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Monday, March 8, 2010

1959: Pickpocket (Robert Bresson)

1959: Pickpocket (Robert Bresson)

Restraint, specificity.  Simplicity, cinema distilled.  I understand that Bresson's approach is not for everyone, but I have always gravitated towards things that are spare, spartan, and clean.  Bresson's cinema is like meditation for me.  I enter all clumped and cluttered and exit reminded of what is most essential.


Or imagine being stuck on an island, without food for four or five days. Then, after an excruciating period, someone suddenly shows up with the most appetizing, most gourmet entree you've ever tasted (not a very large portion, mind you).  That's the way the ride feels for me with most of Bresson.  It is slow-going, even tough at times, but when the journey ends, it makes sense.  I understand the reasons I was subjected to such an experience.  


Pickpocket is my favorite Bresson.  I like Bresson in the contemporary, urban setting.  But I also love Mouchette, Au Hasard Balthazar, A Man Escaped, and L'argent


My biggest artistic obsession is a concern over our world (and movies) getting louder and faster every year.  Although even more extreme than where I'd like to land, Bresson is a template for me in terms of how to go in another direction. 
    

Other contenders for 1959: I have a good many gaps from this year, too.  These are:  Andre De Toth's The Day of the Outlaw, Georges Franju's Eyes Without a Face, Kon Ichikawa's Fires on the Plain, Budd Boetticher's Ride Lonesome, Satyatit Ray's The World of Apu, Jean Cocteau's Le testament d'Orphee, Fritz Lang's The Tiger of Eschnapur and The Indian Tomb, Nicholas Ray's The Savage Innocents, and Yasujiro Ozu's Floating Weeds.  I really need to re-watch William Wyler's Ben Hur and Alain Resnais' Hiroshima Mon Amour as it's been too long since I saw either to know where they would place on this list.  I also need to revisit Alfred Hitchcock's North by Northwest as it's never impacted me like some of the other Hitchcock.  But I do really like Otto Preminger's Anatomy of a Murder, Michelangelo Antonioni's L'avventura, John Cassavetes' Shadows, and Claude Chabrol's Le Beau Serge.  I love Roberto Rossellini's General della Rovere, Claude Chabrol's Les Cousins, and Francois Truffaut's The 400 Blows.  And my two closest runners-up are Jean-Luc Godard's Breathless and (another one of my favorite films of all time) Howard Hawks' Rio Bravo.


4/5/11 I watched Budd Boetticher's Ride Lonesome.  Subtle and spare, Boetticher shows that he is one of the absolute masters of the austere, adult western.  It's also as clear as ever that Boetticher likes to present a certain code and morality, and that his eye for the outdoors was almost on par with that of Anthony Mann.


4/7/11 I watched Georges Franju's Eyes Without a Face.  Almost feels like a Tourneur-Lewton film but even more dark and disturbing.  A unique and strong horror film, with some gut-wrenching scenes like the one up-close operation and the dog slaughter at the end.  


4/8/11 I watched Kon Ichikawa's Fires on the Plain.  The horrors of war, and Ichikawa just keeps pounding this idea, image after image, scene after scene.  I found it more claustrophobic than The Burmese Harp and less satisfying as a result.  


5/24/11 I watched Yasujiro Ozu's Floating Weeds.  A revisit of one of his earlier works, this feels like minor Ozu.  Humanistic and full of some moments of great forgiveness but without the great depth of my favorite Ozu films.  


3/18/12 I watched Andre De Toth's Day of the Outlaw.  Raw, dark, and artful, there's something absolutely uncompromising about De Toth's work here.  The tone almost makes you think you're watching a horror film, but the pacing and cinematography feel more like European art film.  One of the most unique westerns I have ever seen and a key work of any genre.  

9/6/14 I watched Yasujiro Ozu's Good Morning.  Ozu continues to dazzle.  There is so much life captured in his work.  And there is a surpising amount of levity to his approach and tone.  Although I might prefer a few of his other films, Good Morning would be an absolute masterpiece by most filmmaker's standards.  As a portrait on the fear of Westernization in the late fifties, this one has few if any rivals.  And it is interesting to see it as an influence on Kitano's style and as a bit of a sibling film to The 400 Blows.

9/7/14 I watched Roberto Rossellini's India: Matri Bhumi.  Yet another brilliant piece by one of my all time favorite filmmakers.  Rossellini teaches us about animals and makes us see them in ways we never have.  In the process he also makes us think about our own lives and how many humans have a choice to hunt, be hunted, or like Ramu the monkey at the end actually have no choices at all.  A brilliant look at India and a beautiful meditation on life.  

12/31/15 I watched Samuel Fuller's The Crimson Kimono.  Fuller's camerawork impressed me the most, it is expressionistic and it is emotional.  Unfortunately some of the writing lets him down and I never fully believed some of the emotional conflict which is really the hinge of the final half hour.  

2/19/17 I rewatched Alain Resnais' Hiroshima Mon Amour.  I had not seen this since I first saw it in a Parisian arthouse in 1994.  It's a challenging film, strange and a bit of a huis clos but clearly the work of an unusally smart and thoughtful team (I'm thinking Resnais, Duras, Vierny and Delerue).  

6/10/18 I watched Jean-Pierre Melville's Deux Hommes dans Manhattan.  The black-and-white photography of the City is fantastic and it is pretty snappy for a Melville pic.  But I was never terribly invested in the plot.  Nothing really did it for me except for maybe the final minute.

3/30/20 I watched Fritz Lang's The Tiger of Eschnapur and The Indian Tomb.  I have long wanted to track down these two films that were made right at the end of Lang's career.  I knew they had a large reputation among some people I admire and were a little different than anything else he had done.  They actually share a lot in common with some of his pre-American work such as Spies or The Testament of Dr. Mabuse.  But what is new is the Indian setting and Lang's attitude and perspective.  As to be expected, Lang shoots precisely and constructs a number of excellent set pieces throughout the two films.  And the film's influence can be felt in films as different as Pierrot Le Fou  (Godard's shot directly looking at the hot sun) or all throughout the Indiana Jones trilogy.

4/11/20 I watched Robert Wise's Odds Against Tomorrow.  With Abe Polonsky penning the script, there is certainly some interesting subtext, particularly related to racism.  But all in all, only a mediocre noir compared to the great films the genre has produced.

10/15/23 I watched Aram Avakian and Bert Stern's Jazz on a Summer's Day.  Most noteworthy for the footage of performances by Mahalia, Louis, Thelonious, Gerry Mulligan and Chico Hamilton.  Not terribly memorable otherwise.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Come and Get It

It's a treat to write something about a new Howard Hawks discovery. Hawks has long been one of my favorite directors.  I could easily count Rio Bravo, His Girl Friday, and Sergeant York among my "desert island group".  And I'm also quite fond of at least another five to ten of his films that I have seen:  Rio Lobo, El Dorado, Red Line 7000, Man's Favorite Sport?, Hatari!, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, I Was a War Male Bride, Red River, The Big Sleep, To Have and Have Not, Bringing Up Baby, Barbary Coast, and Scarface (okay maybe it's a little more than five or ten).

Some of his earlier work is actually quite hard to locate.  But I'll have to keep looking.  There's at least another ten of his films that people talk about that I've never had the opportunity to see.

This film, Come and Get It, is an interesting one.  First off, it marks a collaboration with another directorial giant from the time, William Wyler.   IMDb says that Wyler directed 70 films in his career.  (Ah, what a glorious time the golden age was when a director could have that level of output.)  There's much of Wyler I've yet to see, but I absolutely love Roman Holiday, The Heiress, and The Best Years of Our Lives.

And Come and Get It is no exception.  The film has Hawks' ability to distill and refine.  Watching a Hawks' film for me is like when someone says about a great chef that his/her dish taste clean.  His work always feels uncluttered to me without being overly simplistic.

But Hawks, also, has always felt like an optimist to me.  It seemed like he never really wanted to leave the audience with a bitter taste in their mouth.  Wyler, meanwhile, seems much more willing to go to that place.  The end of The Heiress, for instance, I find to be one of the most disturbing finales of that entire period.  And Come and Get It ends on a note that is every bit as ambiguous, unresolved, and uncomfortable.

Needless to say, since we have two of the most accomplished directors of the period working on the film, the performances are sublime: Edward Arnold, Joel McCrea, and Walter Brennan are all tremendous. And Frances Farmer is magical.

The film might have a little too much music and an extremely basic directorial approach, but I also think it gets at some themes and emotions that most work can only hope to achieve.  Chalk up another one for Hawks and Wyler, Come and Get It is a real keeper.


*I feel I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that, about a year ago, the excellent blog, Only The Cinema, conducted an "Early Howard Hawks Blog-A-Thon" (http://seul-le-cinema.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-howard-hawks-blog-thon.html).  I encourage a look if you want to read more about this period in Hawks' career or Hawks, in general.