Singin' in the Rain

Singin' in the Rain

seen @ Landmark Loew's Jersey Theater, Jersey City, NJ

9.27.14

And now, five things I thought about while watching Singin' in the Rain:

1. There's just something about musicals. When they're done right, that is. I don't seek them out, most of the time. It's not like I'm crazy for them or anything, but the best of them have a way of making you just feel good about life, as silly as that may sound. And while there are modern musicals that I adore, such as Dreamgirls and Hedwig and the Angry Inch and Rent, the older ones, especially the MGM ones, had something more to them. It was spectacle to the nth degree, and I think the studios embraced that aspect more back then.

2. Even though I had already seen this film several times before, for some reason, I had this image of Donald O'Connor being much older than he actually was. Don't know why. I know now that he started out as a child actor, and that he starred in series of films featuring a talking mule named Francis (it was a different time back then) before appearing in Rain, and he had his own TV show at one point. 

Where I got the impression that he was a middle-aged man instead of being 27, which he would've been when Rain came out, I couldn't tell you. I am kinda surprised, looking at his IMDB page, that he didn't make bigger movies following the success of Rain. He had the looks to be a romantic lead. Instead, he kept making Francis movies. He did play Buster Keaton in a biopic of the man, but apparently, it's not very accurate. That said, "Make 'em Laugh" remains my favorite part of the movie.

3. I thought about The Artist, naturally, and the things I've learned about the silent movie era since. That transitional period when sound came into movies was such a fundamental change in the industry. I don't think anything else in the history of the medium compares to it. These days, we've seen Hollywood go from 35mm film to digital production, and that's had a profound impact on how movies are seen and distributed, but I don't think even that is comparable to how sound changed everything. I'm thinking of the sequence where Lina keeps trying to perform a scene with Don with sound, and how she keeps missing the microphone no matter how close the director puts it near her. It's funny to us now, but those really were the kinds of problems they faced back then.

4. I had no idea Rita Moreno was in this movie. Hers is a small part, but still.

5. Gene Kelly took lots of chances as a dancer and as a director. The performance of the song "Singin' in the Rain" is so iconic now, but as a performance, it must have seemed unusual at the time. I mean, he really gets himself soaking wet in that number, splashing around in puddles and swinging his umbrella around and around like he does, all while dancing. How would you choreograph something like that if you'd never seen it done before? How many rehearsals would it take to get it just right? But that's the kind of approach he took throughout his career, pushing the boundaries of what kind of dancing he could do in a movie, and how it could be filmed. This is the guy, after all, who danced with a cartoon mouse and made it look realistic.

You don't need me to tell you what an amazing movie this is, though. I had forgotten just how good it is, and at the risk of sounding like a broken record, seeing it on a big screen with an enthusiastic audience makes all the difference in the world. It's the way it was meant to be seen, which goes back to the point I made about how musicals like this embrace spectacle. You don't get that feeling from watching this on an iPhone.

This was the first weekend of the fall movie season for the Loew's JC, and this outing was significant for me because starting next month, the fare for the PATH train, the subway line connecting midtown Manhattan with north Jersey, will go up again, from $2.50 to $2.75. That's more than the New York transit system (for the moment), and I have a feeling that this is gonna affect how often I go to the Loew's from now on. 

When I started going to the Loew's on a semi-regular basis a few years ago, the PATH fare was $2.25, and that, of course, was on top of the $2.25 I was paying ($2.50 now) for riding the bus and subway - together, not separately. PATH has been struggling in recent years. When the Super Bowl was held at the New Jersey Meadowlands, PATH, and New Jersey Transit in general, was expected to handle a much larger load of passengers than usual, and they did a less than stellar job of servicing them. Coming after their inadequate response to Hurricane Sandy, this gave the transit system a huge black eye that they've yet to fully recover from. From time to time, I had considered moving to north Jersey one day. Now I'm not so sure.

I think I may become a lot more selective from now on as to what movies to see at the Loew's, not because of the theater itself, which remains as remarkable now as it was the first day I walked into it, but because getting there is about to become more expensive. I hate that with a passion, because I love the Loew's and I wanna continue to support it, now more than ever.

And on that note, host and Friends of the Loew's (FOL) head Colin Egan had no news to report on the struggle his group has had with the Jersey City government for control of the theater, but it's just as well, because Saturday night was more of a festive occasion. This year marks the 85th anniversary of the Loew's JC, and in his introduction to Rain, Egan spoke eloquently of the history of the theater and of his group's efforts to preserve the theater, to strong and warm applause. Indeed, there was a big crowd for Saturday's doubleheader; the second feature being Sunset Boulevard. The line for that one stretched all the way down the block!

This one was a little rushed, because I took it before I left,
so it's not as pristine as the others, but what the hey.

And Aurora was there! I'm so lucky to have seen so many classic movies this year, on both sides of the Hudson, with someone who loves them as deeply as she does. She was pretty excited about seeing Sunset on the big screen, and can you blame her? She wrote about the Loew's 85th on her site, which includes some great pics of the theater from back in the day, so check that out when you're done here. Also: here's a short video she made from inside the lobby of the Loew's (which I am in).

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The Drop

The Drop
seen @ Kew Gardens Cinemas, Kew Gardens, Queens, NY
9.23.14

This post on the movie The Drop goes out to my pal Page, who, as I discovered last week, is a big Tom Hardy fan.

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She's such a big Tom Hardy fan she sat through This Means War. The movie that made him swear off rom-coms forever. And can you blame him?

Anyway, Page compared him to Paul Newman. She saw Locke earlier this year - really wish I saw that one - but she says it was boring. Also, she wants the world to know that Lawless is an outstanding film and that everyone should see it, and that she would never, EVER, compare anyone to someone like Newman without checking out their body

'Wrong man' of Hitch film to be feted

Henry Fonda as Manny Balestrero in 'The Wrong Man'

The man who inspired the Alfred Hitchcock suspense film “The Wrong Man” will have a street co-named for him in the neighborhood that served as the backdrop for the classic 1956 flick. Manny Balestrero, an Elmhurst father, husband and musician who was cast into the spotlight after he was falsely accused of a robbery in 1953, will be honored with Manny “The Wrong Man” Balestrero Way at 73rd Street and 41st Avenue. According to Balestrero’s youngest son Greg, the renaming on Saturday, Sept. 27 is a great honor, and will serve to further exonerate him from the decades-old crime.

This is pretty interesting. I saw The Wrong Man a few years ago, and I was pretty impressed to see that Alfred Hitchcock shot it in Jackson Heights - not that I recognized a great deal of the neighborhood. Hitchcock first read about Manny Balestrero in Life, and knew right away he wanted to turn his story into a movie. When I wrote about the film, I noted that it doesn't feel like the Master's usual films, and indeed, this was deliberate on his part. For you trivia buffs, Hitch's traditional cameo appearance here was as an introduction to the audience at the beginning, and it's the only time he speaks in any of his films.

Councilman Daniel Dromm is responsible for this act of honoring Balestrero. I've written about him before; he's a good guy and a positive force for the community here in Queens.

Detroit Rock City

Detroit Rock City
seen on TV @ Comedy Central
9.22.14

The first time I saw KISS I thought they were a fictitious band. I distinctly remember seeing commercials for their action figures as a little kid and I'm pretty sure I thought that they couldn't be real. After all, what kind of musicians look like that? I don't know what I assumed they were. Perhaps I thought they were characters from a grown-up movie that I was too young to see. I was partially right on that score, anyway.

They must have been all over the radio at the time, but the only song I remember hearing and knowing it was them was, big shock, "I Was Made For Loving You." I gotta say that at the time, I didn't think it sounded that much like disco, and I still don't. Someone seriously needs to explain to me what makes this song a disco record. It's danceable? So is "Strutter." So are a lot of KISS songs. Are KISS fans disinclined to dance to their records for some reason? Or dancing in general? I dunno, to my ears, this song is a far cry from the likes of KC and the Sunshine Band or the Bee Gees or Chic. Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" - now that's disco! And I'd take either one of those songs over "Beth"!

I was too young to get caught up in the disco vs. rock wars of the 70s. To me, music was music back then. Besides, my sister was clearly on the disco side back then (though even she had at least one Styx record, as I recall), so I heard a lot more disco growing up. It wasn't until high school that I got heavily into rock, and by then, disco, as I was being told over and over, was "dead."

Besides, it's difficult to look back at the disco vs. rock wars and not see an element of race in the great debate. There's a fantastic book about baseball in the 70s called Big Hair and Plastic Grass by Dan Epstein (highly recommended; more than just a sports book). One chapter discusses the infamous "Disco Demolition Night" at Chicago's Comiskey Park in 1979, where a bunch of disco records got blown up by a local rock DJ between games of a doubleheader, and pandemonium ensued as a result. Epstein touches on what made the disco/rock divide such a heated one:

...In decades to follow, "Disco Demolition Night" would be singled out by many social and pop-cultural commentators as an example of the racist and homophobic impulses that drove the late-'70s backlash against disco music. While it's debatable that most white rock fans of the era were even vaguely aware of the connection between disco and gay nightlife, there's no question that they generally viewed disco as "black music" - i.e., something that no self-respecting Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd fan would be caught dead listening to. But mostly, it was disco's innate trendiness that rankled rock fans; in their eyes, white people who bought disco music and danced to it at clubs a la Saturday Night Fever were merely vapid followers of fashion, superficial losers who didn't appreciate "real" music.

I don't deny that back in high school, I would've come down hard on the rock side of the debate, despite growing up on the opposite side (something I worked hard at publicly denying in those days). Over the ensuing years, though, I've found value as well as vapidity in both genres, and I've learned to be less snobbish about the whole thing. Besides, it's all "old" music now, and all of it sounds much better than new music, anyway!

Getting back to KISS, though. I have nothing against them. I like their music as well as their carefully cultivated image. I woulda loved to have seen them play live during their prime. What amazes me so much about them though, is not so much the music as the way they've marketed themselves over the years, how utterly commercialized they were, and still are. This is something that Gene Simmons makes absolutely no bones about, either. I've read interviews with him that confirm his relentless drive in marketing the KISS brand name on everything you can imagine. It's bizarre, to say the least, but other bands push their brand-name merchandise almost as much - and given the way many record companies have treated musicians throughout history, who can blame them for wanting to milk a cash cow?

KISS, along with Alice Cooper and David Bowie and Elton John and other 70s rockers, made bombast and spectacle part of their image in a way few rock bands do today. Indeed, one sees that kind of thing more from pop stars like Lady Gaga and Miley Cyrus more than one sees it with rockers. Could that be part of the reason why rock has declined so? Does rock need to get back to such theatrics in order to be relevant again? I'm not sure, but I have a feeling it may not hurt. KISS went all-out to make their shows an unforgettable experience, beyond simply the music, and people responded to that in a huge way. When it comes to live performers these days, it's still the senior citizens of rock that continue to top the charts (alongside the pop, R&B, country and rap stars, of course). Methinks we may not see the likes of KISS in rock again.

Even if we don't, though, at least we'll have movies like Detroit Rock City to remind us what they were like in their heyday. This is a completely silly movie, derivative of other movies about fans of a certain band/movie/celebrity, but hey, it's not the worst way to kill a couple of hours. The underrated Natasha Lyonne is in it, as is Melanie Lynskey from Heavenly Creatures. There are some nice shots of Detroit, including the legendary Fox Theater, seen here showing a kung fu double header! And of course, KISS themselves show up at the end. Still, I think I'd probably sooner put on KISS Alive again.

The Learning Tree

The Learning Tree
seen on TV @ TCM
9.18.14

The Learning Tree was the first studio movie from a black director, Gordon Parks Sr., and it's not bad. It's kinda treacly in places, and the acting is what I would call earnest - meaning it feels like the actors, especially the two young male leads, are trying very hard to act instead of just be - but at the same time the film comes across as quite sincere and authentic as well. What I wanna talk about is the climax, which presented a fascinating moral dilemma, so, spoilers for an over-40-year-old-movie to follow...

The story parallels the lives of two teen boys, rivals, coming of age in rural Kansas during the 1920s: Newt, the good one, and Marcus, the bad one - and it really is as simple and unambiguous as that. A whole lot of other stuff happens in the movie, but in the third act (more or less), Newt surreptitiously witnesses a murder committed by Marcus' father towards a white man. A different white man is blamed for it, though, and in the subsequent trial, he is shown to have both motive and opportunity. If Newt keeps quiet about what he knows, an innocent man will go to the gallows, but if he speaks up, racial tensions are sure to explode within the small town, and the black community is sure to suffer as a result.

Newt chooses to testify. He fingers Marcus' father in the courtroom, who desperately grabs a guard's gun, runs out of the room and kills himself rather than face the retribution of the white townspeople. It takes an impassioned speech by the judge to stay the white crowd's wrath. Upon hearing the news, Marcus, who didn't like Newt much to begin with, catches him alone and tries to shoot him, but is shot dead himself by the town sheriff, and that's how the movie ends.

And so the question must be asked: did Newt do the right thing? First, if it weren't already obvious, racial prejudice is a fact of life here. While Newt and his family have good relations with some whites, we do see him and other blacks in the story subjected to bigotry by the white locals. For example, we see Newt get into an argument with his schoolteacher, who scoffs when he says that he wants to go to college. She insists it's a waste of time and money for black students, and he responds by saying he and all the other black kids hate her. So it's made crystal clear how Newt feels about living in a bigoted environment.

Newt is constantly bullied by Marcus. The two don't get along at all. Marcus' father has a reputation as being something less of an upright citizen. If Newt doesn't confess, his crime would go unpunished and he would likely continue on his irresponsible ways. Letting a blameless white man hang probably would not change race relations in town, and given how the blacks have been historically treated by the whites, if the blacks knew the truth, it's easy to imagine many of them condoning the act.

Tree is a work of fiction inspired by Parks' childhood. It was released in 1969, a year after Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated and four years after the same fate befell Malcolm X. Civil rights remained a hot-button topic without a solution in sight. Parks was friends with Malcolm, and was a godfather to his second daughter. Given that, I have to admit it kind of surprised me at first that he chose the climax he did to this story, inspired by childhood memories or no, because when you get down to it, the fate of the black main character is decided by white authority figures. Twice. 

Granted, Newt is just a young and deeply impressionable kid, raised by devout Christians (his mother implores him in one scene to always be truthful) and probably couldn't be expected to do anything other than tell the truth, but the fact remains that once he does, he and his family have to hope like hell that his testimony doesn't lead to a race riot. Indeed, it almost does happen in the courtroom itself, but again, it took a white authority figure, the judge, to prevent that from happening. And it took a second white authority figure, the sheriff, to save Newt's life in the end when Marcus seeks revenge. 

I wish there were a way in which Marcus' father could have been, perhaps, blackmailed into leaving town with Marcus in exchange for Newt's silence. Newt's father could've negotiated that. And as for the falsely-accused white man, well, I realize how this will sound, but how many blacks throughout history have been falsely accused of a crime by whites and made to suffer for it? But then, living with the knowledge that he let an innocent man die is perhaps too great a burden to place on a fifteen-year-old boy. Perhaps Tree ends the only way it could end.

Play it again, Sam (and again and again)

...Going back to the same pop-culture fare for seconds, thirds, and thirtieths isn't so abnormal. If anything, my re-consumption habits are tame compared to some of you, who have have read Harry Potter more than 10 times, watched Friday more than 100 times, and spent more of your waking life with The West Wing than Aaron Sorkin. Musicologists estimate that for every hour of music-listening in the typical person's lifetime, 54 minutes are spent with songs we've already heard. Forget the next big thing. We're all suckers for the last big thing. 

Pop culture is a relentless machine of newness and manufactured surprise. We queue around the block for new comic-book-movie installments and crash HBO Go to watch season finales. And yet, I have spent 100 hours of my life watching a movie I could perform verbatim in my living room. Why do we spend so much time with stories whose endings we already know?

Well, I'm certainly no stranger to this phenomenon, and I imagine most people who love movies feel the same, though a topic like this obviously goes far beyond just movies. There are a couple of other reasons why repeat consumptions of pop culture is so ubiquitous that the article doesn't go into, that bear mentioning here. One is financial: when you can't afford to spend as much money as you like on new CDs and books and Blu-rays, you may find yourself with little choice but to return to the older ones you already have in order to pass the time.

Another reason is critical. There are those who advocate repeat viewings of certain movies in order to get at certain truths, or perspectives, or themes that may have eluded the viewer the first time but are worth the effort at discovering. This may apply more towards the pop culture aesthete as opposed to the casual consumer, though. Many people watch movies for no other reason than enjoyment, and may not be that interested in anything more. If they don't like a given movie, they're not likely to return to it because so-and-so said they're missing out on something deeper.

Chasing Amy is a movie I return to a lot, for many reasons, both critical and personal. I saw it when it was first released, I own the Criterion DVD, and it's a movie I feel I know inside out. Using the criteria cited in the article at the top, I wanna see if the reasons given for repeat consumption line up with my attachment to this movie. I suspect they do, to one degree or another, but let's look anyway...

- The simple reason: one simply likes it. No argument here. From a critical point of view, it remains director Kevin Smith's best movie, in my humble opinion. It takes the lessons he learned from Clerks and Mallrats (good and bad) and applies them towards a story where his raunchy humor and geek sensibility is wedded to a sensitive, modern love story about trust and friendship and discovery in a relationship. It's an unconventional romance which doesn't end on a happy note but does leave the protagonist changed. It's a rom-com that doesn't feel like it's been market-tested to death or made to fit into a certain demographic, and it features characters I feel like I could know in real life. Plus, it's funny as hell. 

- The nostalgic reason. Omigod, definitely this. When I first saw Amy, I was beginning to discover and enjoy independent films; I was an aspiring comic book creator, just like the protagonists; and I was in love with a girl who was out of my league, just like Ben Affleck's character. In watching Amy, I'm automatically taken back to this period in my life because this movie encapsulates so much of what was important to me back then!

- The theraputic reason. This one's a little harder to quantify, if I'm reading this right. Amy ends on a melancholic note, and I accept that because it's the ending that makes the most sense to me, given everything that leads up to it. Do I hope things will end differently sometimes? Do I try to imagine how it could've worked out had one or two things changed? I'm not sure. It's not something I can remember dwelling on to a great degree, but it would not be out of character for me to occasionally wish for a different outcome. Still, I think my general cynicism tends to overcome my optimism, most of the time. It's hard to address this one because it's not like I come into Amy the same way I do to a love-conquers-all kind of movie where the outcome is never in doubt.

- The existential reason. This sounds a little bit like what I said about finding new truths upon re-consumption, but I think this is meant to be on a more personal level instead of a critical one. There are times when I find new perspectives in old movies, and that's certainly possible for me with Amy. Maybe it'll take another viewing or two. I dunno.

One thing the article doesn't go into in detail, which is quite surprising, is the connection to all the reboots and sequels that dominate Hollywood these days. Sticking with the familiar is a formula that currently pays dividends for the major studios because it minimizes financial risk, but I imagine it's also possible that they're feeding the urge for nostalgia that permeates a good deal of our culture. The biggest filmmakers - guys like Nolan, Cameron, Tarantino - seem to be the only ones who mainstream audiences will take a chance on when it comes to original ideas, and even they're not guaranteed studio support sometimes. It's no wonder we end up consuming the same product again and again.

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Love is Strange

There was a line in Love is Strange that stood out for me because it spoke directly to my experience. John Lithgow says something along the lines of how you learn more about a person than you'd like to when you're forced to live with them. I was already friends with Max when I moved in with him during my sojourn in Columbus, and we're still friends today, but without getting into too many details, there were definitely times when we got on each other's nerves. Part of it had to do with the fact that I was moving into his place, as opposed to the two of us getting a place together, but mostly it was discovering how different our lifestyles were. I had never spent so much time living with someone other than family before, and this kinda took me by surprise, because I believed, perhaps nievely, that it would be the opposite.

The lead characters in this domestic drama go through a similar experience. Lithgow and Alfred Molina are a newlywed couple who, when forced out of their apartment (and after Molina's character loses his job), have to live separately with friends and relations until they get back on their feet. There's more to the story, but what stuck with me was the whole notion of how such circumstances force you to reevaluate how you see those who you love and trust most. Living with Max tested our friendship for sure, but we got through it. I like to think I wasn't a great burden on him, at least I hope I wasn't, and he has told me that he learned from the experience, which is encouraging. And of course, I remain eternally grateful for him letting me opening his home to me for as long as he did.

As for the movie itself, it's very nice. I was totally convinced that Molina and Lithgow were a couple; they had outstanding chemistry together. And there was some nice usage of New York city streets as a background. A very reflective movie that draws you into it. Worth seeing.