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Saturday
May162009

In Which Hitchcock's Ten Finest Informs The Present Moment

Hitchcock's Best

Hitchcock told French director François Truffaut: "There are two men sitting in a train going to Scotland and one man says to the other, 'Excuse me, sir, but what is that strange parcel you have on the luggage rack above you?' 'Oh,' says the other, 'that's a Macguffin.' 'Well,' says the first man, 'what's a Macguffin?' The other answers, 'It's an apparatus for trapping lions in the Scottish Highlands.' 'But,' says the first man, 'there are no lions in the Scottish Highlands.' 'Well,' says the other, 'then that's no Macguffin.'"

10. North by Northwest

The title (from Hamlet's "I am but mad north-northwest: when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw") is the clue to the mad geography and improbable plot. The compass seems to be spinning as the action hops all over the U.S., people rush about in the wrong direction, and, for no particular reason, the hero-played by Cary Grant-heads north (by Northwest Airlines). It goes on too long, and the script seems shaped to accommodate various set pieces (such as the chase on Mount Rushmore) that he wants to put in.

But it has a classic sequence, in which a crop-dusting plane tries to dust Grant, and it has a genial, sophisticated, comic tone. Just about everybody in it is a spy or a government agent (except Grant, who is mistaken for one). His performance is very smooth and appealing, and he looks so fit that he gets by with having Jessie Royce Landis, who was born the same year he was, playing his mother. - Pauline Kael

9. Strangers on a Train

Alfred Hitchcock's bizarre, malicious comedy, in which the late Robert Walker brought sportive originality to the role of the chilling wit, dear degenerate Bruno; it's intensely enjoyable - in some ways the best of Alfred Hitchcock's American films. The murder plot is so universally practical that any man may adapt it to his needs: Bruno perceives that though he cannot murder his father with impunity, someone else could; when he meets the unhappily married tennis player Guy (Farley Granger), he murders Guy's wife for him and expects Guy to return the favor. Technically, the climax of the film is the celebrated runaway merry-go-round, but the high point of excitement and amusement is Bruno trying to recover his cigarette lighter while Guy plays a fantastically nerve-racking tennis match.

Even this high point isn't what we remember best - which is Robert Walker. It isn't often that people think about a performance in a Alfred Hitchcock movie; usually what we recall are bits of "business" - the stump finger in The 39 Steps, the windmill turning the wrong way in Foreign Correspondent, etc. But Walker's performance is what gives this movie much of its character and its peculiar charm. It is typical of Hollywood's brand of perversity that Raymond Chandler was never hired to adapt any of his own novels for the screen; he was, however, employed on Double Indemnity and Strangers on a Train (which is based on a novel by anti-Semite Patricia Highsmith). Chandler (or someone-perhaps Czenzi Ormonde, who's also credited) provided Hitchcock with some of the best dialogue that ever graced a thriller. - Pauline Kael

8. Rear Window

All the best films of the next few decades borrowed from this. There's a reason he was worshiped in Europe and beloved by the French. He redefined diegetic point of view and made it fun to be the watcher. It's like he understood semiotics so instinctively that he always knew where to put the camera. Only the acting here is outdated. It badly deserves a remake, and we really, really, really love this casting:

It's really a shame. They would have been the greatest celeb couple of all time.

7. The Birds

If you haven't seen The Birds, you probably think it's just a highbrow Arachnophobia. On the contrary - the film begins with a completely different plot, and the incident in the title is expertly woven in.

Hitchcock:

Truffaut understood very well that I depend on style more than plot. It is how you do it, and not your content that makes you an artist. A story is simply a motif, just as a painter might paint a bowl of fruit just to give him something to be painting. Once the screenplay is finished, I'd just as soon not make the film at all. All the fun is over. I have a strongly visual mind.

I visualize a picture right down to the final cuts. I write all this out in the greatest detail in the script, and then I don't look at the script while I'm shooting. I know it off by heart, just as an orchestra conductor needs not look at the score. It's melancholy to shoot a picture. When you finish the script, the film is perfect. But in shooting it you lose perhaps 40 per cent of your original conception.

master of paradox

6. Notorious

When he was very small, Alfred Hitchcock was sent down to the local police station with a note from his father. The superintendent read the note and locked young Alfred in a cell for five or ten minutes, saying, 'That is what we do to naughty boys.' The incident was probably not as dire as it sounds, and Hitchcock himself is offhand enough about it.

Still, the collusion of paternal and civil authorities must have been unsettling, and the flavor of the story persists into many of Hitchcock's films, where more or less well-meaning representatives of order regularly commit, or are on the edge of committing, horrible injustices in the name of reason and probability.

5. Psycho

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Those viewing Psycho today take it entirely out of context. Among the most imitated of Hitchcock's films, it is a masterpiece of production and and filmmaking over script and acting. It may in fact be the best directed film in light of its script and budget ever made.

4. The Taking of Mr. Pelham

A forty minute episode of Hitchcock's series Alfred Hitchcock Presents, it was one of only two episodes of the show directed by him. Everything about it is note perfect. It may be the finest piece of television drama ever conceived. What he does here on like three sets is absolutely jaw-dropping.

3. Shadow of a Doubt

When Hitchcock saw the Mel Brooks 1977 comedy-spoof of his work, High Anxiety, he enjoyed it, but Brooks initially feared that Hitchcock was not pleased because he walked out of the movie when it was over. Days later, Brooks' fear proved untrue as Hitchcock had sent Brooks a bottle of champagne

2. Rebecca

1. Vertigo

Over and over in his films, Hitchcock took delight in literally and figuratively dragging his women through the mud--humiliating them, spoiling their hair and clothes as if lashing at his own fetishes. Judy, in Vertigo, is the closest he came to sympathizing with the female victims of his plots. And Novak, criticized at the time for playing the character too stiffly, has made the correct acting choices: Ask yourself how you would move and speak if you were in unbearable pain, and then look again at Judy. - Roger Ebert

I suppose that if I were hard-pressed to answer this question – and I suppose I am – I'd have to say Bernard Herrmann's score for Vertigo (1958). Hitchcock's film is about obsession, which means that it's about circling back to the same moment, again and again. Which is probably why there are so many spirals and circles in the imagery – Stewart following Novak in the car, the staircase at the tower, the way Novak's hair is styled, the camera movement that circles around Stewart and Novak after she's completed her transformation in the hotel room, not to mention Saul Bass' brilliant opening credits, or that amazing animated dream sequence. And the music is also built around spirals and circles, fulfilment and despair. Herrmann really understood what Hitchcock was going for – he wanted to penetrate to the heart of obsession. - Martin Scorsese

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Wednesday
May132009

In Which A Spirit Rises And Falls

This Man Killed The Spirit

by ELEANOR MORROW

The Spirit

102 minutes

dir. Frank Miller

There are three things necessary for a movie to be a genuine disaster. First is that it must be tremendously, titanicly misunderstood by critics and casual viewers alike. Second is the inevitable lack of financial success given the film's inappropriately gargantuan budget. And third and usually ignored is that the film must be awful without directly saying so — in other words, it must have some elements of being memorable, but fuck them up so badly as to be irredeemable.

Anything that came from legendary Jewish comic artist Will Eisner has to have some promise on its face. If you have never read The Spirit, don't let the fact that Frank Miller was dropped on his head as a child prevent you from seeking out the comic.

More than anything else, Will Eisner's The Spirit is hilarious. Its foppish hero is cause for guffaws, with a revolutionary bent in how he approaches women and evil and evil women. The Spirit is a comedy, a broad comedy with something for everybody, finding the fun in everything. So it seems all the stranger that the most humorless man in comics would be the one to redo The Spirit.

frank miller is the bane of my existence

Frank, moron that he is, isn't the only culprit. Whoever cast this film should be doomed to spend the rest of their days casting the contemporary update of the classic ABC sitcom, Step by Step. Every single actor in The Spirit is wrong for their respective role, starting with the personality-free lead. Gabriel Macht's career was hopefully ended by this sexless hero jaunt.

Well, surely Johnny Depp or Clive Owen or Jude Law could have gotten at least one laugh from the most ludicrous hero-story ever done in comic book form.


Still, The Spirit doesn't succeed or fail on the basis of its lead; he also needs a full supporting cast. First to go was the borderline racist ways of Spirit's African-American sidekick, Ebony White. That's a forgivable omission given the politically correct times we live in, but somehow along with Ebony's departure goes all the humor and mayhem he brought from the original. I barely understood a word Scarlett Johanssen or Eva Mendes said in the movie, although I did gather that Eva photocopying her ass was supposed to substitute for a major plot twist.

The "story", such as there is one, is that The Spirit's nemesis the Octopus wants to become immortal. Since recapping any more of the plot would likely make my pituary gland explode in Frank's favorite bloody display of gore, I will stop now. No more people need know what happens in this piece of shit than is necessary.


Robert Rodriguez, in between banging leading ladies (Rose MacGowan, Dakota Fanning), co-directed the adaptation of Miller's best ever work in any genre, the adaptation of his comic Sin City, and was able by sheer virtue of his kinetic directorial brilliance to make the film good — so good that Miller would be offered The Spirit, guiding it to a domestic gross of around $17 million. Yikes. We can only hope someone got fired as a result of that decision.

Having deprived The Spirit of his comic foil, Miller has to replace the airtime with something. He gives Octopus a young femme scientist and casts Scarlett Johanssen to play her. Despite her utter lack of acting ability, Scarlett is sometimes useful as eye candy or comic relief, but Miller's script does her no favors. He is clearly in love with her, but like most men he has no idea what, exactly, to do with her.

Given The Spirit's roster of interesting women, it's an incredible feat that Miller reduces them all to boring, fawning stereotypes. He wouldn't know a strong woman if she flashed him in the face. Instead the women of Center City are consigned to lavish black and white backgrounds and vibrant lips, instead of any interesting drama or comedy. This is barely a movie. It is more like a trailer, and it doesn't even do a very good job of encouraging you to watch it.

So Frank Miller made a piece of shit that no one saw, you say. Big deal. What you don't understand is how much there was to make into a movie, how funny and action-packed The Spirit the comic is, and how its characters even within their tiny frames loom larger than life.

There's a flashback to The Spirit's younger days as Denny Colt that gives us a taste of what this movie might have been - the thrill of the unexpected that Sin City gave a glimpse of when it wasn't lovingly photographing Bruce Willis' bald head. Miller shows us The Spirit as a younger man, before he died and came back to life. He's like any other boy, except something great is going to happen to him. The problem is that something never comes.

Eleanor Morrow is the senior contributor to This Recording. She tumbls here.

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Tuesday
May122009

In Which We Try To Figure Out How We Got To Here

Screwball Comedies And Great Female Characters

by MOLLY LAMBERT

Since we've been lamenting the current state of the romantic comedy a lot lately, I thought I'd take it back to see if we can figure out just how things got so bad. I hope Zach Galifianakis got paid in bricks of gold hash for classing up the horrendous What Happens In Vegas, and it's equally sad to see the fabulous Michelle Monaghan relegated to playing the Dermot Mulroney role in My Best Friend's Maid Of Honor after her indelible turn as a fast-talking dame in Shane Black's awesome Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.

Joan Blondell, Sex Object With A Smart Mouth

It's important to remember well written smart and sexy female characters have been known to exist in film, and that a battle between comedic equals is ten times more interesting (and hotter!) than a bromance. How much better could Wedding Crashers have been had they given Rachel McAdams something to do besides stand still and look pretty? Anyone who's seen Mean Girls knows what a fierce comic actress she is.

James Cagney & Joan Blondell

The Screwball Comedies of the thirties and forties really were a Golden Age of well-matched onscreen couples. Film critics like A.O. Scott and Anthony Lane, and David Denby are not just whistling Dixie when they claim that it was better back then. I have no idea why movies like Leatherheads and Intolerable Cruelty fall flat. I mean, I have SOME idea but that's another post.

Cary Grant & Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday

The best battles in the gender wars these days are being waged offscreen. i.e. Tina Fey and Judd Apatow, Hillary and Obama, Diablo Cody and Joe Francis. Hopefully Tina and Diablo's successes will open some doors in the Old Boys Club (yes it still exists, especially in Hollywood).

Myrna Loy in The Thin Man

Women remain a much underserved audience and we deserve much better than How To Lose A Guy Wearing 27 Dresses. I'm just thankful the discussions have finally been opened back up. There are many millions of different modes for being male and female in the modern age. Maybe someday soon we'll get to see some romantic comedies that geniunely reflect that. Lord knows Woody Allen's not gonna make them.

Carole Lombard in My Man Godfrey

Claudette Colbert (has our birthday!) in It Happened One Night

Cary Grant and Kate Hepburn in Bringing Up Baby

On the set of Bringing Up Baby the costume department stole Katherine Hepburn's slacks from her dressing room after the studio brass ordered that she wear a dress or skirt onscreen. She walked around the studio in her underwear and refused to put anything else on until they were returned.

Kate and Cary: Two Bisexuals I'd Go Polyamorous For

Hepburn and Grant with the titular Baby

Barbara Stanwyck holds the cards in The Lady Eve

Kate Hepburn takes the wheel from Spencer Tracy in Adam's Rib

The literary critic Stanley Cavell has noted that many classic screwball comedies turn on an interlude in the state of Connecticut (Bringing Up Baby, The Lady Eve, The Awful Truth).

Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert in It Happened One Night

William Powell and Carole Lombard in My Man Godfrey

 

Hepburn takes Tracy to court in Adam's Rib

My Favorite Screwball Comedy Directors:

Ernst Lubitsch

Preston Sturges

Frank Capra

Howard Hawks

Gregory La Cava

George Cukor

Spencer Tracy, William Powell, Jean Harlow & Myrna Loy make it a foursome in Libeled Lady

I just saw Libeled Lady and it was remarkably good. Based on the title I assumed it'd be a pre-code fallen woman film, but it's definitely a screwball comedy with a great cast and a tight script.

Kay Francis and Miriam Hopkins in Trouble In Paradise

Billy Wilder wrote seminal Screwball Ninotchka but didn't direct it. The Apartment is not technically a Screwball Comedy (having been made in 1960) but it has a lot of classic Screwball elements (ditto Some Like It Hot).

Miriam Hopkins and Herbert Marshall get the Lubitsch Touch

The Screwball (baseball pitch) was invented in 1934.

Joel McCrea & Veronica Lake in Sullivan's Travels: "Who's Lubitsch?"

William Powell and Myrna Loy as The Thin Man's Nick and Nora Charles (The Hays Code = separate beds, even for spouses)

Gary Cooper and Claudette Colbert in Bluebeard's Eighth Wife

Miriam Hopkins between two fags in the toned-down movie version of Noel Coward's considerably gayer play Design For Living

Carole Lombard kicks John Barrymore's ass in Twentieth Century

Molly Lambert is the hilarious answer to who wears the pants at This Recording.

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