Review of ANOTHER FINE MESS: A HISTORY OF AMERICAN FILM COMEDY

From Film Comment (November-December 2010). — J.R.

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Another Fine Mess: A History of American Film Comedy

By Saul Austerlitz Chicago Review Press, $24.95

As an audacious and ambitious canonizing gesture, this highly readable critical volume comes closer to Sarris’s The American Cinema than it does to Thomson’s Biographical Dictionary of Film, if only because the author can always be counted on to have seen the work he writes about. Omissions are of course inevitable, and even though I don’t know Austerlitz’s age, I suspect that most of the lacunae I notice in the creative figures he selects for his 30 chapters and 105 shorter entries — such as Fred Allen, Danny Kaye, Martha Raye, and Red Skelton — are generationally determined for both of us; older and younger readers will come up with other missing names. But the amount that he actually covers is impressive.

Sometimes the organizational strategies get weird: the chapter on Dustin Hoffman, delving perceptively into the Jewish aspects of his persona, also manages to be a chapter about Warren Beatty. Some of the research is sloppy: Orson Welles couldn’t have “credited” The Power and the Glory as an “inspiration” if he maintained that he’d never seen it. Austerlitz doesn’t convince me that Jerry Lewis’s Buddy Love in The Nutty Professor is a caricature of Dean Martin, even after conceding that the character is also an autocritique, but the charting of Lewis’s directorial career as one of decline is worth considering whether or not one agrees. The same goes for the downhill path traced in Albert Brooks (one of the liveliest chapters).

The author seems most fallible when it comes to satire — preferring Wag the Dog to Bulworth, underrating George Axelrod (whose Lord Love a Duck goes unmentioned), short-changing Frank Tashlin (whom he mislabels a cynic), and omitting Joe Dante entirely. There’s also no entry on Richard Lester; but in the Peter Sellers chapter, A Hard Day’s Night is pointedly called a feature-length remake of The Running Jumping & Standing Still Film.

Published on 30 Nov 2010 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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Recommended Reading: n + 1, Fall 2010

They call it their “Self-Improvement” issue, and while flying today from Richmond to Chicago, I read three especially good articles about the sorry state of our nation, each one a pretty good substitute for the sort of news and editorials that we’re no longer getting. Here are teasers from each one:

From “Revolt of the Elites” (unsigned) in The Intellectual Situation (p. 15):

“Who…is guility of elitism, if not the elitely educated in general? The main culprits turn out to be people for whom a monied and therefore educated background lies behind the adoption of aesthetic, intellectual, or political values that demur from the money-making mandate that otherwise dominates society.”

From “Caucasian Nation” by Marco Roth in Politics (p. 14):

“The robust case for dominating other people sounds awful to most American ears today. So the contemporary idea of ethnocracy relies instead on an opposite rhetoric of victimization. The simple-minded mantra we’re taught in grade school goes like this: blacks good because oppressed, whites bad because oppressors. So if whites suddenly became oppressed, even while remaining the majority, they would magically become good again. Many Americans are now being taught to think this way.”

From “The Two Cultures of Life” by Kristin Dombek in Essays (p. 105):

“When Scott Roeder murdered George Tiller [the abortion doctor in Wichita], the only US citizen on the FBI’s Most Wanted Terrorist list was Daniel Andreas San Diego, who was allegedly involved in  the 2003 bombings of three Bay Area office buildings belonging to the Chiron and Shaklee Corporations, customers of the animal testing lab Huntington Life Sciences. Huntington employees have been caught on tape doing things like  punching puppies and dissecting monkeys alive. According to the FBI’s website, San Diego has “psychopathic” tattoos of burning hills and collapsing buildings. He has “ties to animal rights extremist groups” and is “known to follow a vegan diet, eating no meat or food containing animal products.” No one was hurt in the Bay Area bombings — they caused only property damage — and San Diego is only a suspect; nevertheless, he is still, at this writing, at the top of the FBI’s list.” [11/24/10]

Published on 24 Nov 2010 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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One of My Favorite Things [On McCoy Tyner]

On volume 2 of this superb two-disc set (One Down, One Up: Live at the Half Note), recorded on Alan Grant’s “Portraits in Jazz” radio show on May 7, 1965, is a spectacular 13-minute piano solo by McCoy Tyner on “My Favorite Things” that covers well over half of the number’s almost 23 minutes. This solo is incidentally bracketed by some of Coltrane’s loveliest soprano-sax glisssandos on disc, but what amazes me about Tyner’s cascading tour de force is not only how he keeps it going in unforeseeable directions, but also how many different directions this consists of — tonal and atonal, rhythmic and melodic, calm and frenzied — and how steadily it builds to Coltrane’s second solo.

What follows is the final draft of a treatment for a documentary about Tyner that I coauthored via email with cinematographer John Bailey in late 2001 and early 2002, at the behest of producer Rick Schmidlin, with and for whom I’d worked as a consultant on the 1998 re-edit of Orson Welles’s Touch of Evil. This treatment went precisely nowhere, but it did lead to a very lengthy conversation with Tyner about various ideas for the film when he was in Chicago on a gig, after which I mailed him a video of Charles Burnett’s When it Rains, a particular favorite of mine, as a model for a film that was attuned to jazz aesthetics. As I recalled to Tyner at our meeting, I had attended many sessions of him playing with Coltrane, Jimmy Garrison, and Elvin Jones at the Half Note in the mid-60s, and part of what remained with me was how concentratedly these musicians listened to one another, as if in a trance. Musicians listening to and watching other musicians is for me the great and usually neglected cornerstone of what jazz documentaries should be; my two main examples of this are Charlie Parker listening to Coleman Hawkins and Buddy Rich in a never-completed Gjon Mili documentary, and Billie Holiday watching and listening to Lester Young in The Sound of Jazz. [11/22/10]

The Real McCoy: A Proposal

In a dramatically lit closeup, McCoy Tyner recounts how as a teenager in Philadelphia he would often see Bud Powell, the greatest of the bebop pianists, in his own neighborhood–and how Bud would even come over from time to time to play McCoy’s piano, not having one of his own. McCoy’s voice continues offscreen over an overhead shot of the piano keys as he plays one of Bud’s up-tempo tunes, such as “Cleopatra’s Dream” or “Parisian Thoroughfare,”  with his trio in a studio setting. For the first few seconds, without hearing anything, we see only his powerful hands on the keys, moving in slow motion so that we can follow their precise movements and articulations. Then, as the film whips up to normal speed, his fingers become a fast blur, at the same time that the music’s sound volume is raised so that we can finally hear the playing —- a driving, pounding, up-tempo scorcher with accompaniment by bass and drums (which we see, along with a fuller view of Tyner, as the camera moves back and we cut to many different angles).

At this point Danny Glover, a good friend of Tyner, introduces himself as offscreen narrator and begins to tell us what Tyner’s teenage years were like — meeting John Coltrane for the first time, and getting his first serious gig with Art Farmer and Benny Golson’s legendary Jazztet — while John Bailey’s camera roams freely over period photographs, down city streets, into long-forgotten clubs, recording studios, and haunts.

These three opening segments sum up the overall direction that The Real McCoy is to take in terms of both style and content: a singular survivor in the jazz world, framed in a timeless space of memory and reflection, recalls how he entered, developed, and made it there; in the highly theatrical space of a studio, club, or concert hall we hear him play, and watch him and his fellow musicians play and listen to one another, without the distraction of voiceovers; then Glover’s voice leads us into the engrossing details of McCoy Tyner’s odyssey —- his long stint as John Coltrane’s irreplaceable pianist, and his subsequent development as a leader of his own groups, a composer, and an arranger.

The film will be broken into seven parts, each one beginning with a segment featuring interviews and vintage footage to tell another chapter (narrative or thematic) in McCoy’s story, followed by a complete performance. The chapter headings will include such topics as “Beginnings,” “Coltrane,” “McCoy Tyner Plays Duke Ellington,” “Monk, Powell, and Tatum,” “Passion Dance,” “McCoy and the Latin All-Stars,” and “Jazz Roots”. Each of the musical segments will feature a different lineup with many of the greatest jazz musicians alive. (Tyner’s prestige is such that he’ll clearly have the pick of the crop.) Each will be shot in a different location: the club in Philadelphia where McCoy first met Coltrane (still active and available); Rudy Van Gelder’s legendary studio in Englewood, New Jersey where McCoy, Coltrane, Garrison, and Jones recorded their classic quartet sessions. Other possibilities include the Village Vanguard, the Blue Note, the Monterey Jazz Festival, and perhaps even a concert in Havana, where Chucho Valdez has invited Tyner to perform.

Throughout this documentary, the music will comprise the “action” and story while the biography of Tyner will introduce elements of reflection and context to set these numbers up. And any film that’s about listening, as this one will be, will also be about looking — predicated on the philosophy that the way one looks at musicians already helps to determine the way one listens to them.

Published on 22 Nov 2010 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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The Poetry (and the Sociology) of Surreal Juxtaposition

Two consecutive items from Harper’s Index (Harper Magazine, December 2010):

Percentage of Americans who believe that Stephen King wrote Moby-Dick: 4

Number of U.S. states in which it is legal to own a tiger without a license: 9

[11/18/20]

Published on 18 Nov 2010 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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What I’m Reading (August 2010)

Early last August, the editor of Seminary Coop’s The Front Table (an online arm of what may be the best academic bookstore in the U.S., located on the University of Chicago campus) emailed me and asked for a contribution to their series “What I’m Reading” in conjunction with the publication of my new book. I promptly sent him the following, which, for reasons that escape me, they never published. — J.R.

What I’m Reading: Jonathan Rosenbaum

Boy in Darkness and Other Stories by Mervyn Peake. The title novella in this recent, posthumous collection, perhaps the scariest fantasy I’ve ever read, was first encountered by me in my teens, on its first publication, in a 1956 Ballantine paperback called Sometime, Never, where it was published alongside stories by two other Englishmen, William Golding and John Wyndham. I find it every bit as dreamlike and as chilling now as it was then. And it inspired me to finally start reading

The Gormenghast Novels by Mervyn Peake. This fantasy epic trilogy in slow-motion, most of it set in a castle that appears to be roughly the size of Manhattan, among characters obsessed with their duties and rituals, has beautifully vivid and magically precise prose, and it’s attractively packaged with two introductions (by Quentin Crisp and Anthony Burgess) and 140 pages of critical assessments. At this point I’m only on page 118 of Titus Groan, the first novel, but I’m looking forward to many more happy hours with this 1173-page compendium.

Film Theory: An Introduction Through the Senses by Thomas Elsaesser and Malte Hagener. One of the two textbooks I’m using in an upcoming course in Film Theory and Film Criticism that I’m teaching for the Art History department at Virginia Commonwealth University this fall. Although it’s clearly designed as a textbook, this is more academic than I’d like it to be, and I fundamentally agree with Ian Christie that there’s something fundamentally perverse about American academics designating Film Theory as a worthy object of study in its own right rather than as an expedient tool for studying particular films. But it seems intelligent, fairly comprehensive, and extremely up to date, which is why I’m using it.

Defining Moments in Movies: The Greatest Films, Stars, Scenes and Events That Made Movie Magic, edited by Chris Fujiwara. Despite the very hokey title, this lavishly illustrated 800-page collection, with short entries on about 1000 films by a team of international critics, myself included (who contributed 40 items), is the most comprehensive and sophisticated popular guide to contemporary cinephilia that I know, which is why I’m using it as a required textbook for both of my upcoming courses, to be used interactively by all my students. (I’ll be asking each of them to select at least one film and text from the book to write about). It combines playfulness with seriousness in an exemplary manner, and I’m hoping it will be especially inviting to students who prefer reading short chunks of text online if they read anything at all. I also consider this volume a good example of the kind of nonlinear film criticism that can also be found nowadays in the best DVD extras, such as those by Yuri Tsivian on Bauer, Eisenstein, and Vertov.

Writing Los Angeles: A Literary Anthology, edited by David L. Ulin. Following a tip from my old NYU classmate Marc Haefele, who now lives in Los Angeles, this is a very inviting 880-page collection that I expect to spend many happy hours with after I land in Virginia next week. It appears to be quite comprehensive, generically as well as chronologically, incorporating everyone from Mencken and Eco to Faulkner and West to Ross Macdonald and Charles Willeford to Charles Mingus and Art Pepper to Randall Jarrell and Gary Snyder to Didion and Vollmann. Which leads me, finally, to

Expelled from Eden: A William T. Vollman Reader, edited by Larry McCaffery and Michael Hemmingson. As with Peake, I’m still just getting my feet wet when it comes to the highly prolific, versatile, and eclectic Vollmann — a writer first introduced to me by filmmaker Pedro Costa, who told me about Poor People a couple of years ago. The early passage in that book about Agee and Evans’ Let Us Now Praise Famous Men immediately whetted my appetite for more, and I’ve been profitably dipping into many different parts of this collection more recently. I was especially pleased to discover, incidentally, on the 1990 “List of ‘Contemporary’ Books Most Admired by Vollmann”, “the first two books of Mervyn Peake’s Gormenghast triliogy”.

Published on 09 Nov 2010 in Notes, by jrosenbaum

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