Mark Frenden’s GATE CRASHERS logo and title treatment is 90% satisfying. Because the red title is off-balance and a bit oddball— it doesn’t quite stand up to the big funny ape. And we don’t really need the Oscar statuette. Am I wrong?
Mark Frenden’s GATE CRASHERS logo and title treatment is 90% satisfying. Because the red title is off-balance and a bit oddball— it doesn’t quite stand up to the big funny ape. And we don’t really need the Oscar statuette. Am I wrong?
So it’s reasonable to presume that some kind of feisty slap-around might happen from time to time. Presumably Walz has prepared some zingers a la Lloyd Bentsen to Dan Quayle (“Senator, you’re no Jack Kennedy”), and I mean something more here-and-now than just calling Vance “weird.” Vance will lie his ass off, of course.
Barring a limo trip to JFK or LGA, HE expects to live-blog this evening’s 9 pm debate, airing on CBS and coming from the CBS Broadcast Center on West 57th Street (between 10th and 11th avenues).
I fell into a yeah-whatever, low-energy chat with a couple of Zoomer women (early to mid 20s) earlier today. We mainly discussed 2024 NYFF flicks vs. recent Cannes and Telluride headliners.
One of them resembled the young Anne Bancroft, except her hair was longish (close to the length of Bancroft’s Mrs. Robinson) and blonde instead of gray-streaked. She didn’t have Bancroft’s Bronx accent but kind of a tough-but-bruised Italian-girl vibe. I was struck by her penetrating, drill-bit eyes and a slightly arched Bancroft-y nose. She wasn’t a dead ringer for Mel Brooks’ wife of 41 years, but the resemblance was certainly there.
I wasn’t going to say anything but then I blurted it out. Does she get the Bancroft resemblance thing now and then?
She didn’t know who Bancroft was. She’d never heard the name. I mentioned The Graduate, and she’d never heard of that either. Her friend chimed in — “Wait, I know The Graduate…I think.” I recited the basic plot — college grad falls into a lackluster affair with wife of his father’s business partner, and then falls seriously in love with their college-aged daughter.
“So you’re kind of a movie buff, buying film festival tickets ,” I started to say.
“I’m a fake movie person,” she replied.
“Okay but you should probably watch The Graduate some day…you’ll see what I mean.”
“Thanks for telling me,” she said.
I asked them both if they’re planning to see the Bob Dylan movie with Timothee Chalamet. They hadn’t heard of A Complete Unknown but know who Chalamet is and had possibly heard of Dylan, but I didn’t want to grill them.
I’d overheard Bancroft Jr. mentioning Lady Gaga to her friend, so I asked if she was looking forward to Joker: Folie a Deux. She hadn’t heard of it.
It’s one thing if a 20something who’s vaguely into movies hasn’t seen The Graduate, but to have never even heard of it?
[Initially posted six years ago — 8.12.18]
If there’s one thing film twitter wants you to abandon, it’s your comfort zone. Be brave, step over the fence and experience the exotic, uncertain, challenging realms that exist outside of your little piddly backyard. Of course!
Hollywood Elsewhere agrees that people who refuse to step outside of their c.z. are missing so much and absorbing so little in the way of life-giving nutrients or eye-opening realizations. I’ve been in rooms with people who don’t want to see what they don’t want to see, and it’s not pretty. The wrong kind of vibe.
On the other hand I’ve always defined “comfort zone” in a different way. To me a comfort movie is one that presents three basic things.
One, semi-recognizable human behavior (i.e., bearing at least some resemblance to that which you’ve observed in your own life, including your own something-to-be-desired, occasionally less-than-noble reactions to this or that challenge).
Two, some kind of half-believable story in which various behaviors are subjected to various forms of emotional or psychological stress and strain. (This should naturally include presentations of inner human psychology, of course, as most people tend to hide what they’re really thinking or scheming to attain.)
And three, action that adheres to the universal laws of physics — i.e., rules that each and every life form has been forced to submit to since the beginning of time.
The physics thing basically means that I can enjoy or at least roll with superhero fantasy popcorn fare, but on the other hand these films have a way of delivering a form of profound irritation and even depression if you watch enough of them.
There are, in short, many ways of telling stories that (a) contain recognizable human behavior, (b) engaging stories and (c) adhere to basic laws of gravity, inertia and molecular density.
I’m talking about tens of thousands of square miles of human territory, and movies that include Her, Solaris, Boyhood, Betrayal, Children of Men, Leviathan, Thelma and Louise, Superbad, Cold War, Across 110th Street, Shoot the Piano Player, Them!, A Separation, The Silence, Se7en, Holy Motors, Silver Linings Playbook, The Death of Mr. Lazarescu, Hold That Ghost, The Miracle Worker, The Wolf Man, Ikiru, Crossfire, Long Day’s Journey Into Night, Duck Soup, Moonlighting, What’s Up, Tiger Lily?, the better screwball comedies of the ’30s, The Blob, First Reformed, Ichi the Killer, The Equalizer 2, Adaptation, Four Months, Three Weeks and Two Days, Punch Drunk Love, Out Of the Past, Danton, Some Like It Hot, The Big Sky and God knows how many hundreds or thousands of others.
But if a movie presents human behavior that I regard as completely unrecognizable or nonsensical, that insists on ignoring the way things are out there (or “in” there), I tune out. And if you don’t like that, tough.
A movie about tomatoes, carrots, apples and cucumbers longing to experience more exciting or fulfilling lives or at least looking to avoid being picked, cooked and eaten by humans….fine. But a movie about supermarket hot dogs, hot dog rolls and other processed foods having the same human dimensions and desires…get outta here.
Another way to explain my c.z. concept is a series of concentric-circle realms that I use to measure and calibrate.
The innermost realm is my own life story, my own limitations and weaknesses, the forces and personalities that I’ve personally known and dealt with (or have run away from).
The second realm is defined by the experiences of others — friends and family, characters I’ve read about or come to know in movies or plays, anything that has crossed my radar screen and/or intruded into my turf that has seemed to make at least some kind of basic sense.
The third realm is one of odd happenstance or surreal imaginings or derangements or mystical wonder — anything weird or extra-spiritual or wackjobby or beyond-rational that doesn’t “add up” but is nonetheless an aspect or outgrowth of our life on this planet (or other planets…what the hell).
Anything that comes from the fourth, fifth or sixth realms (don’t ask me to define them) may or may not work for me. I’m theoretically open to these realms, but I’m only human and am therefore partial to the first three. This is one reason why I have a problem with films directed by Michel Gondry. Sorry.
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