Kung Fu Carradine

So David Carradine is gone, found hanging in a Bangkok hotel room. And he wasn’t that old either (i.e., plenty of gas in the tank). I’m sorry for the guy and his loved ones. He was working on a film so it’s not like he was destitute, but then he apparently had flirted with the idea of offing himself from time to time.

His last public appearance, to my knowledge, was at Santa Monica’s Aero theatre during a panel discussion following a screening of Hal Ashby‘s Bound for Glory, in which Carradine played Woody Guthrie.

I don’t have a favorite Carradine performance per se, but I’ve always had a soft spot for his work in Larry Cohen‘s Q — The Winged Serpent. His Kill Bill performance never did it for me.. But I liked him in Martin Scorsese‘s Boxcar Bertha. I don’t mean to sound facile. The man is dead and I’m sorry. Better to hang out than to fade away.

Away They Went

Film in Focus coverage of Tuesday night’s Manhattan premiere of Sam MendesAway We Go, which I couldn’t attend due to seeing The Hangover and then going to the Nurse Jackie premiere.

Beware of Strangelove Bluray

The forthcoming 45th anniversary Dr. Strangelove Bluray (Sony Home Video, 6.16) is more than a visual disappointment — it’s a flat-out burn. I paid $35 bills for it yesterday afternoon and I’m seething. It’s hands down the worst grainstorm experience since Criterion’s The Third Man because Sony’s preservation and restoration guy Grover Crisp went the monk-purist route in the remastering and retained every last shard of grain in the original film elements. No John Lowry-styled finessing whatsoever.


Capture from the new Dr. Strangelove Bluray, out on 6.16.

Captured from the 2001 “special edition” DVD.

I understand and respect the fact that Dr. Strangelove (’64) was always intended to look somewhat grainy. I realize that the inside-the-B-52 scenes used source lighting and that the combat footage outside Burpleson Air Force base was supposed to resemble newsreel footage, and these conditions were meant to result in stark and unprettified images. Which is fine. But I’ve been watching this film for decades and the Bluray version is easily the grainiest rendering yet. The grain isn’t just noticable — it’s looks much more explicit.

I’m speaking of an aesthetic concern common to all Bluray discs of older black-and-white films, which is that Bluray masterings and Bluray viewings on any decent-sized plasma or LCD screen (I have a 42-incher) tend to make the untreated natural grain elements in an older monochrome film seem much more vivid and distinct. The result is that this new Bluray version could almost be called a kind of remake. It’s Strangelove reshot in a low-lying Egyptian swamp with Peter Sellers, Sterling Hayden, George C. Scott, Slim Pickens and Keenan Wynn covered in swarms of micro-sized mosquitoes.

For comparison’s sake I popped in my favorite Dr. Strangelove DVD, which is the 2001 “special edition” with the full 1.33 to 1 aspect ratio intact. My Sony Bluray player and 42-inch plasma screen makes this version look a bit grainier than it did on my old 36-inch Sony analog flatscreen, but at least the grain isn’t amplified and underlined like it is on the Bluray, and the alternating 1.33 to a and 1.66 to 1 aspect ratio means you’ve got a taller and fuller (i.e., more aesthetically correct) image to boot.

Repeating the rant and caveat emptor — the visual textures contained in the new Strangelove Bluray make it a total visual rip. Do not buy this thing. If you have an old set with a seven-year-old DVD player or a newish plasma or LCD with a Bluray player, buy the 2001 “special edition” Strangelove and stay with it. It obviously doesn’t have the image density that the Bluray version has but you’ll be seeing more of what Stanley Kubrick originally shot and it looks reasonably acceptable in terms of sharpness and monochrome tonal correctness, etc.. And it looks somewhat less grainy and is therefore less problematic. Not a perfect rendering but better than the Bluray.

I obviously haven’t addressed the Bluray extras — the documentaries, the intro section and chaptering graphics, the packaging, etc. All of these elements are fine, entertaining, attractive, stimulating, first-rate.

Obama in Cairo

The text of President Barack Obama‘s speech today in Cairo. I found it well phrased, intelligent, empathetic but frank, morally correct, etc. The haters on all sides will pause for a few minutes out of respect before reverting right back to square one

“Ya Got Me”

I’ve said this once before but the just-out Graduate Bluray, which looks very good but not magnificent, has prompted a restatement. One of my all-time favorite cuts (floating air mattress becoming a post-coital moment on a hotel bed) begins at 2:12. When’s the last time a mainstream film used a cut of this type? It’s almost like there’s a federal law with penalties stating that editors can’t go there. Unless I’m forgetting something.

Reading Material

Asking again: if anyone has a PDF screenplay for James Brooks‘ untitled romantic comedy, please get in touch and we’ll swap. I have lots of scripts. Variety‘s story about Jack Nicholson being cast as Paul Rudd‘s blueblood dad got me going. Reese Witherspoon and Owen Wilson will costar. Brooks’ story reportedly “involves a love triangle, with Rudd (playing a white-collar executive) and Wilson both vying for Witherspoon’s affections,” etc.

Half Assed

Land of the Lost “is halfway toward amusing, which means it’s just as close to awful” writes Slate‘s Nick Schrager. “Given not only its adult tone, but also the impudence it shows its source material, this remake of the nostalgia-beloved 1974 Sid and Marty Krofft TV series — here reconfigured into the tale of Dr. Rick Marshall’s (Will Ferrell) journey sideways in time to a parallel universe where the past, present, and future collide–often flirts with the type of wild-abandon absurdity that demarcates Ferrell’s successes from failures.

“Such nonsense, however, is dutifully interspersed with straightforward poop jokes, smashing chases, and screaming CG effects that feel limply desperate, misguided concessions to an audience that one can assume would be just as content to have Ferrell goofily deconstruct the very nature of such an unnecessary project. Dadist ridiculousness is what Land of the Lost practically begs for, yet stuck somewhere between off-the-wall foolishness and turgid conventionality, what it mostly delivers instead is mirth-challenged mush.”

The Roasting

The legend is that whenever disaster movie director Irwin Allen yelled “cut!” on the set, the next words out of his mouth would always be “is everyone okay?” Allen’s The Towering Inferno (’74), which he directed the action sequences for (while John Guillermin handled the straight-dialogue scenes), is pricey merd, of course. And yet I’ve watched it several times for the cheap and tawdry thrills (i.e., watching actors pretend to die horribly), and because of a sense of oddly enjoyable revulsion I get out of hearing the awful Maureen McGovern sing “We May Never Love Like This Again.”


Fox Home Video’s Towering Inferno Bluray comes out on 7.14.09.

I’m a huge fan of that little “I’m okay, baby” look that the damp-towel-protected Robert Wagner gives his girlfriend (Susan Flannery) before running out of an office suite and immediately getting roasted alive — delicious! Plus I’ve never been able to get enough of watching Flannery, Jennifer Jones, Robert Vaughn and Richard Chamberlain fall over 100 stories to their deaths. And I’ve always respected the fact that instead of succumbing to cynicism over taking a straight-paycheck job, costars Steve McQueen and Paul Newman man up and deliver solid, earnest performances.

“In the DVD commentary, it is pointed out that because both McQueen and Newman were promised the same pay and identical number of lines of dialog,” says the film’s Wikipedia page. “One actor had to go back to the studio to shoot additional scenes to equalize the final number of lines of dialogue.”

“Bonjour, madame…”

The Maysles brothers’ Meet Marlon Brando (’65) gets more entertaining every time I see it. The man was so far ahead of his time, so properly and good-naturedly disdainful of the old p.r. hubba-hubba routine, such a hound, so clearly attracted to any woman of color, so quick to narrow his eyes as he absorbs the yakkety-yak. No embed code but well worth watching.

Nurse Jackie-o

Jett and I missed last night’s 7 pm showing of the first two episodes of Showtime’s Nurse Jackie, which will debut next Monday. But we attended the party — a Peggy Siegal event at the Parker Meridien — and ran into Jackie star Edie Falco, director Paul Schrader, former Fox News entertainment reporter and standup comic Bill McCuddy, Richard Jenkins and an assortment of journo pals. Here’s the entire first episode, and Ken Tucker‘s review in the current EW. Here‘s Movieline‘s Stu Van Airsdale with his quotes and two cents.


Nurse Jackie star Edie Falco (l.) and friend at last night’s premiere party at Manhattan’s Parker Meridien.

Richard Jenkins, Roger Friedman

Hitchcockian Subtext

Alfred Hitchcock made a mystery guest appearance on What’s My Line? in 1954. At the end of his stint some very lascivious dialogue [here‘s an mp3] transpired between himself and host John Daly:

Daly: “With a great many other thousands of people I’ve enjoyed Rear Window and last night I was in Atlantic City and I met miss Grace Kelly, who is one of your stars.”

Hitchcock: “What did you do about it?”

Daly: “Well!….I had my wife and three children along and said it was very nice to meet her and said to Mrs. Daly she’s a very handsome gal.”

Hitchcock: “What a pity.”

That’s Hitchcock for you — decorously lewd to the last, always alluding to the libidinal, etc.