Thursday, October 19, 2006

ROBERT ALDRICH BLOGATHON—Saint Joan and Baby Jane


Imagine this. You are a young, naïve gay boy recently arrived in San Francisco during the mid-70s. On one of your first dates you are invited to a screening of Robert Aldrich's Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? at the Castro Theatre. The palatial moviehouse is filled with an unruly audience of hissing queens. You feel you have been thrown into a snakepit and have deep concerns about your safety. They seem to have no self-control and laugh at things you consider worthy of serious attention. But eventually you begin to understand. This is not just about politely watching a movie on a screen. This is about an interactive movie experience and a stellar example of audience reception. It all comes home when pitiable Joan Crawford whines: "You wouldn't be able to do these awful things to me if I weren't still in this chair!" Without missing a beat the entire audience shouts out in glee: "But ya ARE, Blanche! Ya ARE in that chair!" The ensuing raucous laughter is as thrilling as a hallucinogen.

One of my most treasured cinematic memories! And among one of my most treasured cinematic paraphernalia is a hardbound first edition autographed copy of Joan Crawford's autobiography, A Portrait of Joan, published in 1962; the same year Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? shocked American audiences. Sadly, the last movie Joan mentions in her autobiography is the 1959 vehicle The Best of EverythingWhatever Happened to Baby Jane? hadn't been filmed yet—and just as unfortunately she doesn't even mention Robert Aldrich and their earlier collaboration Autumn Leaves (1956). So as ardently as I'd hoped to offer some key anecdotes by Crawford on Aldrich, the source is not forthcoming.


Nor am I versed enough in Aldrich's oeuvre to offer much insight into his films. But I thought it would be fun to explore a bit why Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? has had such an impact on "gay sensibility" and why—even for Advocate editor Alonso Duralde—it required inclusion into his 101 Must-See Movies For Gay Men. Is it, as Alonso suggests, that gay men admire strong women or—"almost a necessary corollary"—that gay men like watching strong women fall on their face? Paraphrasing Alonso, when Joan Crawford or Bette Davis dream big and fail, they fail big and any self-respecting gay man wants to be in the front row.

Why is that? Far be it for me to speak for such an unruly and diverse bunch as gay men, or to hazard essentiality by suggesting there is any such thing as a bona fide gay "sensibility", but—as far as stereotypes can help to define things—gays employ gossip as a form of social critique, which is to say as a form of entertainment against the forces that too often critique them. So as Alonso points out, "gay gossips know just how much Davis and Crawford always hated each other offscreen, so watching them humiliate and abuse each other in their only costarring film is always a hoot."

Perhaps it's not all quite that sordid and cruel as it first appears. Perhaps—as David Thomson stated it more respectfully at a recent bookstore appearance—audiences appreciate that being a movie star is not always as glamorous as might be believed. It's a hard life after all. "Any fan of Bette Davis and Joan Crawford know they both ended up pretty wretched," he said, which is to understand that life itself is hard after all. If you don't believe me, consider how Aldrich had to shop the project around to various moguls who responded by asserting—according to Bette Davis's recollection—"We wouldn't give you a dime for those two washed-up old broads."

Photographer, film historian and author Mark A. Viera's Bright Lights Film Journal essay on Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? is possibly the definitive treatment of this film. Certainly, it's one of the most entertaining and informative; I highly recommend it. He astutely notes: "The script could have served any number of aging actresses—Myrna Loy and Rosalind Russell, Norma Shearer and Miriam Hopkins, even Greta Garbo and Marlene Dietrich—but they might have made it a psychological study, a melodrama, or a tragedy. What Crawford and Davis brought to it was a distillation of their own well-known personas." That distillation is the heady brew that gay gossips get drunk on. His tidbit that the wig worn by Bette's Baby Jane that "apes her childhood mop of curls" had originally been worn by Joan Crawford in Our Blushing Brides (1939) is priceless. As well as his recount of what happened on Oscars night. Matthew Kennedy has described the Davis/Crawford on and off-screen Baby Jane performances as "a sadomasochistic tango." "Cinema chicken" Bob Westal's own off-the-hip reaction to his first viewing of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? induced some wry chuckles.

As an aside, Bright Lights Film Journal's editor Gary Morris has likewise written an excellent queer read of Aldrich's The Killing of Sister George, which I would also recommend.

I might further suggest the Aldrich profiles at They Shoot Pictures, Don't They? and Senses of Cinema.


So there you have it. A meager and belated entry into the Aldrich blogathon, I admit, but I just couldn't have the rest of you gossiping, "Whatever happened to Maya?"

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

2006 UNAFF—San Francisco Screenings


The 9th United Nations Association Film Festival (UNAFF) is just about to launch in the Bay Area, beginning tomorrow, Wednesday, October 18, 2006, at the Delancey Screening Room here in San Francisco, and continuing Sunday, October 22, 2006, at the Roxie Film Center. UNAFF's theme for this year is Sparks of Humanity. The festival then runs its main course at Stanford University from October 25-29, 2006. Details can be found at the festival's website.

As UNAFF's mission statement attests: "The festival was established in 1998 to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the signing of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. It was created with the help of members of the Stanford Film Society as an independent project of the United Nations Association (UNA), a grassroots, community based, nonprofit organization. …Conceived nine years ago, UNAFF celebrates the power of international films and videos dealing with human rights, environmental survival, women's issues, protection of refugees, homelessness, racism, disease control, universal education, war and peace. UNAFF offers a unique opportunity to view extraordinary documentaries, to become familiar with global and local issues, and to acquire a better understanding of the means to address these issues."

Following are the details for the October 18, 2006, San Francisco Delancey Street screenings:

6:30 PM Reception by La Mediterranee.

7:05 PM Beyond Iraq (Iraq/USA), Tom Eldridge, Annalisa Hodgkins.

7:20 PM Baghdad ER (Iraq/USA), Jon Alpert, Matthew O'Neill.

8:30 PM Sierra Leone's Refugee All Stars (Sierra Leone/USA), Zach Niles, Banker White.

Admission is $8 for students and $12 for the general public for the films and the reception. Tickets can be purchased at the door from 6:00 PM at Delancey Screening Room, 600 Embarcadero at Brannan, San Francisco. For more info please visit www.unaff.org or call (650) 724-5544).

Following are the details for the San Francisco October 22, 2006, Roxie Film Center screenings:

12:00 PM Lessons In Fear (Canada/Israel/Palestine), James Cullingham.

1:30 PM The Tribe (USA), Tiffany Shlain.

2:00 PM Small Town Gay Bar (USA), Malcolm Ingram.

3:30 PM In the Tall Grass (Rwanda/USA), J. Coll Metcalfe.

4:30 PM Are the Kids Alright? (USA), Karen Bernstein & Ellen Spiro.

5:30 PM Rosita (Nicaragua/USA), Barbara Attie & Janet Goldwater.

7:05 PM Pilgrimage (Iran/Iraq/USA), Bahman Kiarostami

8:10 PM Beyond the Call (Afghanistan/Albania/Cambodia/Chechnya/USA), Adrian Belic.

9:40 PM America's Brutal Prisons (USA), Nick London.

10:40 PM Independent Intervention (Iraq/USA), Tonje Hessen Schei.

Admission is $8 for each film. Tickets can be purchased from 11:30 am at the Roxie Cinema Box Office on 3117 16th St, San Francisco.

10/18/06 UPDATE: Greencine's Hannah Eaves has provided a great preview of four of the festival's documentaries: The Peacekeepers, Beyond the Call, Baghdad ER, and In the Tall Grass (for starters, I'm sure).

CALVAIRE (THE ORDEAL) / 13 TZAMETI

Contributing writer Michael Hawley caught two Roxie Film Center screenings while I was on vacation this last week. He has generously offered the following write-up for The Evening Class.

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"That does it . . . I'm NEVER going to France!"

That's what I overheard a woman say as I left the Roxie Film Center after a screening of the Belgian horror film Calvaire. France, and her French-speaking neighbors aren't especially known for their thriller/horror fare, so it's interesting that two such films—Calvaire and 13 Tzameti—are being shown this week at the Roxie. Both are first-time features for their writer/directors, and while flawed, they each deliver a unique vision of Hell on Earth, marking the emergence of two very promising film-making talents.


The protagonist of Géla Babluani's 13 Tzameti is a young Georgian immigrant who lives in France and works as a roofer. When his employer dies of a drug overdose, he absconds with a mysterious envelope containing a train ticket and a hotel reservation, all of which leads him to a house in the forest. There, a crowd of nefarious looking men wager on the lives of a baker's dozen worth of miserables, men who participate in a game of group Russian Roulette in exchange for a huge cash prize for the last man standing.


If there was ever a film I wish I knew nothing about going in, it's 13 Tzameti. That would have been next to impossible, however, given that the poster blatantly gives away the "hook," ("13 Players. One Bullet Each. Place Your Bets") and—though the trailer at the film's official website is a teaser—the trailer at Virgin.Net contains the scene with the first Russian Roulette match almost in its entirety. Had I not known where this film was headed, I might have easily overlooked its laboriously contrived set-up, and instead gotten caught up in the anticipation of what was to follow. That first match is brilliantly directed and intensely acted—the film's highlight in fact—but unfortunately, once played out, it's followed by several lesser variations of the same thing, and then capped by a fairly predictable climax.


At the least, Babluani is to be congratulated for his highly original concept and unique execution. The rumor is that he's been hired to direct an American remake, and will therefore have a chance to improve on this first attempt. Hopefully, character development will receive a higher priority in the remake, and if we're lucky, cinematographer Tariel Meliava will again be called upon to provide the stark, ominous, black and white, wide-screen look of the original. No doubt a Hollywood "name" will take on the lead role of the hapless roofer, extremely well-played in this version by the director's brother George Babluani.


A house of horrors in the forest is also the setting for Fabrice Du Welz' Calvaire. Our protagonist this time out is a low-rent traveling cabaret singer named Marc Stevens, played by Laurent Lucas, who has seemingly become French-language cinema's go-to guy for any film wanting to dish out the creeps (With a Friend Like Harry, Who Killed Bambi, In My Skin, Lemming). We're introduced to him performing at an old-age home, which inspires inappropriate lust from the residents and staff alike. The next morning he flees in his tour van, and like Marion Crane, soon finds himself pulling off the road on a rainy night, taking refuge in a remote motel, er, rather, auberge.


What follows doesn't include a fatal shower, but crucifixion, transvestism, bestiality, quicksand and worse, are all in the works for The Ordeal (the film's alternate English title) poor Marc must endure. And in a tip of the chapeau to Deliverance, there's a nearby women-less village of inbred hillbillies to boot. That, in and of itself would be awful enough, but this village is led by the truly scary Philippe Nahon, the actor who played the lead in Gaspar Noe's I Stand Alone (a role he reprised in Irreversible), as well as the maniac in Alexadre Aja's High Tension. A scene set in the village bar, where the denizens all rise to do a troglodytic dance to cacophonous poundings on an upright piano, is the film's high point, and the most disturbingly hilarious scene I expect to see in any film this year.


I might mention that my tolerance for filmic gore and torture is moderate at best, but both my eyes remained open throughout Calvaire. I attribute this to Du Welz' delicious dark humor (for instance, the film takes place at Christmastime) and the fact that most of the more squirm-inducing moments are shown in medium shots. Laurent Lucas delivers a crying, squealing, sniveling performance to rival Shelly Duval in The Shining, and the film's artsy, ambivalent ending will irritate genre purists, but it left me happily unsettled and satisfied.

I'd like to take this opportunity to give a shout-out to the Roxie Film Center, which, in its recent reincarnation as an offshoot of the New College of California, has contributed enormously to the exhibition of new foreign language films here in the Bay Area. Now that Landmark Theaters has largely turned its focus towards American docs and indies, the Castro is only showing new foreign films with LGBT themes, and sadly The Balboa Theater has had to largely abandon its foreign film programming, it's a welcome relief to see the Roxie showing many of the films we might not be able to see elsewhere. In addition to the two films reviewed here, in recent months they've brought us 4, Battle in Heaven, Iron Island, Three Times, Gabrielle and Fratricide. Their English language programming is no less adventurous and challenging. CSA: Confederate States of America, Songbirds, Street Fight, and State of Fear are some of the more interesting films I've seen there recently. So everyone, please continue to patronize the Roxie Film Center so they can continue to provide us with this great film programming.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

OVERLORD


"You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children / you must not do it anymore."—Leonard Cohen

I have long been fascinated by the pupilla of the human eye; that little doll seen in the pupil's dark mirror that serves as the self's iconic referent for the other. All the more intriguing when the "other" is simply the self's longbody image. By which I mean, when one sees oneself at—let's say—the moment of one's death. The marquee poster for Stuart Cooper's 1975 Overlord capitalizes on that longbody reflection and underscores the predestined outcome of young soldiers sacrificed to war, history's most misadorned altar.

That is the subtextual admonition that emanates from Cooper's film on the D-Day invasion of occupied Normandy on June 6, 1944—code name: Overlord. Overlord is screening for one week only at the Balboa Theater, which is entirely appropriate since impresario Gary Meyer had so much to do with recovering this neglected gem from oblivion, as detailed by Hugh Hart in his San Francisco Chronicle article. The film's official website and the Balboa Theater's website do a fine job of linking to the many critical accolades that have sprung up in the wake of the film's revival.

During Gary's introduction at Overlord's Dolby Lab press screening, I couldn't stop thinking how lucky Bay Area cineastes are to have someone like Gary Meyer championing film, and how fortunate Telluride is to have secured him as their official programmer. Meyer—in satisfying his own curiosity about Overlord from a few snippets he caught in the documentary about the short-lived Z Channel cable network—screened the film at Telluride, resuscitating critical interest. Roger Ebert rightfully hailed it as "the most remarkable discovery" from that year's fare.

Ebert was as impressed as I was with two scenes in particular: one where soldiers and their capsized landing boat are battered against rocks by unforgiving waves and the other where "monstrous mechanical wheels propel themselves across the beach to explode land mines and flatten barbed wire. One of these machines is driven by a ring of rockets around its rim, and as it rolls forward, belching fire and smoke, it looks like a creature of hell." Recapitulating his thoughts two years later, Ebert summarized that these military contraptions are all the more awesome for being real.


Though Ebert claims the film's poignancy lies in the foreknowledge that the future of protagonist Tom Beddoes (Brian Stirner) is on hold; I think it's more accurate to say that the poignancy lies in the film's inevitable outcome, in its unflinching intuition of Tom's oncoming appointment with Death, and the measure of his heroism—not by actions on the field—but by the rancorless acceptance of his destiny. This elevates his character to an existential nobility. In complete compassion for the elderly parents he will leave behind, Beddoes counters what will be the heartless official notification of his death with a thoughtfully crafted communiqué detailing his awareness: "It's like a part of a machine that grows larger and larger while we get smaller and smaller until there's nothing left."

Few men can approach their death with such calm grace and yet too many men have had to.

Much has been made of the "seamless" interface between the archival documentary footage Cooper gleaned from the vaults of Britain's Imperial War Museum and the fictionalized footage shot by John Alcott (Alcott took great care to use the same cameras and film stock used by the official war photographers on both sides of the bayonet), but I can't—in all honesty—say the effect was seamless. Ray Pride more accurately describes that the obvious juxtapositions between the war's carnage and destruction and Beddoes' seemingly calm preparations for battle "do not jar but awaken the senses." It's the glaring distinction between a personal, subjective story and impersonal, objective reportage and for me there's no sense in trying to blur that line.

The one other surreal touch to the film that moved me was Beddoes' brief dalliance with a young girl (Julie Neesam). The advent of love is always the suggestion of the future, though in this instance the possibilities are sadly curtailed and the chance at love lingers within Beddoes' psyche like the merciful administrations of an angel of death. Again and again she appears to him as if to mollify the danger of his circumstances with a desired reunion. Their fantasized kiss on ship's deck prefigures Death's final embrace.

Overlord is a small gem. Gary Meyer has done the film world a great service in reviving interest in the film and in providing Bay Area audiences a chance to see it as it should be seen, in a newly-restored print on a large screen. Don't miss it.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

2006 MVFF / THE LAST KING OF SCOTLAND—The Evening Class Interview With Forest Whitaker


The Ritz Carlton was a beehive of activity this morning with frazzled publicists, frustrated hotel staff and famous talent buzzing around the lobby and elevators. Press junkets for both The Last King of Scotland and Babel were competing for attention. It was quite the mess of people. After the Toronto International I can now handle just about anything—cool as a cucumber on a plate of hot tomatoes—I guess you could say these are my salad days.

Though structured as a one-on-one, this interview is constructed from a frenetic slightly uncivil 15-minute roundtable session with Forest Whitaker. I've done my best to make sense of it so that it flows conversationally.

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Michael Guillén: I'm an admittedly shallow person, Forest, and I want to know what you're going to wear to the Oscars. [Forest laughs, groans, buries his head in his arms.] Because yours is a riveting performance, one of your finest to date, and I think you're going!

Forest Whitaker: Thank you! Thank you. From your lips to the universe to God's ears to everything. I hope you're right. It would be a great thing. I'm really happy that people are receiving the work like that and that the talk is hopefully going to get people into the theater. And then we'll see because—you know what?—I've been doing this for a long time and I think I have a pretty strong sense of balance, level-headedness, so I'm okay.

MG: Well, that's my true question: within the body of your work, where do you place this performance among the projects that you've done?

Whitaker: There are projects that I'm really proud of. But in this case, I haven't left too many movies where—when I left—I felt like, "I've done everything that I can do." And in this case, I felt like, "There's nothing else I can do. So let's see what happens. Let's see what happens when it comes out." I gave my entire being to try to play the character and so I'm very proud of it. And it's one of the ones that I feel is the most complete. Because it's so technically difficult. Other characters are complete. Crying Game, I liked the character. Ghost Dog, I liked the character. They're all honest to what they were. In this case this is a bigger-than-life mythic figure, you know what I mean? Moreso than like Charlie Parker—even though Bird was a mythic figure in a way—Idi Amin represents a continent, you know what I mean? To try to fill that kind of energy and I feel it worked. In that way I feel good because it was a lot to do.

MG: What did you do to get into the role? I've heard you say that it's the most research you've ever done and I know you research extensively for all your roles.

Whitaker: I do.

MG: What did you find most useful in helping you get in touch with the essence of Idi Amin?

Whitaker: Language helps you figure out how to touch the world in a way. One of the big things was understanding his accent and the way the words are used because it helps you understand his humor. When you understand the humor of a culture sometimes, then you really understand the culture itself. Sometimes it's the one thing that escapes you even though you may understand. Do you know what I mean? Kiswahili. Kiswahili put me into the conflict that I think he was in too because I wanted Kiswahili to be my first language and English my second so I was tricking my imagination into believing that. That conflict was always present when I was trying to understand and trying to communicate.

MG: Idi Amin's humor is quite pronounced in all the public footage we have of him like in Barbet Schroeder's 1974 documentary Général Idi Amin Dada: Autoportrait. How did you decide to represent his private demeanor that maybe you could not see from those sources?


Whitaker: I did a lot of research on just what it's like to be African, in the sense of what it's like to be Ugandan, what it's like to be the patriarch of a family, what it's like to be Kakwa—which is from the north of Uganda—and so I started putting all these things together, I mean how I eat, how I sit, what I want. It would influence me in little ways. It could be just as simple as when we're doing the scene in my bedroom. All around the whole room there's clearly a big long couch but I'm like, "No, no, sit, sit here, join me on the floor." You know what I mean? Because that was the experience I would have with people at times when I'd go in and I'd say, "Oh, can I talk to you?" and they'd finally say, "Yeah, come here, come sit down here, we sit here, we eat here." So [becoming informed] about a culture helps you inform those private moments.

The paranoia I understood. You can see the paranoia even in the Barbet Schroeder documentary. You can see like—when he's cornered, when he's talking to the doctors—in the beginning he's really nervous. He's looking around. He doesn't know what's going to go on, what's going to happen. And then slowly he tells a joke and they laugh. He's like, "Ah." [Whitaker acts out Idi Amin gaining confidence.] You know what I mean? You can see it happening. But you can see in his eyes; Schroeder ended the movie with those eyes. [Again, Whitaker shows me the way a shifting, increasing awareness comes into Idi Amin's eyes.] His eyes are doing that scene with the doctors, when he's just about to talk to them, and that was a big key into my understanding some of the paranoia. I accentuated that, based on the scenes themselves like the one where he says, "Cannibal. They call me the cannibal."

MG: Can you talk about your personal experience of shooting in Uganda? As I understand, this was your first trip to any part of Africa?

Whitaker: Yeah.

MG: How did that change your view? Because, obviously, that adds more to your view of the world.

Whitaker: I was given this unbelievable amazing opportunity as an African-American, because I'd never been to the African continent, to go there and—really, like I said—for it to be my job to understand what it's like to be African. I have every excuse to ask any question I want. I get to go into any situation I want. I get to repeat all my bad mistakes. Slowly people were taking me into their confidence and bringing me into their homes.

Daniel Ssettaba was my personal assistant and Colin Sendaula was my driver. I became really close friends with them; they helped me a lot. I remember Colin had invited me to go to his dad's house. I went in the house and we're there and we're eating. There's this one thing, I go and we're going to have dinner, and we're outside, I'm talking to his father and everybody. He takes me into the garden and shows me all these plants he's planting. We're talking. So we go inside. We're going to have dinner. We go sit. The men are sitting over here. They bring this thing and I wash my hands and then the next person washes. We eat the food.

Then I go into the room with his mother after dinner and they said, "The children would like to present something to you." Okay. So the kids all come in and they start doing this crazy boogie dance, this really crazy dance. I'm like, "Thank you" and his mother says, "Thank you for being close with my son." Then Colin comes in with this paper and everyone in the entire house has signed this paper. And they said, "This is for you." This was profoundly beautiful. "We wanted you to remember and never forget this moment with us here in our home." It teaches you so much about the people and the culture and it's that that helped me get into the character in those private moments, as you said.

It's the difference between the way you shake a person's hand. You know how they always talk about how in some Masonic way like, oh, the President he shakes this hand and Clinton then he shakes the elbow and that means something and he shakes this, that means something else. Well, it really is like that when you're in Uganda. Because you shake one hand it's like this, you shake with two hands it's a certain sign of respect, you prostrate yourself it's another thing.

MG: In the midst of trying to develop the role, how did you check yourself to satisfy yourself that you were on the right track? Was there an "Aha!" moment where you went, "Yes, I've got it now!"

Whitaker: There was never an "Aha!" moment really. There [were] moments where I felt it was starting to work but I was consumed with continuing to get information. Up until the very last day, I was still like—like I could be like … I was like a month in and I'm still going to visit some person in the bush, or going to some mosque at the top of the hill where [Idi Amin] went into. Every time I would go some place, the next time I would do the scene it would feel like it was the perfect thing I had just done! I would go to the source of the Nile and I'd be sitting there and Colin would say, "Here, we have this shirt for you." They'd give me this shirt and so when I'd go back is when they do something in the movie that feels almost identical.

I never would go on the safari. I just wanted to be with the people. So finally at the very end—like right before almost the last few days of the shoot—I said, "Okay." I saw him on that tape. He was talking about the crocodiles. He was at Murchison Falls. So I went and I was standing up at the top of the thing, they were indulging me, letting me say my lines to these giraffes that were there [laughs] and I went back, and when I went back we had to do the first scene where I walk upon the stage. I felt like, "This is my country." You know what I mean? And I think it was because of that last moment [at Murchison Falls]. I'd got everything else. There was nothing else for me to grab. I'd squeezed out all the juices.

I don't talk a lot about the internal work, but a lot of the work is internal work. It's like meditating and getting yourself to a space where you're in that energy. All the other stuff becomes peripheral. It forms itself without you trying to make it form itself. You try to get the right energy and then you walk. I'm always talking about [acting] like it's such a technical [process] but—I have to be honest—working as an actor is really much more of a spiritual experience for me than it is a technical one.

MG: Given that, how difficult was this role? Because this is a dark character.


Whitaker: Yeah. You know, I think the character really still affects me in a lot of ways. Because when people talk about how dark he is, I get kind of defensive inside. I get kind of like, "What?" I do. "What do you mean?" I remember my wife was saying to me once, it was a while back, and she was like, "You have to stop talking in the first person by the time you do these interviews." It does become a part of your make-up a little bit in the way you look at the situation. I think now I have a separation, a stronger one, than when I first finished the movie, which was about a year and two months ago. Luckily, I've done about three movies since so then it makes me get more and more separated. But now that I've started talking about it again, with interviews, and I went to about four different screenings and I see it and I'm like, "Okay" and I remember. And I'm thinking, "Are other people feeling this or is just me because I played him?" When I watch it, I get this feeling, you know what I mean? I think it's just because that's the way I was feeling then.

MG: Having worked on both sides of the camera, what's the most useful thing that a director can give you and that you can give actors?

Whitaker: Acting helps me as a director. It helps me understand the process. The more I keep working on my acting, the more I think a better filmmaker I will be. Directing doesn't really help me as an actor at all. In fact, I think sometimes it's a little bit of a hindrance, a little bit of a problem. You don't want to think about problems and things that are going on and why this and why that. In some way you have to be a little more hermitized and a little bit more selfish.

Cross-posted at Twitch and published in truncated form (word counts, word counts, the scourge of the film journalist's life) at Entertainment Today.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

FUR: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus


Beauty, they say, is only skin deep. Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder. And if you were able to organize them for—let's say—a group portrait, "they" would undoubtedly all wear furs and masks and harbor secrets. "A photograph is a secret about a secret," Diane Arbus once said, "The more it tells you the less you know."

Then again, when Beauty is in the eye of the Beast, the deception of appearances reigns paramount and its anyone's guess how the terms apply and whether the veneer of civilization truly is as thin as human skin.


As capably as an M.C. Escher study on shifting perspective, the thematic tropes burrow in and out and through each other in Steven Shainberg's Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus. In the film's opening sequences Diane (Nicole Kidman) and her husband Allan (Ty Burrell) are hosting a fashion show for her wealthy furrier father's upper class friends. Diane wears one of her father's furs and wears a dress her mother gave her the year before buttoned up to the collar. The propriety is stifling her. Secretly, she longs to bare her breasts in full view of the neighbors. Eventually—after requesting permission to photograph a colony of nudists and discovering after she has arrived that one of the prerequisites is the removal of her own clothing—Arbus gives herself "a moment" (within which the film transpires) and achieves a literal naked freedom by removing not only her clothing but—as Variety's Todd McCarthy puts it—"some vestment of propriety."

Persona is a mask. And propriety is the most proper of masks. What is impropriety then? Another form of stark honest nakedness? The removal of one mask for another? Are masks lies? Are secrets masks? It's a mask that leads Diane to encounter her newly-arrived upstairs neighbor Lionel who is both honest and hirsute. Thus, honesty is not always naked and if Lionel's chestnut tresses are shaved in the film's final scenes it's for practical purposes, not necessarily confessional ones. Nor strictly for appearances. Robert Downey, Jr.—in a turn that would make Burt Lahr envious—reminds again that his capabilities as an actor remain seemingly limitless. His body of work is becoming almost magical. How he can hold our attention with the sad liquidity of his eyes and the confident understatement of his voice is astounding. Nicole Kidman, likewise, delivers one of her finest performances. Shane Danielsen has written that Kidman "does sexual hysteria better than anyone since Deborah Kerr"; intelligent, wary and refined like Kerr but also brittle, and tightly wound, and much of that is here, as Diane struggles to break free of convention to creatively photograph the unconventional.


Todd McCarthy notes that Carter Burwell's "frisky score, with its inventive orchestrations and strong sense of movement, is a big plus." I agree and I kept waiting for him to include a sample of Missy Elliot's "Get Your Freak On." It would have worked for me. Because if you had to choose one word to describe not only the body of photographer Diane Arbus's work and the "imaginative solutions" director Shainberg employs to tell the story of her awakening as an artist, it would have to be "freak." Yet what does that mean exactly in an age where terms—once derogatory—are recontextualized, politicized, to celebrate and honor difference? The film asks the obvious through the imagined: who is the most freakish? An upstairs neighbor pelted with fur? Or cruel staid socialities wearing fur? Again, the veneer of civilization wears thin when, in truth, it should probably wear nothing at all.

Now, as film critic Max Goldberg pointed out to me before today's screening of Fur, Susan Sontag would totally have disagreed with me on this and it's my loss, really, that she's not alive to rip me to shreds in her avid defense of the original meaning of the word "freak." Sontag's notorious 1973 essay attacking Arbus became the linchpin of her book On Photography. In his March 2005 essay for The New Yorker, Peter Schjeldahl quotes Sontag as saying: "Arbus's interest in freaks expresses a desire to violate her own innocence." Schjeldahl concurs that Sontag is probably right but—like myself—questions whether the idea of "freaks" is a "stable category of experience." Notwithstanding, Schjeldahl writes: "Sontag rushed to rescue the idea. 'In photographing dwarfs, you don't get majesty and beauty,' she insisted. 'You get dwarfs.' She noted with bemusement that in Arbus's pictures people who are 'pathetic, pitiable, as well as repulsive' look 'cheerful, self-accepting, matter-of-fact.' She wondered, 'Do they know how grotesque they are? It seems as if they don't.' They 'appear not to know that they are ugly.' It's an interesting complaint, suggesting that people who look or behave in unusual ways merit sympathy from the rest of us only if they visibly assent to our disgust with them." Were she alive today, Susan Sontag's review of Fur would be hotly anticipated. Since we're in the realm of the may-have-been; that's my fantasy.

In her own defense, Diane Arbus offered, "There's a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle. …Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats."

More high points for cinematographer Bill Pope's roving camera through Amy Danger's carnivalesque sets. Just as Todd Browning's Freaks used the circus carnival as a contextual setting for difference—a place without limits, one might say—so does Danger create a set that contextualizes Diane's alternate emerging world. And if this film truly is a conjecture about what might have been happening in Diane Arbus's psyche at this juncture in her life, how appropriate that the carnival setting should be easily accessed by a collapsible ladder leading into the attic.


As David Thomson said it would be, the ending is partially problematic. It all becomes a little obvious. All these different kinds of skin, naked ones, furry ones, ones worn as fur, ones worn to counter loss, skins you don't quite feel comfortable in, and Diane's own skin which she finally feels comfortable in. But a frisson swept across my own skin watching this movie recognizing how—like David Thomson's "biography" of Nicole Kidman—the may-have-been becomes the exalted fount of creativity rather than the tried-and-true what-has-been. The stories of our lives and the lives of others will never be the same. Then again, should they be?

One final focus: the movie is thrillingly riddled with trivia. Kim Voynar at Cinematical has already pointed out that the real-life older brother of Diane Arbus, under whose shadow she lived for many years, was the famous poet Howard Nemerov (who I adored in college). Kim also notes that Diane's husband Allan "later became an actor, most famously playing Major Sidney Freedman on M.A.S.H." And Peter Nellhaus—who finds it impossible to keep his opinions to himself—sent me an email today advising that Allan also starred in Robert Downey, Sr.'s film Greasers Palace. But then, I might just be splitting hairs with all that.

Cross-posted at Twitch.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

2006 MVFF—Quick Takes

The 29th Mill Valley Film Festival kicks in tomorrow evening. Crossovers from 2006 TIFF—already written about—include The Host and Ten Canoes.

Recommendations:


Tomorrow evening's Rafael Film Center opening night screening of Kevin Macdonald's The Last King of Scotland features Forest Whitaker in an Oscar-worthy performance as the charismatic and brutal Ugandan dictator Idi Amin. James McAvoy plays his better half Nicholas Garrigan, a young, naïve, ambitious and fictitious Scottish doctor who strikes a Faustian bargain when he finds himself appointed the tyrant's personal physician. Gillian Anderson, in her supporting role as Sarah Merrit, disproves the theory that blondes have more fun. Braced by solid performances all around and fine technical merits, the film suffers the unfortunate indiscretion of using a white man narrative overviewing a black man's problem. The effort to make the issues palatable for American sensibilities is slightly annoying and offputting, all of which can be withstood just to watch Whitaker reveal Amin's true nature as the film unfolds.


Phillip Noyce's Catch A Fire is likewise structured to entertain even as it educates, introducing Western audiences to Patrick Chamusso (Derek Luke), a power plant worker and devoted family man who—wrongly accused of terrorism—is tortured sufficiently to inspire his about-face. Apartheid was wrong. We all know it. But Tim Robbins delivers a convincingly conflicted performance as the overzealous investigator Nic Vos misguided by his own unflinching principles. Despite these solid performances, the film failed to satisfy me. Its hagiographic dalliance interfered with key plot points, namely the scornful betrayal of Chamusso's wife Precious (Bonnie Mbuli) which insinuates we're not being told the full story about Chamusso's infidelities. The theme of forgiveness—both personal and political—might have had a sharper edge had this not been so cagily downplayed. At film's end we are shown brief documentary footage of the "real" Patrick Chamusso playing soccer with actor Derek Luke. This did not further the fiction in any meaningful way and made me wish the filmmakers had opted for a documentary instead.


Peruvian filmmaker Claudia Llosa's Madeinusa is that country's strong entry into the Oscars foreign film category this year and—in my estimation—one of the festival's true unexpected treasures. It has an eerie charm about its portrayal of an outsider stumbling into a weekend's festivities of ritual inversions. It's being billed as Peru's Wicker Man, which it kind of is but mainly isn't; its cultural inflection is unique and worth experiencing. Magaly Solier's turn as the title character is a captivating reminder of the lengths an individual will go to escape desperate circumstances.

11/02/06 UPDATE: Acquarello has provided a more in-depth analysis of Madeinusa at Strictly Film School. Acquarello writes: "[B]eyond Llosa's surreal and nightmarish vision of piety, ignorance, and collective hysteria, the genesis of the heroine's titular name itself - a name that, as Salvador argues, is a fabricated name, perhaps derived from encountered "Made in USA" product labels scattered throughout the country - also provides an implicit illustration of the broader human (and sociological) tendency towards cultural exoticism that exists in an environmental vacuum of ignorance, naiveté, and impoverishment. Like the absent mother's secretive (and seemingly, almost mythical) flight to Lima, the city represents an elusive promise land away from the stultifying oppressiveness of an insulated existence. It is this ephemeral destination that Salvador inevitably represents for Madeinusa - not a transitory, but fateful connection with a kindred spirit, but the instinctual location of an elusive, idealized elsewhere."


Another absolutely lovely film is Byambasuren Davaa's Cave of the Yellow Dog; a paean to the autonomous spirit of children triggered by the spirit of place. It's structure feels surreptitious, as if the director caught footage on the sly, achieving a remarkably natural portrait of everyday childhood among the Mongolian grasslands. Cave of the Yellow Dog is the kind of foreign film that—like Zacharias Kunuk and Norman Cohn's The Journals of Knud Rasmussen—transports you into another world, singularly exotic in its difference. Cave of the Yellow Dog demonstrates the nomadic aesthetic of breaking down a yurt while Journals teaches you how to build an igloo with a machete. I have no idea where or when I'll have the chance to practice these newly acquired bits of information, but, you never know. The Journals of Knud Rasmussen is mesmerizing, especially the sex scenes with a dead husband, and the poignant and painful transition away from capricious shamanic allies to Christian security.


Todd Field's Little Children is overreaching and overdone. But, damn, Patrick Wilson is hot!! Especially when he's humping Kate Winslet in the washroom. Suburban sweat has never been so wonderfully guilty. Ronald McGorvey as the registered sex offender effectively creeped me out. Among the film's various faults is the decision to use an omniscient narrator. Although I understand the film's allegiance to Tom Perrata's novel, I still prefer films to show me rather than tell me. And even with all that effort, I'm still not sure if I got what the movie was saying. Life is a playground and we're all little children? Yes and?


Although I appreciated watching Adama Drabo's 1997 "African classic" Taafe Fanga, especially its exotic village locales, and its heavyhanded though effective deployment of gender farce, I wish the program would have been coupled with something more recent from the region. Especially since the festival is asking Bay Area filmgoers to forsake the Sembene mini-retrospective at the Pacific Film Archives during the same dates.

The Evening Class Interview With David Thomson


David Thomson does not need me to defend him against his detractors, neither those who don't particularly favor his most recent book on Nicole Kidman nor those who just don't seem to like him no matter what he writes. Nonetheless, my eyebrow has to go up in response to the vehemence with which certain criticisms have been levied at his study of Kidman. He, himself, in a SF360 interview with Michael Fox earlier last month entertained the notion that his critics are "pretending to be shocked." The Observer's Peter Conrad pardons the book as "a forgivable bout of elderly nympholepsy", cautioning that Thomson's homage veers vertiginously towards pornography.

Even the author photo on the book jacket is suspect. D.K. Holm writes for Quick Stop Entertainment: "You can tell he is fed up with movies, viewers, and maybe even readers from his author photo. He stands sideways, his arms resistingly, defiantly crossed, his bearish torso covered in a black sweater. Thomson is a writer obsessed with eyes, and his own are caught in a posture of skeptical impatience with the gazer. They seem to say, 'What do you want? What can you tell me? Nothing.' "

With projections like that, who needs enemies? The danger of such "reviews" being that—if you are a less discriminating reader than someone like myself, say—you might actually believe these statements. In which case I might not have even bothered to harrow the reputation to meet the man, who I found charming, poised, eloquent, and generous both with his time and his imagination. After his book reading at Codys Bookstore, David Thomson and I walked to the nearby Café Rouge to select an outdoor table where we might savor coffee and dessert and our mutual desire for movies.

This is more of a cobbled interview than my more customary transcriptions, fashioned from the Q&A after the reading, our chat on the way to Café Rouge, actual recorded material, and our unrecorded conversation while we enjoyed our desserts.

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Michael Guillén: In your lecture you stated: "A great mystery began to open up—which only made the movies more appealing and more compelling to me—which was that the characters I was seeing partook in some way of the real identity and nature of these actors." What does that mean exactly? Are you referring to method acting?

David Thomson: Historically, acting in the late 19th century was very demonstrative and presentational. It was theater acting and you wanted to get your message across in a big theater so the style was large. When the camera came along, gradually people noticed that—if you acted in that large way for the camera—everyone in the audience [cringed]. It was impossibly overdone. It was too strenuous, too much of everything. It got to a point—and particularly it came with the coming of sound—because in a very funny way once the movies had sound, actors could be quiet.

An actor like Gary Cooper, not—as far as anyone could tell—an especially bright man. Not brilliant. And a man who frequently said he didn't really know how he did what he did. But in the early days of Gary Cooper's fame, there were stories told of people on the set watching Cooper only a few feet away from where they were. He was filming a close-up for a character in some sort of distress or angst. They looked and the director said, "Action!" And they stared at his face and didn't see a thing. They said, "I didn't see a thing! Did you?" "No, not a thing," they said. The next day at the dailies, at the rushes, the image comes up on the screen and everyone was [spellbound] because Cooper was one of a generation who latched on by instinct, by intellect, no one really knows, but it was almost true the less you did, the better. The less you did, the more you drew people in to say, "What is he doing? What's he thinking?" Cooper was not a method actor. Gary Cooper never really went to an acting class in his life; but, Gary Cooper was a model for the generation that—about 10 years later—formed the Actors Studio and who believed in intense inward naturalism, who believed that—to act a part—you had to relate the feeling your character was having to a sense memory of your own. So it might be: do you remember the time when you were five and you put your finger in the door and you felt the pain? And you couldn't believe how much the pain was? Bring that memory back to this moment where your wife has left you in the film, or whatever.

Moreorless, that is the acting style that still obtains today; it's naturalistic, it's as little as possible, it's suck the audience in to your face and your mind, don't do too much. Stage actors have to learn this when they go into the movies. They can trust themselves better. Some can't do it. Sometimes you'll get people who just can't do it. They need the bigness. They need the stage and the physical space. They need the live audience. Some actors really need live audience. The crew is a version of a live audience when you're filming but it's a strange version.

[That's] a complicated answer but the style of acting changes and has changed a great deal. Probably it's going to get less and less. There are some film directors now who do not trust professional actors at all. Who will only hire non-professionals. Who will only hire "amateurs" because they think professionals have learned tricks that get in the way.

MG: Your chapter on Stanley Kubrick's filming of Eyes Wide Shut seemed to imply that Kubrick knowingly manipulated Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman to create his film, that he psychologically unnerved them and—in essence—masterminded their break-up.

Thomson: First of all, for them at that stage in their careers to be invited by Kubrick to do a film was immensely flattering because I think they both tended to think of themselves at that stage as the kind of actors who did mainstream films and there was this famous genius, living in England, wouldn't travel, and he sent out the word that he'd like them for his film. Although Kubrick does not have a record of either commercial success or of getting Oscars, I think they thought, "Boy, this could be big. And it's us working together." I'm sure at that stage they liked the idea of doing a film together because a lot of the time they're apart—so that's fun. And it might be nice to go to England. They knew it would take a long time because Kubrick always takes a long time. On [Kubrick's] part, I suspect he got the financial deal he did from Warner Brothers because he got them to be in it. They were like the two top stars. Certainly Cruise was like the top star of the month. I think Kubrick, in a fairly coldblooded way, used them.

I think it was very tough on them. It was extra tough too because in London at the time they were the object of intense gossip. There were some very nasty stories going around. For instance, there was a story—completely untrue—that Kubrick had brought a psychiatrist in to talk to them about sexuality. The idea being that they didn't really understand their own sex lives. Absolutely untrue but it got floated. I think—and I'm not sure that I would have known this in advance—but when I saw the film and I don't know how far people remember the film, but actually Cruise is in the film much much more than she is. What I would have suggested to Kubrick would have been that—as Tom goes out into the world—every woman he meets and he meets four or five different women, would have been played by Nicole, looking quite different, but they were different versions of her in his mind. That, I think, would have built a feeling about their marriage that would have been a lot more interesting. But the film didn't work. That's the other thing; the film just doesn't work. I have the theory the marriage broke up because they learned different things from that film. Because she became a much better actress afterwards.

MG: An imaginative theory, which segues into something that I've been enjoying about the book: it's like a road movie without the road. It's allegedly a biography about Nicole Kidman but it's really more about you and your impressions and fantasies of Nicole Kidman. It's more about the audience's relationship to an actor than the actor herself. I've not quite read a biography like this. In fact, I'm not sure it's really a biography; it's an appreciation, not only literally but imaginatively. It's not only about what has-been but about what might have been. You alternate imagined scripts with what may or may not have actually happened. I find that so interesting and compelling.

Thomson: I'm so glad you do. This is the other thing about acting: we only see the films they make. Nicole Kidman has made—I don't know—let's say she's made 20 films; it's about that number. She has probably been very seriously invested for a time in another 40 films that didn't come through. Might come through still one day, but, things that came up and something happened, people couldn't all come together at the same time.

For instance, a few years ago a film came out that did very very badly, Meg Ryan in In the Cut. In the Cut was a novel by Susanna Moore, very erotic novel. Nicole Kidman bought the film rights with her own money. She sat down with Susanna Moore and Jane Campion, the director, for two months, five days a week, and they worked on the screenplay. Nicole was working on it with them. By rights she could have a screen credit on it. She was really invested in it and they were talking about her playing it. Then the script got done, problems came along, years passed, it didn't fit schedules, and it ended up being made with Meg Ryan. I think Meg Ryan did a very good job in it, but, there was a period where Nicole felt, "That's my film." And there are a lot of films, projects like that, and I think if you really want to know the biography of an actor, you need to know as many of those things as you can. So I do bring in, yes, things that didn't get made, things that might have been made, things that might still be made.

MG: The suppositions are challenging. When I saw The Others, I was so struck how her beauty resembled Grace Kelley's. It was like she channeled Grace Kelley acting the role. It suddenly sponsored a whole ….

Thomson: A whole chain of thoughts. Imagine her in Rear Window, that kind of thing. Yes, exactly. I think that's another side of acting. Their heads are full of parts. I'm sure that if she were here, she could tell you 10 stage parts that she fully intends to play one day. It may not happen but she knows those parts, she knows those plays, and probably once a year she gets out Hedda Gabbler. She's come very close to playing Hedda Gabbler a couple of times. She re-reads the text and says, "I can do that." Chances are one day on stage I think she will do it. The other thing about the Kubrick venture is it led her into that stage play The Blue Room, if you remember, which was a very valuable thing for her to do I think. That was happy chance.

MG: Do you think that part of the allure of that project was that here was this major star working for $500 a week?

Thomson: And without her clothes off for 15 seconds. I didn't see it on stage. I think it was a sensation. I think it was an event so big there's a funny way in which no one quite saw it, if you know what I mean. It was so full of hype.

MG: Returning to the notion of the actor's personality melding with the character, something about Nicole seems inaccessible to me or—more accurately—camoflauged. And in that process of camoflauge there's something of a disconnect in her portrayals. In tennis they talk about playing "in the zone" when you're right on mark in the moment. Though I would agree with you that Nicole has a certain star status, I'm not convinced she's as great an actress as you believe she is. I'm not sure she's fully there in her acting. Has she ever lost herself in her acting?

Thomson: I can't say you're wrong. She told me that there isn't a single film that she's done that she's pleased with. She likes certain scenes, certain moments, but she's never done a film yet where she thinks she got it right all the way through. Great artists are never satisfied. Being satisfied with that lasts for about two hours and then you wake up and think, "Oh no."

MG: What do you think are her strongest roles?

Thomson: I would say To Die For is classic her, partly because it's so funny, and I don't think she's done enough work that's got into her humor. I think she's naturally quite funny and there's a very ironic tone to that murderess. I would say Moulin Rouge, which I loved. The other one that I'm very fond of that I think got terrible press was Birth. A lot of people have never even seen it. Do take a look at it. She plays a woman whose husband has dropped dead maybe 10 years ago. You don't know really what's happened to her in those 10 years but, as the film starts, her engagement party to another man is occurring and a little boy appears, 10 years old, and he comes up to her—and her husband's name was Sean—and he says, "I'm Sean; you mustn't marry Joseph." It's a mystery film and where does this boy get his knowledge from? Is it occult? Is it what? But she plays a woman who has not really come to terms with mourning. It's 10 years since but she's really not over the death of the husband. She's not quite stable. She's very vulnerable to this child. It seems absurd. As I describe it, it's a thing you'd dismiss. It's intensely believable in the film that she falls under the sway of this child. The film has problems at the end but her performance in it is amazing. It's a film I'd say where she's "in the zone."

MG: What about her performance in The Hours?

Thomson: I like The Hours very much. I just find the suicidal pattern in it slightly morbid and just a little bit loaded on. I like the three-part structure but I would love to have seen more of each one. Fur is extremely interesting too. Again, it's got a few problems at the end I think but a very interesting film. That opens in November. Robert Downey, Jr. is in it.

MG: Could Kidman be the next Meryl Streep?

Thomson: She would like to be. She would tell you that's her next ambition: just to last in the way that Meryl Streep has lasted and to be playing lead parts. Meryl Streep and Katherine Hepburn are the two people she regards as models.

MG: How has she ultimately received the book now that it's done? [I didn't specify this but D.K. Holm relates that "Kidman, on September 11th, publicly announced her disapproval of the book, willfully misinterpreting it as an 'unauthorized biography' written about her 'after only having one brief phone chat with her.' "]

Thomson: She's not told me and I would not expect her to in any way. I suspect she's looking to see what other people think. I wrote a book not quite like this but with some similarities 20 years ago about Warren Beatty. I met Beatty later, years later, and we had a long talk, he was very friendly, and he said, "Y'know, I couldn't read the book" and I said, "Why? Why was that?" and he said, "I tried several times over the years and then something would happen in the book and I just went, 'That's me! That's me!' " In a way I don't think she's vain enough to read the book, if you know what I mean, and I think that if it got too close, she'd shut it. I don't know. Maybe one day I'll meet her at a party in 15 years time.



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Walking to the Café Rouge, I expressed my enthusiasm about spending a little time with a film commentarian I so admire. Politely, he asked me if I were a film critic and I told him no, I am more interested in film culture. I then asked him about something I had read concerning him: that he no longer liked movies. He clicked his tongue in disapproval and responded that of course he still likes movies. How could he not? He writes about them.


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MG: You outlined how actors learned to stop theatrically demonstrating and to draw the attention of their audiences into their performances. You write a lot about that gradient of desire in the Kidman book and I liked your equation of desire with the imaginal longing between audience and actor. You're saying that some people have complained that a film historian of your caliber should not be writing about actors and yet who else would know about that desire? Who else will have honed their imagination appropriately?

Thomson: That's a good question. I never thought there was anything untoward or dangerous or risky in writing about a movie star, a movie actor, so I've been surprised by the reaction and I still don't really understand it.

MG: It appears to me that someone of your experience and your insight into the world of cinema comes under attack precisely for that reason because there are so many upstarts and people with current theories. But what I like about your work is this kind of lived-in feel about it. Do you think that is offputting to newcomers?

Thomson: Here's the thing. I've been doing it a long time. And I've got to a point where I'm one of the people kids think they can take a shot at, know what I mean? I think sometimes I get some tough reviews because of that but that's fair enough. I've been on the other side. When I was young I've done the same thing. I do think that sometimes the kids don't appreciate the history I've been through and the changes that I've seen. I think the fact that I'm as interested in film as I ever was is a sign of a person who's changed his ideas a bit.

MG: Helping a person to change their mind is what cinema should do, isn't it?

Thomson: I think so. I'm not really interested in reviewing films. I like to write about the world of films and the atmosphere of films, something you said earlier….

MG: Exactly, the culture.

Thomson: The culture. Anything to do with that culture interests me. Once upon a time when I was young, people would come in and say, "I don't like so-and-so. I don't like Buñuel. Or I don't like Hitchcock." I'd get indignant! "You've got to like Hitchcock; you've got to like Buñuel!" Or whatever. I couldn't care less nowadays. If you don't like what I like and vice versa, what does that prove but that there's room for lots of differences in opinion? I'm much more interested in how all films work on us and what we do with them culturally and how we use them in our own lives. Questions like that interest me much more nowadays.

MG: Another quality I like in the Kidman book, and in your writing in general, I liken unto the diaries of Anaïs Nin. She published these sprawling seven volumes or so of her diary and I'd be reading her memories of her life and find myself drifting off and daydreaming about my own life. I realized that was the true value of those memoirs. Via her self-reflection, she triggered my own. Her reveries provided a platform or a launch pad for my own. That's also the value of certain films. You're one of the few film writers I know who allows himself—perhaps because of your experience—the luxury to meditate. This is why I was asking you about the may-have-beens. There's something so valid in that. Can you speak a little bit about what prompted you to explore not only the experience of literal films, but imagined ones as well?

Thomson: Again, I don't see as much value or interest for myself in going deep deep deep into an individual film as reflecting upon things that a group of films have in common in the way they work. I think in the end all films are versions of all other films. There are only a certain number of film stories that they're told and they're very alike and I like the likenesses. I like exploring that. The thing that really turns me on most of all is the way we tell ourselves stories. The way we love to turn information and the world and fact into story. I speak as someone who probably spends as much time reading novels as seeing films, and I've written fiction myself. I just find storytelling altogether—I think it's probably for me the most interesting human practice; the way in which we try to digest our experience and offer it back to other people in the story.

Even if I sit down with you for a coffee and you tell me something that happened to you today, it may be an exactly factual thing, you may not alter anything, but you're going to present it as a story. Because you're going to look at me and say, "I want him to understand what happened. Therefore, I've got to shape it a little bit. Not necessarily cheat it, add to it, detract from it, but I've got to tell a story." When we talk to people, we're telling them stories, we're trying to get them to see something, we're trying to persuade them to our point of view and it's the way we are as communicating beings. I find it fascinating and, therefore, film—while it's always been the medium that grabbed me the most and certainly grabbed me the earliest—I can't really conceive of a conversation about the cinema, say, that didn't eventually get into literature, and theater, and painting too, because of the resemblances.

MG: I do feel that cinema is now providing the moral templates that great literature once did. Though writing is your predominant medium, you do have a keen appreciation of the medium of cinema, and I admire how you move between the two, connecting the two, because I do believe the two—great literature and great cinema—allow us the chance to explore the great themes of life. We're not getting that education elsewhere.

Thomson: Absolutely. If you're going to tell me what happened to you, you're probably going to tell me because you think it was very funny what happened, or it was very frightening, or it was very significant. In other words, I'm learning a lot about your judgment about reality. "He chose to tell me about that." Now that tells me a lot about you and—directly or indirectly—it's going to tell me about your moral point of view. What you find funny, what I find funny, is very close to where our ethics are. Inevitably in humor there's something dark, something cruel even, so how we find something funny tells us a lot about what we expect of ourselves.

MG: You write a lot about Hollywood. Do you have much interest in foreign cinema or the cinema that is coming from developing countries?

Thomson: I was born and raised in England and the American screen for me was so alluring. In so many ways it seemed better than life in England. That may have been very naïve but I knew because of it at an early stage that I wanted to come to America. It's not been a disappointment. In some ways I've been disappointed but not as a whole. I have tended to specialize in American [cinema], but, if you were to say to me, what is the greatest national cinema of all, I'd probably still say the French. And I'd put the Japanese high up too.

Am I interested in developing countries? Yes, I am. Time is of an issue. I write a lot and I work hard and so I don't have as much time as I once had to just go research films all the time. But, yes, I'm very interested in new countries coming along with their films because I think it's how they're going to tell us their story. For instance, when you live in a country like this and you were regularly told by your leaders that Iran is a [den] of iniquity and monstrousness, and yet you know that Iran is one of the more interesting filmmaking countries of the world and has been for several years now, you know something that your leaders don't know and they ought to wake up to, start looking at some Iranian films, because what you've discovered there is a society in flux and a society that I think in many ways is begging to become part of the larger world.

MG: Exactly. It's a global discourse by the way of common themes. I spoke with Bahman Ghobadi in Toronto. I love his films. I love them. I love any film that reveals a humanity past ready-made national identities and that's what I go to film for. My site is called The Evening Class and it was named after Sembene who said that movies were the evening class for discriminating adults and that's how I try to approach film.

Thomson: I think it's a great approach. I love it.

MG: I am concerned, however, that—in order to do that—I find myself moving away from American cinema.

Thomson: Yes! Because American cinema—and this touches on what we were talking about when we came out of the bookstore, you said I heard you didn't like films anymore, and really what I mean is I don't like enough new American films. And I feel angry about it. Because I love the tradition of America being a moviemaking country and I just think that we're not making enough good movies. We're making really awful movies that I don't want to see. That's where my feeling is on new films.

MG: Well, I'm relieved to hear that because it concerned me when I read it.

Thomson: It's not true.

MG: As a new film writer, I read a lot because I figure, first of all, don't write what a million other people have written, try to find some unique approach to the material, and be aware of what other people have done. What I enjoy about your writing is—like I was saying—this leisurely approach you have towards film. That leads me to wonder how you began and what brought you to writing about film and not just going to movies. Because everyone goes to movies, all young people go to movies, but not everyone writes about them.

Thomson: I did a conventional English education and I was headed for Oxford to read history. I just knew in my bones that I didn't want to spend three more years within academic walls in confinement. I wanted to learn much more about the world. In the British film magazine Sight and Sound there was an advertisement for a film school, the London School of Film Technique as it was then called, it was the only film school in England, there was no university that taught film, and I was already film crazy. I shocked my school by saying I wasn't going to go to Oxford, I was going to go to a film school, which was just a one-year course. I just wanted to do that more than the other.

I fell in with a group of people at the film school, all older than I was. It turned out they were mostly people who had been to the university already so they had a lot more life experience, which for me was wonderful. They were pretty much all of them foreign. So that in the class that I joined I met my first American. I met my first Indian, Pakistani, Thailand, Italian. To meet all these people from all over the world who were like five or six years older than I was and that much further on in life just had it; it was everything I wanted. But they all of them already had filmmaking skills such as I didn't possess. They could load and shoot a camera. They could edit film. They could record sound because they'd done a little bit of it already. I was with this group and I was sort of desperately trying to find what I could do with the group and they were all ready to go but they didn't know what to film. And I said, "Well, suppose we have a little story about so-and-so?" and they looked at me and they said, "You're a scriptwriter!" It was the one thing I could do they couldn't do. I could come up with—both non-fiction and fiction—I could come up with ideas for films. We only made little films because we were making a lot of them so they were short. But I could do that and I became the group's writer and I really started to write seriously and to think that I might be a writer and I realized just professionally that one of the things I could do would be to write about films. I'd seen a lot for my age; I'd seen really a lot. So I started keeping little handwritten reviews of everything and that's how it began.

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At this point David's chocolate pudding and my apple turnover arrived and so I turned off my recorder so we could enjoy our dessert. But our conversation continued. He wanted to know about my background and was intrigued that I had worked for an Associate Justice for the California Court of Appeal who had since been appointed to the California Supreme Court. He sympathized completely with my having to retire early due to disability and understood that my body was trying to tell me—since diseases are gods—that I was not in the right place, that I needed to be doing something else. How fortunate for me that, like himself, I found film to be the perfect new fulcrum for my writing.

I asked him what he thought of the tension between print critics and online critics and he admitted to being old-fashioned, preferring words in the newspaper or magazines, though nonetheless cognizant that a time was rapidly approaching when newspapers and magazines would become obsolete and online writers would reign. He agreed with me that there are many fine writers publishing on the Internet, amongst all the dross. The same could be said of print writers truthfully. He found it amusing that I only knew his writing through the Independent and the Guardian's online venues. I countered that I felt the tension between print and online film writers was a false one, yet another fabricated hierarchy, that online writers weren't out to replace print writers, merely fill the void left by the commercial focus of most print sources on larger Hollywood product that left no space for writing about foreign films or independent features, the "smaller" fare. He agreed this was a valuable service of online film commentarians who can write about what they want without editorial tether or word counts.

Cross-posted on Twitch.

DAVID THOMSON On Nicole Kidman (Cody's Bookstore Appearance)


On Thursday, September 28, 2006, I made my way to Codys Bookstore in Berkeley to hear David Thomson speak on his latest book Nicole Kidman. Though attendance was slight, Thomson did not falter and offered a charming lecture, which I offer for your perusal.

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People asked me while I was doing this book why I was doing it and they sort of looked at me as if I was dealing with something sleazy or something not quite wholesome. I could never understand what they thought they felt. I would answer with what I'm going to say to you: all my life I have gone to the movies and from the sort of first couple of times I went, I went back and kept going to see the people in movies. I certainly—when I was a kid—did not know the names of film directors. I did not know what directors did. To the degree that I began to read film posters as I could read, all the film posters really told me was that the film was sensational, extraordinary and wonderful—I thought they meant it honestly for a long time—and that so-and-so was in it and so-and-so was in it.

As I saw more films, I noticed something odd and, I thought, very interesting, which was that the man in this week's western—Winchester 73, let's say—was James Stewart and I had seen James Stewart only a few weeks—or a few months, perhaps—earlier, in a film I adored where he talked to a rabbit you couldn't see; a film called Harvey. It was a troubling thing to see that it was James Stewart again. I could recognize that it was James Stewart, but, still, I had the feeling when I started seeing movies that the absolute blinding wonderful uniqueness of the people up there on the screen was something that could not be repeated. In other words, it was a story about these people. The cameras had been lucky enough to observe and it had been brought to the screen. I didn't understand what actors were. If you think back to your childhood, it's much easier to believe—at least I found it much easier to believe—that people had these adventures and the adventures were somehow filmed. I didn't understand the film process—but that it worked like that and this was their film—than that there were actors who changed two or three times a year perhaps, did two or three different stories a year, and I remember thinking in a childlike way does the man in Winchester 73 remember or know that there's a rabbit in his life?

You've all been through this, I think, because when you're a child the movies are so miraculous that you hardly know where to begin asking questions about them. I could not comprehend for years how the image got on the screen. Whenever my parents tried to explain it to me, I gave up trying to understand it. It was much easier, in other words, to believe somehow that there was a magical window that opened onto some part of New York, or some part of the West in the 19th century, and that you were actually looking back through time and space at these stories, which had been beautifully organized for you so that all the dull stuff had been cut out.

As you grow older, you come to realize that really just the same relatively small bunch of people make the movies, make all of them, and that actors like John Wayne, Cary Grant, may have made 150 films in their time. You will talk with your school friends and you'll say, "Shall we go to see the western that's playing at our local theater this week?" Where I lived in London in those days the films changed once a week. They had a regular supply. But if you were very sophisticated, you said, "Well, is it a James Stewart western or a John Wayne western?" Because you were beginning to know that there were certain differences. Now, at that age, it would have been very hard to explain the differences. But Wayne was sterner—not necessarily braver—but more impervious to fear and danger and troubles. Stewart was gentler, more vulnerable. It was as if something of those real people was creeping into their performances.

As time passed still further and as television entered one's life, even in England occasionally there would be a talk show and on would come Jimmy Stewart, looking exactly like the man you knew from the westerns, talking not quite in the same way, but prepared—if asked by the interviewer—to fall into that very yawning, hesitating, slightly western way of talking, which was not James Stewart's real way of talking, but it was the way he talked when he made westerns. It was the way he talked, indeed, when he talked to Harvey the rabbit. A great mystery began to open up—which only made the movies more appealing and more compelling to me—which was that the characters I was seeing partook in some way of the real identity and nature of these actors. You couldn't confuse the actors of being the real people. They weren't. They had not actually shot someone down on Main Street at high noon. They hadn't done these things and yet they had done them with a force and a beauty and a power that lingered in your dreams and your daydreams. I guess really what I'm saying is that I'm a child of the movie generation and—as I look at your ages—some of the rest of you are too. You had this experience of growing up with people you liked.

Now there's a white-haired lady back there. I don't mean to pick on you but you're probably my age? [Older, she responds, much older. Thomson chuckles.] If you say much older, I dare say you have strong opinions as to whether you prefer Joan Crawford or Bette Davis? I won't ask you the opinion. I doubt you have met either of them. You probably know what you know about their real lives through the sketchiest and most unreliable of forms, but there was something maybe about Bette Davis that impressed you more than Joan Crawford. There I'm taking a gamble. Am I right? [She concurs.] You see? You can tell sometimes. You really can tell. Which is not to say anything against Joan Crawford. But the industrialists who made movies and who really knew that they were marketing personalities, they knew these things.

They didn't know at the very beginning of the film industry. When they first made films, they didn't put the names of actors on the films. The managers of theaters would telephone the people who would distribute the films to them and they'd say, "We're getting an awful lot of inquiries"; an awful lot of people who saw Flora Dora at the Beach or whatever [would] say, "Who was that girl?" They'd want to know who that girl was and they'd want her back next week.

All of a sudden stardom was born because you had to give these people names. Sometimes it turned out that the actress playing Flora Dora's name was Irena Krujinsky, which at those days was not going to work, on the posters, on the ads, no one was going to get the name right so she became—I don't know—Irene Dunn. Not Irene Dunn, that's another real actress, but something you could remember and you could latch onto. Magazines started and there were stories about these people. These magazines are preserved and they make wonderful reading because they were almost entirely made up, they were stories just like the stories you saw on the screen, but they tried to tell you that Irena Krujinsky was a lovely, sweet girl who knitted at home and wrote to her mother once a week and she had a couple of puppies. Absolutely made up. But it was done to make you like them more.

Or, it might be someone else, not quite such a good girl, didn't have puppies, didn't keep in touch with mother, was seen out at a couple of nightclubs a week and was leading a little bit of what might be called a "fast" life. It could have, again, [been] absolutely made up but it appealed to a different kind of interpretation. From about 1910 onwards—and it goes on to this day—these personalities are marketed. The marketing could make a fortune for them, for people who control them, for people who guide them, for people who advise them and have an interest in them. It sometimes gets to the point where these people lose touch with who they are.

Now we enter what I think is truly fascinating territory. Why do people act? Why do some people act? Why are some people good at acting whereas other people would be terrified to walk up on a stage? It doesn't mean that people who are good at acting aren't terrified every day going before the camera or going up on stage; they usually are. Laurence Olivier—when he was about 60—had crippling stage fright. The most accomplished actor in the world, if you like, could hardly force himself to go on. He believed he was going to forget every line he had to say. Laurence Olivier by that stage could have made the whole play up and the audience would have sat there enraptured because he had such reputation and such esteem. He knew he was in the service of the play and he was terrified that he was going to let it down. The neurosis in acting is enormous.

I've been fascinated by it all my life and—in time of course—I've actually worked with actors. I've met a lot of them and I've come to write a book about one of them. The first, principal reason why I wrote a book about Nicole Kidman is because I am fascinated by acting and the relationship between being a person and being an actor. Because—and I talk about this at great length in the book—it's my experience and I've met a lot of actors, I don't offer this as an absolute generalization but I think it's true more often than not—great actors are very uneasy with themselves. They do not quite know who they are. They need to pretend to be other people. It's a very frightening thing. And the job of acting is not nearly as pleasant as Entertainment Tonight, etc. makes it out to be. It's a very hard life, you all know. Any fan of Bette Davis and Joan Crawford know they both ended up pretty wretched, and they were both turned upon by children or adopted children who said—when their mothers were gone or even before their mothers were gone—let me tell you what it was like being her daughter and having to smile for the cameras when they came around from Photoplay and the magazines because, oh, we've got to do a piece on mommy and her children.

There's a book called Mommie, Dearest written by Joan Crawford's adopted daughter Christina that came out in the late '70s; a milestone in this kind of muckraking. But, clearly, a cry from the heart from that child who had had the most miserable life as she said because she was a bit part player in Joan Crawford's life. Now, some people say she had been very hard on her mother and very cruel; but, an awful lot of the children of actors say the same kind of thing. They say, "I've seen my mother on screen with children I've never met and she's been mothering them and she's so good at mothering them on screen I sometimes wish she was like that with me." Tough predicaments and endlessly insoluble, you can't come up with an answer. Different people, of course, handle it in different ways.

But I wanted to get into that kind of life and situation. I wanted to write about somebody who I think is really a star. Now, once upon a time we had movie stars and everyone knew who they were and nowadays we have a few stars, real stars, and a lot of people who are actors in films for a few years and then fade away. Nicole Kidman has been a star for about half her life. She's powerful. What do I mean by that? Well, in November a film is going to open called Fur, which is a story about the great American photographer Diane Arbus. That's a film that was trying to be made. In other words, people were trying to make it for about 10 years. It had so unusual an approach to its subject that they could not get it funded until Nicole Kidman came along and read the script and said, "I'll do it. I'll do it for much less than I'm usually paid." She is paid at the moment—or can be paid as much as any actress is paid at the moment—in the region of $15-$20,000,000 for a picture. She said, "I'll do it for much less. I'll take a percentage of the gross but I'll gamble that it's going to work if that will let you get it made." They got the film made and—when the film comes along in November—I hope you'll go see it because it's exactly typical of her daring, her willingness to do things that a lot of actresses would not do, and to get into a material and a subject matter that is disconcerting sometimes, alarming, novel, dangerous. She's a risk taking actress and she's still got the charisma of a star, partly for physical reasons. She's very tall. She has this amazing china quality skin and she's got the look that will photograph.

Another little thing about acting, let me just at random ask this group here: in our lives we are quite often these days photographed by relatives, by friends, by people who need our image for identification purposes. How many people here enjoy being photographed? [I was one of two to raise my hand.] I think most people—backed by this quick survey—are edgy, nervous, insecure about being photographed. Actors in film love to be photographed. They believe they were born to be photographed. They know—they do not think—they know they have a relationship with the camera. It's not enough to say they're vain because it's not a matter of vanity. It's not enough to say they're beautiful, or goodlooking, or exceptional looking, although they probably are. They have a relationship to the camera. The camera is their white rabbit, their intimate, their confidante. They know the camera understands them and they trust the camera in a way many of us don't. They like to be photographed and they like to go to work. They like to pretend they are other people. Which is not the easiest thing if they're trying to live with other people. I mean, if you go home tonight after this event and you've got—I don't know—companions at home, spouses, siblings, children, parents, and you come in the door and they say, "Oh, I have something I need you for." It's not terribly good for the relationship if you say, "Hush darling, I'm still being Virginia Woolf. Or I'm still being Diane Arbus." Because your kids or your parents will get sick of it pretty quickly. It will damage, it will endanger, your life.

But if you have all day been filming a scene where you're Virginia Woolf, and it's a scene, let's say, where Virginia Woolf is either wondering what the first sentence of Mrs. Dalloway will be, or she's wondering whether she can pluck up the courage to tell the servants what to cook for dinner, or whether she will go commit suicide this afternoon, and if the director keeps saying, "Nicole, you're not quite there" and you've got to get into it just that little bit more, just that little bit more where it begins to become dangerous. Well, you'd probably need to be driven home because you may not be in the best state for driving and, when you get home, exhausted, because—whatever else, filmmaking is physically exhausting, you may have had to do that scene 25 times—if your child says, "Mommy, can you help me with my homework?" You might easily say, "Not tonight." Which is a pity, for the homework, and for the child, and for the actresses's hopes at sustaining a natural life. If only for this reason that if you are an actress, and if you're doing good work, you know that part of it is pretending—and pretending is kind of a pure game—but part of it is knowing enough about life to know what everyone else fears. So it's looking at your child's face when you say, "I'm too tired tonight" and seeing the disappointment, and looking at that look of disappointment, and saying, "I've got to remember that look because a film may come along in a couple of years where I need exactly that look of disappointment." It's cannibalism in a strange sort of way.

I'm making it a very extreme collision course, but, it has a lot to do with why a lot of actors and actresses end up quite unhappy people, no matter that they may have brought immense happiness to millions. It's a very strange trade to be loved by strangers. All of those things drew me to the fact, plus—and I couldn't have done this book if this was not true—if I had been 5 or 65, I like Nicole Kidman in the way that Sandra Bullock, for me, okay, I understand people are crazy about Sandra Bullock but I think she's sort of ordinary. Nicole Kidman turns me on. I do not mean that in a sort of direct sexually desiring way, but in a fantasy way, and we all fantasize all the time when we go to the movies.

So that's really what's behind this book. I'm stepping into a genre—the star biography—that's a pretty trashy form. A lot of these books are ghostwritten by hack journalists who interview the star for two days and they turn it into something. I had finished this book before Nicole Kidman agreed to talk to me. I had approached her through her people very early on and the answer came back that she was interested but she was too busy. Understandable. She works very hard. Only very near the end, when I actually had a first draft, did her people call me and say, "Are you still interested in talking to her? Because she's got a window of opportunity coming up. And if it coincides with your window of opportunity"—my windows are so much more flexible—"maybe we can do something." She talked to me for an hour on the phone and she was decent, funny, and human, and natural, just like a real person. She didn't really say anything revealing because I think she'd made up her mind that she would not, but that she would collaborate with the book. She said, "Of course, one day"—and I've never met an actor or actress of whom this isn't true—"one day I'll do my own book." Occasionally they do. Bette Davis wrote a very good book called My Lonely Life. Not too many actors and actresses have it in them to write a book or even to dictate it and by the end—when they might think of doing that—they're cracking up in a lot of ways and so they don't actually get around to it.

I know a good deal about film. I know a good deal about acting. I was able to get to a lot of people she's worked with who talked to me candidly about what it was like. They were nearly all of them intensely admiring of her and that's the fruit that's in this book. It's a book about someone who will be 40 next year so it's certainly not a book that makes up its mind about anything important. Except to say that to be 40 for an actress is a very very frightening moment. You don't see too many women over 40 playing lead roles in American movies. Indeed, if you look at American movies these days, you could believe that something quite mysterious happens in this country where beyond about 45 people are locked away in closets; beyond 60, well, they just don't exist. We don't have people over 60 in this country. It's not even anything decent or nice that you want to talk about. So we don't make films about people when they have actually reached the stage of life when, I think, they're most interesting. Because they've learned the most. Because they've got the most to pass on to you. Their hopes have become more realistic and when their ability to convey what they think has improved a good deal. A tragedy. A terrible cultural failing in our cinema. This awful, awful stress upon youth and—beautiful as she is—I think Nicole Kidman knows how to look in the mirror and see warning signs. I think she's been seeing them for a few years and I actually think she's been doing a few things about them, which—generally speaking—is not a good move these days. Because the things you do about them tend to draw attention to the problem. As we all know, as we grow older, people who are 40, and 60, and 80 look terrific. They look like human beings. What more can you ask?

So it's a frightening time for her. It's a frightening time too because she's gotten used in some ways to earning $15-$20,000,000 a time. Habits form quite easily around things like that. She has a lot of people to support. People to look after her: agents, lawyers, managers, pr people, people to look after her children when she's not there—which is quite a lot of the time—people to drive her, people to keep the fans back, people who will sit in a restaurant and make sure no one makes an attack upon her, when she goes out she goes out with people like that. They have to be paid for. She could choose to say, "I won't take $15,000,000 for this film; I'll just take $1,500,000." Just $1,500,000 for 10 weeks work. It's a very big concession on her part. But every time she does it, she gambles that someone's going to come along and say, "Will you make Bewitched?"—even though Bewitched was a silly waste of time—"and we'll give you $20,000,000." If her looks begin to go enough, they won't do that, and she will have to adjust her whole standard of living and her whole career and that's frightening. Those are the kind of things I talk about in this book.

I just wanted to sort of let you realize that a serious person—such as myself—can take an actress very seriously. There have been a few reviews of this book that have said, "Well, it's really unworthy of a film professor, a historian like David Thomson, to just write about an actress." I beg to differ. I don't think there's anything closer to the heart with movies than acting. I still go to see people in movies. I would still go to see any film she makes. I would still go to see any film Johnny Depp makes because they both have—call it a charm—something that the camera seems to like. Denzel Washington. There are maybe 10 people today who really have it. In 1930, 1940, there were a lot more who had it because stardom was just—well, there were more stars around.

I hope we're not going to lose stars. I hope we're not going to let stardom be eclipsed by this dreadful sort of mock version of it called celebrity, where everyone knows they're a celebrity for a very short time and it's gone. That's really what this book is about. It's a very serious book about a wonderful, universal subject and, I think, a very brave, independent, risk taking young woman. Somebody James Stewart would have liked.

Cross-posted at Twitch.

11/09/06 UPDATE: Steve Jenkins wryly reviews David Thomson's latest at The Greencine Daily. "Many readers," Steve writes, "have been put off by the naked yearning with which Thompson expresses his devotion throughout the book, but I don't find his approach inherently troubling. Desire is indeed a crucial component of our best and worst moviegoing experiences and their lifelong aftereffects, and delving into this sticky territory of unhealthy adoration seems bravely foolish, and certainly more welcome than yet another rote star bio that gingerly skirts messy obsession."