Purpose of Great Cinema

If a movie doesn’t make you feel a little extra something, perhaps a slight sense of elation or the good kind of sadness, or a deeper appreciation of how radiant or cruel life can seem at times or how quickly it’s all over…if a movie doesn’t intensify your feelings about life to some degree then what the hell’s the point?

Who besides downhead critics would want you to see a film that makes you feel a bit less enthused about the basic experience of living, a film that imparts a slight sense of gloom or depression or resignation about the daily struggle of trying to keep our lives focused and sensible and semi-productive and on track, and without succumbing to stupid, life-diminishing addictions…I’ve seen plenty of films that have left me with feelings of terrible depression, and many of these films have been escapist in nature. Then again I was also deeply brought down by The Power of the Dog.

So I guess I’m basically asking “what sad or solemn or melancholy films have left you with an enhanced appreciation of life?”

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Don’t Look At Ears

Fair warning: If you don’t want to get hung up about the shape of ears on certain people, you have to make a serious effort not to look at them in the first place. Seriously, don’t go there. Because once you look at one pair of funny ears (or a person with one funny ear and one normal one), you won’t be able to stop and from then on your entire observational life will be about ears, ears, ears, ears, ears and more ears. And once this kicks in, there’s no escaping it. So I’m warning you with absolute sincerity — don’t start.

What’s Wrong With This Poster?

We all understand William Shakespeare‘s version (or vision) of Richard III — a bent-over hunchback with a large nose, unequal legs, a shrivelled arm…”deformed, unfinished.”

And yet the King Richard who appears in the poster for Stephen FrearsThe Lost King (portrayed by Harry Lloyd) stands straight and tall without a hump on his back or any other noticable deformity, and smiling peacefully to boot. Which leaves the viewer no choice but to ask “why?”

Shakespeare aside, there’s no question that the actual, original Richard III had a deformed spine, and we’ve all seen how Laurence Olivier, Ian McKellan, Ralph Fiennes and Al Pacino have shuffled around, almost like Charles Laughton‘s Quasimodo. So right away you’re saying “what the fuck?”

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Transformation

43 and 1/3 years ago Laurence Olivier, recipient of an AMPAS Life Achievement Award, delivered one of the most movingly written and eloquently phrased thank you speeches in Hollywood history. So moving that at the 6:03 mark Jon Voight all but doubled over and was close to tears…one of the greatest “oh, wow!” reactions to a speech in Oscar history.

The 41 year-old Voight, who won a Best Actor Oscar later that evening for his performance as a paraplegic in Coming Home, was clearly open to all kinds of currents and vibrations at that moment, and yet 30 years later Voight had become a staunch rightie and a serious hater of Barack Obama. What a long, strange trip of a life.

That said, Voight, fiend that he’s become, has always been a great actor. I loved his grizzled fixer character in Heat.

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Never Again…Ever

And you know what else? HE is going to compile a list of critics who went triple-quadruple apeshit over Jane Campion‘s film when it premiered at Telluride. I will do so in the service of a thought that’s worth contemplating: “How can you trust any critic who would sing bizarre arias and urge you to see such a grim, joyless and oppressive slog of a film?”

The critics who did ecstatic cartwheels over The Power of the Dog are the reason that people hate critics.

HE was mixed: “To me watching The Power of the Dog felt like work; it made me feel vaguely trapped. I walked out scratching my head and muttering ‘what?’ No fist fights, no gunshots, etc. And clearly the work of a gifted filmmaker. But it wasn’t for me. I knew that within minutes.”

Unreliable Narrators

To use a Michael Caine-ism, Self-Styled Siren (aka Farren Smith Nehme) has blown the bloody doors off the urban myth about John Wayne being so angry at Sacheen Littlefeather for reading Marlon Brando‘s statement about declining the 1972 Best Actor Oscar that he had to be restrained by six security guys lest he physically assault or throw her off the stage.

Was Wayne, standing backstage, angry about the Brando statement? Yes, he was. But the rest is almost certainly bullshit, folks! Probably “never happened,” says Self-Styled Siren. It’s basically a tall tale that’s been passed along from one shady narrator to the next for decades.

So who’s at fault? Littlefeather, 75, is the most recent myth-bearer. SSS reports that Littlefeather didn’t actually witness an enraged Wayne being restrained by security guys. Or maybe she did…who knows? On 8.16.22 NPR quoted Littlefeather claiming that Wayne “attempted to assault me onstage…he had to be restrained by six security men in order to prevent him from doing exactly that.” Two days later she told Variety‘s Zack Sharf that Wayne “came forth in a rage to physically assault and take me off the stage. And he had to be restrained by six security men in order for that not to happen.”

The suspicion is that Littlefeather has primarily been repeating what she’s heard or has come to believe. Considering Wayne’s longstanding reputation as a racist conservative who once called Native Americans “greedy” for not sharing land with white settlers, Littlefeather, a Native American activist, is understandably sympathetic to any anti-Wayne narrative that comes along.

Who hatched the myth about Wayne being restrained? The original bad guys, SSS reports, are late Oscar show producer-director Marty Pasetta and (apparently) British writer Joan Sadler. But the biggest bullshitter…okay, the most questionable storyteller was Sadler, it appears. The only problem is that SSS provides no article sourcing, and that information about Sadler is quite scant.

It all started with Pasetta saying in 1974 that Wayne was “in an uproar” over the Brando-Littlefeather statement. (Uproar, in this context, refers to an angry vocal response.) And yet at the time Pasetta didn’t mention Wayne wanting to physically assault or intimidate Littlefeather.

Seven years later Sadler came along, according to SSS, with a 1981 article that (partially?) focused on the 1973 incident and which mentioned “six security men” who had allegedly restrained Wayne. SSS offers no link to the Sadler piece, but here’s the passage in question: “Backstage the late John Wayne, ever game for a scrap with the Indians, wanted to bound on stage to personally eject Littlefeather before she could speak. It took six men to hold him back.”

Seven years later, in 1988, Pasetta finally began talking about the security guys and Wayne threatening to drag Littlefeather off the stage. Why Marty hadn’t mentioned this any time previously is anyone’s guess.

So let’s just say that the mysterious Sadler did it, and that Pasetta (who was killed in 2015 by a drunk driver in Palm Desert) jumped into the pool after the water had already been warmed up by Sadler. And then, years later, Littlefeather decided that the same swimming pool water seemed inviting and so she became a proponent of the “six security men” blah blah.

This, in any event, is what SSS has concluded, and considering that she committed a fair amount of study and shoe-leather reporting, it’s fair to give her the benefit of the doubt.

If I hadn’t titled this article “Unreliable Narrators,” I would have gone with “Sadler and Pasetta Did it.”

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