mostly still unknown cast.  Supporting player John Marley, who sports a beard but can be recognized by his distinctive voice, is the one performer whose career expanded substantially in the years after he made the film.  Stathis Giallelis stars.  Although the movie achieved general critical acclaim and was one of the most distinctive nominees in the 1963 Oscar ceremony, it was simply too much like a foreign film to attract a popular audience, but not enough like one to attract an art house following, and it hasn’t even had much of a life in syndication in the decades since.  As Kazan historian Foster Hirsch puts it on his commentary, “This is a film whose time has still not come.  I’m hoping that the release of this DVD will change that.”

The picture is presented in letterboxed format only, with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  The picture transfer is spotless, and the larger the screen you can see it on, the better.  The monophonic sound is solid and the musical score by Manos Hadjidakis is beguiling.  There are optional English and French subtitles.

Hirsch has plenty of time to share everything he knows about the film, and at times he does fall into describing what is happening on the screen, but it is more for filler than for a misguided sense of purpose.  He is a strong Kazan enthusiast, but he does acknowledge the parallels between the characters within the film acquiescing to authority and Kazan’s own political follies.  Kazan shot some of the film in Turkey before being forced to complete it in Greece, but it would be interesting to know which footage was taken from where, even in general terms, which Hirsch is unable to elucidate.  He touches a bit on the conflicts Kazan had with Wexler because of his political stances, but does not go into enough detail for the viewer to judge whether or not it affected the work, although Hirsch gives his assurances that it did not.  The best passages come from where Hirsch has been able to talk with the film’s actors and elicit from them Kazan’s remarkable directing methods, which were essentially to understand the inner psychologies of both the actors and the characters so supernaturally well that he would only have to say a specific phrase or two to get the performance he wanted, and Hirsch is able to report what some of those words were.  One actor, for example, grasped the complete nature of his character after Kazan suggested to him that the character, “Sleeps with his hands between his legs.”

The DVD Geek: America Lost and Found: The BBS Story

Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011

The Criterion Collection has taken a trio of popular classic films from the Sixties and early Seventies that were produced by Bert Schneider, Bob Rafelson and Steve Blauner under the banner of BBS Productions and were considered the heart of the American New Wave cinema of the time, Easy Rider, The Last Picture Show and Five Easy Pieces, and have combined them with four more esoteric BBS productions, Head, The King of Marvin Gardens, Drive, He Said, and A Safe Place, in a DVD boxed set entitled America Lost and Found The BBS Story .   It is worth noting that Jack Nicholson was centrally involved in all but one of the seven films.  When he began working on them, he was a minor American-International Pictures headliner that nobody paid any attention to, and by the time he finished, he was a superstar.  While most viewers already own at least the big three films, one of them, The Last Picture Show, was in dire need of a fresh transfer, which Criterion has industriously supplied.  They have also supplied a welcome scrubbing and polishing of Head, and have come up with some terrific supplementary features for every feature.  But let’s not beat around the bush.  The one real reason why anybody would pay attention to this collection at all is that only Easy Rider had previously been released on Blu-ray, through Sony Pictures Home Entertainment  so that Criterion’s Blu-ray boxed set of the films is a fully loaded treasure trove of must-have movies delivered in the finest condition home video can supply, even though, for all intents and purposes, it is nearly impossible to differentiate the image quality between the Criterion DVD and BD versions of each title.  Each movie in the collection has English subtitling.

Criterion has given the Easy Rider Blu-ray a DTS track while Sony only sprang for a 5.1 Dolby track.  Under the supervision of co-star Dennis Hopper, who was the official director of the 1969 film, the movie’s musical score and a smattering of its sound effects were enhanced with a 5.1 mix a little while ago.  It was a welcome addition for many reasons, as commons sense would dictate that if the technology had been available at an affordable price, the film’s creators would certainly have done it at the time.  Most importantly, however, the film was attempting to explore America’s cultural divide, and was one of the most accomplished intentional depictions of the zeitgeist ever created on film.  Despite the accuracy of its portrait (Nicholson’s amazing monolog, “They’re scared of what you represent…” is as much an explanation of the Red State/Blue State animosities of today as it was an understanding of the ‘short hair’/’long hair’ conflict of its time), it is inherently, now, a film of nostalgia, and in the same way that all memory is an exaggeration, the depth and power with which the pop songs swirl out of the images like smoke from a hookah intensifies and embellishes one’s memory of experiencing the film in the past.  The effect of Hopper’s mix is made most compelling of all by the purity and force of the Criterion BD DTS delivery.

The picture is presented in letterboxed format with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1.  The image transfer is essentially the one that was originally done for Sony’s DVD.  The Sony and Criterion DVDs are as indistinguishable as the BDs are, and the only differences between the DVDs and the BDs come from whatever improvements in BD delivery one’s home video system offers.  Sony’s BD has French, Spanish and Portuguese tracks in 5.1 Dolby and English, French, Spanish and Portuguese subtitles.  Criterion has just English subtitling.  Sony carries over a commentary by Hopper from the DVD, along with the very good 65-minute retrospective documentary.  Hopper leaves longish gaps between comments, particularly in the film’s second half, but he does explain the basics of the production and what he was trying to accomplish, as well as providing a few interesting anecdotes about the shoot.  Of much greater value is the documentary, featuring interviews with Hopper, Fonda and a number of other cast & crew members.  They have many interesting things to say about the production (the motorcycles were designed to look cool, not to take cross country trips) and the film’s meanings.  They swear it was real marijuana they used for the pot scenes, and real rednecks they used for the locals who harass the heroes.  They also reveal how awful communes really were (they sort of staged one in Topanga Canyon—gosh, we hope we aren’t spoiling cherished ideals here), suggest that Fonda and Hopper were not as friendly with one another as they pretended to be, and ponder Hopper’s first three hour plus cut.  It’s full of juicy tidbits that fans will not want to miss.

Although misidentified as having been recorded in 2009, the Criterion presentations also have the Hopper commentary, and include, as well, an engaging commentary Hopper recorded with co-star Peter Fonda and production manager Paul Lewis that was used on the second Columbia TriStar LD release, reacting to the film as it unspools.  Some information is presented indirectly (apparently in early drafts of the script the pair were motorcycle performers who appeared at fairs) but there is plenty of direct insight.  Hopper often explains why he is evoking John Ford or whatever in a particular scene, points out his tactical errors (he forgot to shoot one important scene and only realized his mistake after the wrap party was over) and how he solved problems on the fly when the improvisational passages got away from him.  On the downside, the three tend to name all their friends as they show up in the group shots (even little Bridget is running around in the commune), although few laser disc owners will care for that much arcane detail.  Like the movie itself, at first glance the commentary may seem a bit unstructured and spacey, but it is rich in both information and reminiscence, providing insight, nostalgia and, contrary to the film’s moral, proof that free spirits can indeed survive and prosper in modern America.

The film and its supplements are presented on a single BD platter, but the remaining Criterion supplements, except for a trailer, are split to a second platter on the Criterion DVD.  There is a cool 2-minute black-and-white clip from the movie’s promotion at Cannes, another terrific 30-minute retrospective documentary from 1995 (Karen Black does a great imitation of Terry Southern; the documentary contains a number of points that are not broached in the other materials) and an 18-minute interview with Blauner, who is a little more frank than the others are about some of the conflicts that occurred during the various BBS productions (he has a very telling story about Jim McBride).

“There would have been no Easy Rider without The Monkees, so they should canonize The Monkees, just for that,” says Blauner in his interview on the Easy Rider platter.  The television series, The Monkees, was the kitten, and the group’s 1968 feature film, Head, was the cat.  Not nearly as lovable, but it has had at least nine lives after its disastrous first theatrical run and is recognized today as a relatively sophisticated cult comedy based upon the precepts of experimental and avant garde film.  Rafelson’s first feature, the script was written primarily by Nicholson, who was essentially on a director’s career track himself until Easy Rider turned him into a movie star.  A deliberately peripatetic collection of sketches, including meta-sequences about the film itself being shot (Hopper, in his Easy Rider getup, can be glimpsed in one such scene), you could probably put the film on Repeat Play and then step into it at any point and watch it until that point is reached again.  The film has a vague theme about the entrapment of fame or bad contracts, which is embellished within the individual sketches with various metaphorical constructions—the heroes are trapped in large black box, or in Victor Mature’s hair, or are stuck in a desert with a Coke machine that doesn’t work, and so on—but it also seems as intended to end the reign of the band—which had essentially broken up anyway before the movie was shot—by including footage from the Vietnam war (such as the infamous ‘street execution’ shot) and a general atmosphere of unease that is always undermining the slapstick comedy.  Much admired today, the film’s soundtrack was also a flop at the time because it had no easily hummable Top-40 style tunes that would have attracted fans to the film.  The musical numbers usually identify a shift in the film’s situations or tone, but play no specific function other than to serve as milestones in the 85-minute movie’s endless loop of activities. 

The picture is presented in letterboxed format with an aspect ratio of about 1.78:1, trimming a little picture information on the top and bottom of the image in comparison to the full screen Rhino DVD, and adding a sliver to the sides.  The image transfer on Rhino’s version is essentially as colorful as Criterion’s, but Criterion has cleaned up the many speckles and scratches that marred the Rhino presentation, and the image is sharper, as well.  The monophonic sound is also richer, particularly on the BD. 

The four band members, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, Michael Nesmith and Peter Tork, supply a commentary, each one recorded individually and then intercut with the others.  The talk is not only about the movie, but about their entire experience as teenybopper idols, and it is consistently informative and reflective.  Nesmith has a great story about how they enlisted Mature’s participation—Schneider and Rafelson were afraid to call him, so Nesmith picked up the phone and dialed, Mature answered, Nesmith started talking to him, and Schneider and Rafelson thought he was putting them on.

There is a great 28-minute reminiscence by Rafelson on his creation of the band, the TV show and the film, a passable 28-minute analysis of what BBS accomplished as a whole by critics David Thomson and Douglas Brinkley (although we would take issue with some of their comments on the state of Hollywood films in the Fifties—they’re a bit selective), 19 minutes of intriguing black-and-white screen tests for the Monkees TV show that clearly demonstrate how much better the four stars were than others who were competing for their parts, a 5-minute color TV interview with the group to promote the film that is interesting for its roughshod staging, nine trailers and TV commercials, nine radio ads, and 7 minutes of unidentified audio ads accompanied by a nice montage of promotional stills.

The artistic pinnacle of BBS in general and Rafelson’s directing career in particular was the beautifully composed and enacted 1970 Five Easy Pieces.  You can’t really call Nicholson’s character a hero or anti-hero in the film, because he never commits a single benevolent act, although he tries to at a couple of points.  He is, instead, a villain, hurting or destroying the hearts of everyone around him because of his own selfishness and self-loathing.  He begins as an oilfield worker, saddled with a nagging girlfriend, a waitress played by Karen Black.  The viewer gradually learns that he is actually a former concert pianist and comes from a famous musical family, and he brings his girlfriend along, but then posits her in a nearby motel, when he learns that his father is ailing and goes to visit the clan.   The movie’s steady mix of drama and comedy, and the superb performances by everyone involved, demonstrate the infinite possibilities that character-driven dramas can manifest on film.  Beginning in the oilfields near Bakersfield California and concluding in the dripping Pacific Northwest, the film’s constant surprises and turns remain refreshing shifts in gear long after each change is readily memorized and anticipated.

The picture is presented in letterboxed format with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1.  The color transfer is the most problematic of the group, but that is only on a micro scale.  László Kovács’ cinematography is exquisite, but it is also heavily grainy in places and victimized here and there by the limitations of the lighting.  The fleshtones on Criterion’s presentation are often slightly pinker than the original Columbia TriStar release, to a point where the more subdued tones are less disorienting, and other colors seem a little oversaturated in direct comparison.  To this end, the enhanced accuracy of the BD may even be counter-productive, magnifying the image’s anomalies.  Still, it is a minor point, and the BBS Story collection as a whole, again with the exception of The Last Picture Show, provides an interesting survey of studio-based low-budget color cinematography, during what turned out to be a delicate and not well managed transitional phase in the technology of manufacturing celluloid.  In other words, all of the movies look a little messy.

The monophonic sound is solid and stable.  There are three trailers, a 9-minute interview with Rafelson discussing the writing of the script (the screenwriter, Carole Eastman, had her name changed in the credits to Adrien Joyce because she didn’t like Rafelson’s ending, which in fact is much better and less clichéd than her own), a very good audio-only talk by Rafelson that runs 49 minutes in which he responds to questions from an audience and discusses the earlier part of his career in great detail, and an interesting 47-minute catch-all collection of interviews about the BBS films.  Rafelson also supplies a commentary during the film, talking at length about the different performances, the story, the cinematography, the production logistics and many other aspects of the film’s creation.

The Baltic Avenue of the BBS slate, Rafelson’s 1972 The King of Marvin Gardens, is an occasionally comedic drama about two brothers, a late night radio monologist played by Nicholson and a would-be real estate developer played by Bruce Dern.  Shot in Atlantic City in the wintertime when nobody would get in the way of the filming, the narrative is incoherent, with no dynamic middle act to pick things up the way there was in Easy Rider and Five Easy Pieces.  Dern’s character is trying to put together a deal that he will clearly be unable to close, and for all of the avowed independent spirit and defiance of convention of the filmmakers, a gun gets passed around until its use becomes inevitable.  Essentially, the 104-minute film is ultra-Hollywood in concept, trying to repeat the formula that worked before, but following that formula on a superficial level without understanding why the formula had worked.  The characters are eccentric, but uninteresting, and there is not enough revealed about the story to define their drives or make you interested in their goals.  Because of the film’s star presence—Ellen Burstyn also has a major part—and its scattered humor, it is watchable if you know what you’re getting into, but because of that same star presence, it is a distinct disappointment, and remains so on multiple viewings.

The picture quality on the Columbia TriStar transfer is very good, but the Criterion presentation has richer, fresher colors, and unlike Five Easy Pieces, there is no ambiguity in the improvement.  The monophonic sound is clean and solid.  There is a trailer and a brief text profile of Rafelson.  Rafelson supplies a commentary for 101 minutes worth of segments from the film, talking about how various scenes were staged, what the actors were like, and what he was trying to accomplish.  There are also 21 minutes of additional reflections by Rafelson about various sequences, with inserted recollections by Burstyn, Dern (with some black-and-white footage of Dern, strategically drunk, trying to master a monolog), and Kovacs.

By chance, Nicholson shot some real campus riot footage when he was at the University of Oregon (standing in, unpersuasively, for an Ohio college) making Drive He Said in 1971.  The only film Nicholson directed in which he does not appear, William Tepper plays a star basketball player suffering from an early case of midlife crisis, while in a parallel story, his roommate, played by Michael Margotta, suffers a genuine mental breakdown when he engages in extreme activities in an attempt to exempt himself from the selective service.  Dern plays the basketball coach and Black has a major role, with Henry Jaglom, Robert Towne, Cindy Williams and David Ogden Stiers in smaller parts.  The film has a substantial amount of male nudity, something Nicholson speaks about with enthusiasm and pride in the 9-minute interview that accompanies the film (the interview makes the entire Drive He Said viewing experience worthwhile).  A great piece of nostalgia, the film is actually quite similar to Richard Rush’s Getting Straight and the two would make a viable double bill if you have enough patience for the Sixties.  Indeed, while the movie was a flop in its day and has a limited appeal beyond the dramatic engagement of a few individual scenes, it does, like Getting Straight, provide a very adept portrait of how the Sixties fell apart. 

The picture is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1.  The image is often grainy, but that is inherent in the cinematography and when the presentation is smooth, it looks very fresh, with bright hues and accurate fleshtones.  The monophonic sound is okay.  A trailer is included.

Jaglom’s 1971 debut feature, A Safe Place, shares the same platter as Drive, He Said on the BD, although each film appears on a separate platter in the DVD collection.  Tuesday Weld stars, with Philip Proctor playing her boyfriend, Nicholson playing a visitor she has a fling with and Orson Welles playing a magician who comforts her.  Less than a minute into the movie, most viewers will recognize that the film does not have a boxoffice-friendly pace.  On his superb commentary track, Jaglom offers different interpretations of his creation, one viable explanation being that the entire movie is a Proustian exploration of the memories and feelings of Weld’s character as she listens to a single song, although during the course of the movie, other songs can also be heard.  Championed by Anaïs Nin, the film can also be said to unfold with an innovative female sense of values and harmonic emotions, as opposed to the linear, goal-oriented ‘male’ structure that most movies follow (even Head).  Or, it can be seen as a completely incoherent mess, which is the easiest way to dismiss it persuasively, except that it clearly has a greater sense of purpose, while the contextual comparison in the collection, The King of Marvin Gardens, does not.

Weld never had the kind of breakthrough hit that allowed her spectacularly good looks to catapult her outstanding acting talents.  Instead, those two aspects of her career were unable to coordinate and, unwilling to play the Hollywood game (a vague allusion to one of her greatest roles), she remained an oddity who attracted neither the fervent critical adulation or the hormonal sex symbol adulation she genuinely deserved.  Nevertheless, it is all there on the screen, to be savored, especially for the complex thoughts and feelings that Jaglom is asking her to communicate with, at times, only her eyes.  Nicholson, on the other hand, was still working out the balance between the lazy personality quirks that were filling his cash registers and the portion that he still had to lose of himself and ‘work’ to be a fictional character and justify playing a role.  If Weld’s beauty and talent are the film’s anchor, then Nicholson is its energizer, and it is the thrill of seeing him do his thing that enlivens the center of the 92-minute feature.  And then there is Welles, finally being allowed to practice his hobby—the art of stage illusion—on the screen.  Jaglom’s inclusion of him in the film could be written off as pure, misplaced hero worship, but on a visceral level, his presence is even more exciting theanNicholson’s, and the nuance he brings to his interactions with Weld should be sufficient proof that there is reason behind Jaglom’s scattered amalgam of contemplative characters and their conflicts with one another.  It should also be noted that Gwen Welles, no relation to Orson, delivers a really incredible monolog about sociological fear, and makes an intriguing counterpoint to Weld’s character.

Jaglom will be the first to tell you that image quality was not his top priority when he shot the film.  That said, however, the transfer, particularly with the precision that the BD offers, is outstanding.  You can often see the makeup on the actors, and every color or tone is vividly defined.  The image is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1.  The monophonic sound is solid.  There is a trailer, a 7-minute interview with Jaglom that serves as sort of an executive summary of his commentary, a fascinating 28-minute 1971 TV interview with Jaglom and Peter Bogdanovich conducted by Molly Haskell (all three look so very young; even when Jaglom is trying to promote the film, he makes it sound like a boxoffice bomb), and a terrific 26-minute collection of outtakes (anything that has more of Orson Welles on the screen is a treasure) and screen tests, including what appears to be Paula Prentiss testing for Weld’s part (and turning the film, interestingly, into a farce).

For those who enjoy esoteric cinema, A Safe Place is worth viewing, but an even larger viewership ought to tune in to hear Jaglom’s commentary.  He explains his interpretation of the film’s events, shares frank stories about his life and career, and talks about working with the cast and crew.  The crew consisted largely of veterans who had no patience for Jaglom’s youth and inexperience, particularly since what he was asking them to do made no logical sense and clearly would not ‘cut’ properly together, until Welles pulled him aside and gave him a wonderful piece of advice—tell the crew they’re working on a dream sequence.  From there on out, everyone was gung ho.  “I went back to Orson and I said, ‘Why is that?  Why did that work?  I don’t understand.’  And he said, ‘You see, these are hardworking people.  They face struggles every day with real life.  They are committed to their sense of reality.  The one place that they’re given freedom, complete freedom, is in their dreams.  In their dreams, they don’t think that rules have to apply, they don’t accede to those rules, they’re free.  So, if you tell them it’s a dream sequence, you are freeing them from all the burdens of conventional thinking, and you’re doing them a great favor by liberating them from their concept of what can and cannot be done.’  And it worked.  There’s not a movie I’ve made since then that I haven’t at one time or another said to somebody, even actors, that as soon as I said to them, ‘It’s a dream sequence,’ it freed them to get creative themselves and contribute wonderful suggestions to what I was doing.”

When we reviewed Sony’s most recent DVD release of The Last Picture Show, we noted that the picture was overly soft and had a few stray speckles.  The image on Criterion’s presentation is a highly satisfying improvement.  It is sharpened, but not to a point of exaggeration, so that where director Bogdanovich wanted the greys to blend together, they do ease from one shade to another.  The film’s black-and-white cinematography is haunting, and even the minor changes that Criterion has achieved greatly enhance a viewer’s emotional response to the drama.  The 1971 feature is presented in its 126-minute ‘Director’s Cut’ format (the original theatrical cut has never been released on DVD).  The image is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 1.85:1, and the monophonic sound, with all of those Hank Williams singles wafting through the background, is crisp.  There is a commentary track featuring intercut reflections by Bogdanovich, Cybill Shepherd, Randy Quaid, Cloris Leachman and Frank Marshall.  Don’t think that Quaid snuck down from Canada just to share his thoughts, however.  The commentary is the one Criterion originally recorded for the LD.  Although Bogdanovich often points out the obvious to keep himself talking and thinking, the commentary is valuable, providing both production history and artistic insight.  He describes the different kinds of preparations he went through for the most important scenes, his reasonings for inserting the Director’s Cut footage, and specific problems he encountered along the way.  The statements by the actors concentrate upon craft, but their voices are more animated than Bogdanovich’s, adding a level of emotional understanding that mere transcription could never provide.  Hearing Shepherd describe how much fun she had kissing Jeff Bridges and Timothy Bottoms is also a kick.

A second commentary, by Bogdanovich, originally appeared on Sony’s DVD release, and is even more instructive.  It was once something of a mystery as to why this film is so much better than any other Bogdanovich film, but listening to his commentary, which is new, and to the excellent 65-minute retrospective documentary, which also appeared on the earlier DVD release, it becomes much clearer.  For one thing, he was working off of a Larry McMurtry novel instead of composing an original script, so the emotional wealth and backgrounds of the characters were already thoroughly established.  But he was also chomping at the bit to make a major film.  He’d done Targets, but that was a somewhat larkish project, based in part upon the limited availability of its star.  For Last Picture Show, he went all out.  He rehearsed extensively, had every shot and every scene visualized in his head, and it all came together just as he’d planned it.  “This next scene, which develops into a fight with Jeff and Tim, this was all shot in forty-five different set-ups, and they were planned rather carefully, and the actors and I rehearsed the scene quite a bit.  I remember rehearsing that previous weekend, and I told them exactly where the cuts were going to be.  I actually planned it while we were rehearsing it, so that they knew how far it would go without a cut and where the cuts would be.  It was a complicated scene and we had to do it in one day, so we were very prepared.  Every single shot, as you see it in the picture, is exactly the way it was shot.  We did it in sequence, shot by shot.”  He had a few more hits afterwards, but he probably never had the same ‘fire’ in his belly.

Like Easy Rider, the film appears on one DVD platter, with supplements on a second platter, while for the BD, everything is fit onto one platter.  The excellent 65-minute retrospective documentary that appeared on Sony’s original DVD is presented, along with the 13-minute Bogdanovich interview that appeared on the most recent DVD release, 6 minutes of silent location footage that originally appeared on the LD, a 2-minute montage of silent screen tests set to Hank Williams’ Why Don’t You Love Me (one actress flashes the camera), and a 5-minute color interview with Francois Truffaut praising Picture Show, which he compares, oddly, to Summer of ’42.  The most worthwhile inclusion, however, is an amazing 42-minute documentary that was shot by the late George Hickenlooper during the production of Texasville in 1990.  Ostensibly a promotion of the latter film, it is actually a fascinating exploration of the creation of Picture Show, focusing on the citizens of the town where the film was shot and the people who served as models for author Larry McMurtry’s characters, and including penetrating reminiscences of the cast and crew and their messy personal lives.

DVD Geek: The Town

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

Ben Affleck’s expansive crime drama about a Boston bank heist crew, The Town, has been released on a Blu-ray by Warner Home Video, containing both the 125-minute theatrical release and a 153-minute ‘Extended Director’s Cut.’  There is, interestingly, one scene in the director’s cut that repeats aspects of a conversation that occurs previously in the film, but it is actually like real life, where someone asks you the same question again because they don’t remember asking it before, and it is a nice little moment that never really happens in movies that are pared to the bone, even on director’s editions.  The longer version of the film is the more satisfying version because it has more time to explore the characters, and that is the point of the movie.  The theatrical version makes an efficient action film, but the Extended Cut keeps all of the action while letting it mean more because you know the characters better.  Affleck also stars, and in some ways the film is one of those wish fulfillment projects where, through his character, the director/star gets to live out a macho daydream.  But where directors like Steve Martin and Woody Allen have used this device to imagine that young women are attracted to them because of their personalities, Affleck is still young enough himself to believably get the girl, and instead gets to pretend that he’s a successful, high-adrenaline crook.  Giving the best performance in the film, Rebecca Hall plays a bank manager who is abducted during one of the heists and then released, with Affleck’s character, who had been disguised, then looking her up and striking up a relationship with her.  It’s absurd, but necessary to get the plot going, and since most of the film is relatively absurd anyway, if you accept these small exaggerations, you can have a very good time with how the story then plays out among the characters.  In another inspired piece of casting, John Hamm is the FBI agent heading the task force that is trying to bust the crew.  Curiously, there is one really nice sequence in the theatrical version near the end, showing how Affleck’s character evades some police checkpoints, that has been removed for no apparent reason from the Extended Cut, making his actions a little more confusing. 

The picture is presented in letterboxed format with an aspect ratio of about 2.35:1.  The color transfer is sharp and accurate.  The DTS sound mix has some nice moments, especially once the shooting begins.  The theatrical version comes with alternate French and Spanish tracks in 5.1 Dolby Digital.  A second platter is included that contains a copy of the film on DVD and a copy that can be downloaded onto handheld viewing devices.  The BD has alternate English, French and Spanish subtitles, and 30 minutes of passable production featurettes.  An option also allows the featurettes to pop up in appropriate spots as the film is unfolding. 

Affleck supplies a commentary track on the theatrical version and the same track with additional comments on the Extended Cut.  Along with discussing his approach and technique in various scenes, he talks a lot about the Boston locations and Boston culture being explored in the film, and about the research he did with the real bank robbers who operate or have operated in the past in the area of Boston where the film is set.  At one point in the movie, the robbers put on uniforms to escape detection because, Affleck explains, “People see a uniform and not a person.  I always wondered about that until we had to shoot the piece going to the train on the end, and I actually decided to take the subway from where we were to South Station, where the train was, wearing this outfit, and not a single person said anything to me.”  Except one old woman, who came up to ask him for directions.

DVD Geek: The Complete Metropolis

Wednesday, December 29th, 2010

The gaps in Fritz Lang’s magnificently poetic special effects extravaganza, Metropolis, are mostly filled on the newly ‘restored’ 148-minute version that has been released on Blu-ray by Kino on Video as The Complete Metropolis.  Incorporating footage that was recently uncovered in Argentina, the new presentation of the silent production is almost the same as the one that premiered in Germany in 1927 and drove everybody crazy.  At least you don’t go crazy any more trying to understand how characters got from point A to point B.  There is one significant sequence that is still missing, although it is adequately summarized in title cards, and there are few other minor pieces of footage that are still unfound, but for the most part, viewers can finally appreciate the beauty and the fury of Metropolis as it was meant to be experienced and enjoyed.  The footage is fairly easy to spot, because the traditional footage is immaculately presented in full screen format, solidified by the lovely BD presentation with smooth, sharp contrasts and barely a scratch, while the restored footage is still quite battered and is slightly windowboxed, though perfectly viewable.  It’s not ideal, but it’s worth having, without hesitation.  The roles of several minor characters are substantially fleshed out, but the primary function of the missing footage is to expand the rhythms of the existing sequences, and to give the story and its wildly diverse themes more time to create and leave emotional impressions with the viewer as the film advances.  It is amazing how much footage was taken out of the finale, for example, and how much greater enjoyment there is of the excitement when everything is stretched out a little more. 

Every once in a while a film artist comes along and tries to buck the system, but for the most part, Hollywood demands that films have literal narratives.  It is less important in Japan and a few other places, and musicals are allowed to cheat a little bit, but clear, logical storytelling is the generally accepted format for marketable motion pictures.  Back in the Twenties and especially before sound came along, however, everyone was still learning about what movies were, and film artists could be financially successful and still explore the metaphorical parameters of the cinema.  Of course, Metropolis was a flop, but that just prevented other moviemakers, and Lang, from making more of them that particular way.  The movie is yet another example of a ‘thank goodness somebody was stupid enough to bankroll this’ masterpiece.  The film does have a coherent story, about workers who labor on massive machinery (mostly as human regulators) and live beneath their factories, while the owners luxuriate in skyscrapers overhead, and the social disorder that arises when these worlds intersect, but Lang was coming from a tradition of German Expressionism, and the film was never meant to be a realistic depiction of a futuristic society.  Rather, it is an emotional portrait of the future, a celebration of architectural design, a caution about what happens when management and labor are too separated from one another, and it is a warning about mob rule—even when the mob does burn the right witch, it is only by accident.  The narrative of Metropolis creates its rhythm (which, as we said, is why the restored footage is so vital), while its images are its melody.  A combination of animation, miniatures and massive soundstage sets (all of which are expanded with exciting new angles and materials in the restored footage), you do indeed come away from the film humming the scenery, but it is a tune that will never leave your head.

As for the film’s musical score, it is a fresh recording of the accompanying music originally composed for the film by Gottfried Huppertz.  At its best, it evokes Wagnerian themes that create an effective resonance to Lang’s earlier works (the character names in Metropolis follow Wagnerian motifs, as well), but it is, ultimately, an arbitrary application of music, and can be substituted for something else if the viewer desires.  The DTS mix has a subdued surround presence and not really as many front separations as the film truly deserves (a wild application of sound effects and a more eccentric score would not be out of place).  Along with a trailer, there is a decent 55-minute documentary that tracks the history of the film and its various restorations, and a 9-minute interview with Paula Felix-Didier, curator of the Buenos Aires museum where the longer version of the film was uncovered, who describes in more detail how the longer copy ended up in Argentina and how it was re-discovered.  

Kino had previously released the 2001 restoration of Metropolis as the Restored Authorized Edition, which was thought to have been the definitive version until the Argentine additions were uncovered.  Running 124 minutes, the version presented is very similar to the Complete version except for the missing footage.  The deleted scenes are summarized in brief intertitles, although the pacing of discovery is lost.  The full screen picture looks very clean, with solid contrasts and adequate details.  In direct comparison to the BD, there seems to have been a little more touch up done in the new version, and the BD’s delivery also sharpens everything, but the 2001 effort improved the film significantly over its earlier iterations and is nearly on par with its successor.  Another recording of Huppertz’s score is utilized.  It is in 5.1 Dolby Digital and has a presentable impact, though not quite the clarity and scope of the new recording on the BD’s DTS track. 

The DVD’s special features are very worthwhile, and it is a shame Kino didn’t carry a few of them over to the new release.  There is a terrific collection of captioned behind-the-scenes photos, still photos that describe the (since restored) missing scenes, some terrific architectural and costume drawings, poster designs, and extensive cast and crew profiles.  There is a 9-minute featurette about the cleanup the film underwent for its 2001 upgrade, with numerous examples of how it was improved, and a very good 44-minute documentary that goes over the whole history of German filmmaking and Lang’s early career, explains how the movie’s various effects were accomplished, and covers many other details about the film and its fate.  Film historian Enno Patalas also supplies a commentary track, often describing what is on the screen and then explaining the sources or the meanings of its designs.

DVD Geek: The Last Of The Mohicans, The Director’s Definitive Cut

Wednesday, December 1st, 2010

Called the Director’s Definitive Cut, the 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment Blu-ray release of Michael Mann’s The Last of the Mohicans runs 114 minutes, a little longer than the 113-minute original 1992 theatrical release and a little shorter than Mann’s previously tweaked 117-minute DVD.  The thrilling historical adventure and romance, starring Daniel Day-Lewis, is so good that the changes are generally irrelevant to its overall impact.  Of more importance is the significant difference in the color transfer when compared to the DVD.  The DVD looked terrific, while the BD has a riskier, more organic color scheme.  Had that color scheme been used on the DVD, it probably would have looked awful, but the BD has such solidity and assurance that it can get away with the warmer and more atmospheric tones.  In comparison, the DVD image looks too bright and, in a way, too phony.  Some viewers will prefer the DVD image, since it strives for crowd-pleasing clarity, but there is a poetic strength to the BD.  For one thing, what light there is in a scene always feels like it is coming only from the natural available sources, and for another, the humans tend to blend in more with their surroundings.  You feel more like they are part of the environment they inhabit, and not interlopers, the way they seem on the DVD. 

The DTS sound on the BD matches the DTS sound on the LD, but does not surpass it.  It does, however, vastly supersede what the 5.1-channel Dolby Digital sound on the DVD could accomplish.  The rear channel presence on the 1992 film’s audio mix is relatively limited.  The quality of the front separations is lovely, and some sequences, such as the waterfall cave segment, are magnificent.  Overall, however, the mix is a little timid and weighted a little too heavily to the Trevor Jones and Randy Edelman musical score.  The presentation is letterboxed with an aspect ratio of about 2.35:1.  The BD has English, French and Spanish subtitles, and two trailers, along with an excellent 2010 retrospective documentary running 43 minutes.  Mann also supplies a superb commentary track with very little redundancy to the documentary.  While he never addresses the changes he has made to the various post-theatrical versions of the film, he does talk about the shooting logistics and the various artistic contributions of his collaborators, as well as speaking extensively about the film’s historical sources (and the naiveté of the James Fennimore Cooper novel).

“Either the real uniforms didn’t exist and we had to make them our­selves, but they came out better than if they had existed and we rented them, or it was actually both cost effective and vastly superior to simply do it our­selves, so we had an entire factory in Ashland, North Carolina.  The wool of the red coat uniforms was dyed in North Carolina because we discovered that the color of light was so different than in California that what would look like the correct red in California didn’t look correct in the sun in North Carolina.

“Very early on I learned when you work with brilliant heads of department, such as [the costume designer], it becomes an education.  Initially I thought the way the British uniforms fit was very unappealing.  It made men’s shoulders seem small, the coats were too short, and [the designer] explained that if [the actor] held himself—British officers held themselves in a correct posture, which would have been the posture they would have held themselves in 1757, which had a lot to do with training—they would look right, and I trusted him on this, and he was absolutely correct.  So the cut, the design, the shoulders, everything about the pattern with the uniform is dead accurate, and the actors trained to hold themselves and carry themselves as they would have.  The net effect is that there is a verisimilitude and you believe these characters, and when your eye takes in things and your brain processes them, and they have a certain kind of unconscious truth telling style.  To me, it opens a channel and I’m drawn deeper into the emotions that are there.”  All the more so when that verisimilitude is supported by the perfections of Blu-ray.

Mann exhibits a dazzling command of the knowledge he gained while preparing the film and shares many historical insights, from esoteric trivia to far-reaching explanations of the political conflicts both among the Europeans and the indigenous Americans.  And his sense of perspective is always exceptional.  “The past is a lot closer than we think.  Eight or nine generations is all there are between when I made the film in 1990 and when these events occurred in 1757.”  But as the characters trudge past rushing whitewater in one of the film’s many shots of the pristine natural environment that was once America, Mann also explains how much has changed over time, “This is called the DuPont Triple Falls and there was some kind of DuPont chemical plant on the top of this mountain and there was a certain odor around this water that smelled like kind of film developer, so we were all a little suspect of getting too wet.”

DVD Geek: Frozen

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

A surprisingly entertaining and nerve-wracking thriller, Frozen, has been released by Anchor Bay Entertainment.  About three college kids who get stuck on a ski lift just as the slopes are closed down for the week, the reason it works so well is not just the gnarly tortures the three must undergo as they try to extricate themselves from their predicament, but the very smart emotional dynamics that are at play between the three of them to fill the pauses between the thrills.  It’s very basic—there’s a guy, his relatively new girlfriend, and the guy’s best friend, who now feels like a third wheel.  Basic stuff, but in this situation, something more complex or subtle is not required.  It just has to prevent the viewer from identifying too closely with the tedium the characters must also endure amid the cold and the wind and so on.  The film begins in a very pedestrian manner.  The shot setups are cheap and the dialog is uninteresting, but the film’s 5.1-channel Dolby Digital sound mix is exceptionally good right from the start—as soon as light hits the screen, so do the noises all around you—and especially on the Blu-ray release, it is the audio that carries you along until the suspense takes over.  The makeup continuity is inconsistent and one of the male heroes should have been wearing a more distinctively colored parka so that you can recognize immediately what happened to him, but otherwise, the film is highly entertaining and a terrific crowd pleaser.

The picture is presented in letterboxed format only, with an aspect ratio of about 2.35:1 and an accommodation for enhanced 16:9 playback.  The color transfer looks fine, with the BD’s confidence during the darkest sequences being just slightly more involving than the DVD’s.  The DVD’s sound is great, but it is the BD’s audio that really has the crisp directional effects and subtle dimensional touches.  Both presentations have an alternate Spanish track in mono, optional English and Spanish subtitles, a trailer, 6 minutes of sensibly deleted scenes, a minute-long piece about how the ski lift where the film was shot was haunted, and 86 minutes of very good production featurettes.  It should be noted that the entire film was shot on location, with the director and the cinematographer hanging precariously on a second chair in front of the actors, and the actors actually coping with the cold weather and other indignities, suspended fifty feet above the ground.

The director, Adam Green, supplies a commentary over the deleted scenes and is joined by stars Shawn Ashmore, Kevin Zegers and Emma Bell for a commentary during the film, talking all about the challenges of the production logistics and the unique demands of the shoot.  They also talk about the counter-intuitive realities of their predicament—once you get cold, your breath stops condensing as it leaves your mouth; and you also get so cold you don’t necessarily bundle your clothing as tightly as you ought to, because you get numb to the coldness.  Green has some marvelous stories about sitting anonymously with audience members at a preview screening and listening to their macho opinions about the situation the characters find themselves in.  “Before the movie would play, when people just knew the storyline, just listening to the balls on people, like, ‘Oh, man!  If that ever happened to me, yeah, all I would do is’—my favorite was—‘I would take my skis and wrap them around the cable, upside-down, and I would reverse-helicopter down to safety.’  Or, ‘I would take my pole and I would vault to the next chair, till I could get to safety.’  It’s hilarious how everybody became Indiana Jones or Spider-Man.  ‘Oh, it’s only fifty feet.  I would just jump.’”

The one additional special feature exclusive to the BD is a second commentary, with Green, cinematographer Will Barratt and editor Ed Marx.  They talk about the commitment that was necessary to do the shoot the way they did it, the challenges that were involved (sometimes the lighting was reflected off the snow and onto the actors), and how the choices they made were intended to affect the viewing experience.  As Barratt explains, “One thing that is kind of cool, starting [near the end], we made a conscious decision to start beating up the film.  You’ll see that we really start to crush the image and we start to really, as [the heroine] starts to go a little crazy and stuff, we start to break up the frame.  Completely on purpose, to let the viewer feel a little bit more what the character is feeling.  So, as you watch the movie, watch it as it progressively becomes destroyed, as image quality starts to go away and the grain starts to come up, the blacks start to get all crushed.  I love DI (digital intermediate) for that reason.  I don’t ever use it as a crutch or to fix anything.  I try to give the DI the densest negative I can, the highest quality negative I can, but then, that gives you the opportunity to really mess with it and get really creative with it.”