Goodnight Sweet Liz

Today here at Film Gab we hang our heads at the passing of a legend. Elizabeth Taylor will be eulogized today in just about every possible newspaper, e-mail and blog posting because she was the embodiment of that rare creature we call a "Moviestar." From her days as a young starlet at MGM in films like National Velvet (1944) to her more mature roles in films like Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966), Taylor was more than just a beautiful woman. She was an actress with a passionate desire to grow and develop. Not content to just be a "violet-eyed beauty", Taylor made dynamic and powerful film role choices that earned her five Academy Award nominations and two wins. That passion spilled over into her personal life causing headlines around the world when affairs and marriages erupted, sometimes tranishing her reputation, but more often than not, simply adding to her glamour and allure. As her film career faded, Taylor did not sit idly by. She became one of the first outspoken AIDS activists, giving a public voice to a disease that many others were trying to hide. Taylor lived a full life- the kind she might have portrayed on screen. And we are grateful for every moment of it.

12 Step Gab

Wise: Hi there, Werth!

Werth: Please, stop typing so loud.

Wise: Did someone celebrate his faux Irish heritage too much last night?

Werth: There’s some Irish on my Grandfather’s side... and yes.

Wise: You know the best cure for a hangover?

Werth: Four Tylenol washed down with a fifth of Cointreau?


Wise: Alcoholic Movies!

Werth: Ah! The hair of the Hollywood that bit you.

Wise: Indeed. When I’m getting my fix of over-imbibing on the silver screen, I like to serve it dry with a twist of old Hollywood glamor and a splash of 80’s bitters.  

Werth: Sounds like you’re going to dunk Joan Collins’ “Dynasty” shoulder pads into a mug of Old Grandad. 

Wise: Close, but actually I’m thinking of Postcards from the Edge, Mike Nichols’ film version of Carrie Fisher’s thinly veiled roman a clef about the excesses of an actress as she struggles with addictions, a turbulent love life, and the unending and unhelpful razzmatazz of her screen legend mother.  

Werth: Razzmatazz that will drive a body straight to Jenny Craig.

Wise: Meryl Streep plays Suzanne Vale, an effervescent actress with a few hits under her belt and a few bumps up her nose.  After a stint in rehab, and before the insurance company will allow her to start her next film, she moves in with her mother and is forced to negotiate both her recovery and her complicated maternal relationship.  Of course that relationship is even more difficult when your mother is played by Shirley MacLaine in Debbie Reynolds drag.  

Werth: That would make a great Halloween costume. 

Wise: Postcards isn’t a perfect film, but it is loaded with great performances and some genuinely funny jokes made at Hollywood’s expense.  Annette Bening, Richard Dreyfuss, and Gene Hackman all have small but pivotal roles, and their presence gives the movie a kind of insider-y feel.  It’s fun to watch the fictional world of movie-making bleed into Suzanne’s real life, just like it’s fun to play a guessing game of how much of the story is based on Carrie Fisher’s own experiences.  

Werth: I liked seeing Conrad Bain get some post-“Diff’rent Strokes” work.

Wise: Both Streep and MacLaine get to sing a couple of numbers which adds extra zest to the affair.  Plus Dennis Quaid does a lot of shirtless smirking while causing a lot of trouble for Suzanne.  He’s at the height of the golden, good-time boy era of his career and he cheerfully lures Suzanne into and out of the bedroom before eventually dumping her at the emergency room after an overdose.  

Werth: I find that the best way to cure a Dennis Quaid overdose is to hit rock-bottom with the drunkenly delightful Dudley Moore in 1981’s Arthur.

Wise: Not to be confused with the Russell Brand re-make that comes out April 8th.

Werth: Of course not. Arthur is a wealthy, lovable, ne’er-do-well lush who spends his nights at the Plaza eating dinner with lycra-clad street walkers and his days waking up in a bedroom with a trainset.

After taking a bath wearing a top hat, he can be found traipsing through New York department stores with his British-ly acerbic manservant, Hobson, played with hilarious elan by the Oscar-winning John Gielgud.

 

Wise: Isn’t that how you spend your days?

Werth: Just Saturdays. Arthur’s boozey life gets a wake-up call from his father, however, when he is told he has to marry heiress Susan Johnson (a pre- L.A. Law Jill Eikenberry) or be written off without a sou. 


Wise: There are worse things than marrying an heiress. 

Werth: Only Arthur has just found love in the Bergdorf’s tie department care of sassy shoplifter, Liza Minnelli.

Wise: What’s a drunk millionaire to do?

 Werth: What really makes this movie work is its total devotion to its lead character. Dudley Moore waltzes effortlessly across the screen as a winsome drunk. His pathetic-ness is charming, his social faux pas endearing, his care and love for Hobson heart-touching. The film doesn’t make us pity Arthur’s drunkenness. In fact, we wait anxiously for his next bender. But it also doesn’t glorify his drinking problem. As grand a caricature as Arthur is, he feels utterly human. And with spot-on supporting performances from Gielgud, Minnelli, Barney Martin and Geraldine Fizgerald, Arthur’s life doesn’t make us want to run to an AA Meeting, but to the arms of someone we love.

Wise: It sounds like you got caught between the moon and New York City.

Werth: And if any theme song could give you a hangover, Christopher Cross’ could.

Wise: No worries. You and our faithful readers can just put an ice pack on your heads and tune in next week for more intoxicating Film Gab!

The Big Screen in the Sky

Film Gab has just learned that British actor Michael Gough has passed. Most popularly known for his role as  Alfred Pennyworth, the loyal manservant to Bruce Wayne in the Tim Burton Batman re-vamps, Gough was also a mainstay of English B-horror films (some might say C or D films) of the 60's and 70's. Gough could be seen snarling and being angrily British in such cult classics as Konga (1961), Berserk (1967) and Trog (1970) (the two latter films with the equally snarly and angry Joan Crawford). When you can hold your own opposite a giant ape, a prehistoric man and Joan Crawford, you deserve a seat in Heaven. Gough was 94.

Objects Lesson

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Special shout-out to Film Gab fan Patrick Connolly for suggesting this site for our readers!

Happy Liza Day!

We here at Film Gab just wanted to take the opportunity to wish you and yours a very happy Liza Minnelli Day! Whether you watch Cabaret, walk around with jazz hands all day, or just wear giant eyelashes, we hope you enjoy celebrating the 65th birthday of this Hollywood/Broadway icon.

One Gab at a Time

Werth: So, join us next week for some up-to-the-minute laughs on Film Gab!

Wise: Um, why are you starting out with our tagline?

Werth: Because it’s Daylight Savings this weekend and since we spring ahead I thought maybe if we began at the end of this week’s blog and went backwards to the beginning, we might be able to tear a hole in the Space-Time continuum and get back that missing hour of sleep.  

 Wise: Wouldn’t it be more productive if we discussed the many surprising and elastic ways that film manipulates time?  

Werth: Are you talking about the two hours we’ll never get back from watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine?  

Wise: What I mean is how strange it is that a two-hour movie can encompass a ten-year epic of war and romance, or it can follow a single afternoon.  Films are able to bend time, to stretch it, to take us into the future or into the past—

Werth: To before we actually paid for our tickets for Wolverine.

Wise: One of my favorite films to use time in an unexpected way is Gary Ross’s Pleasantville from 1998 because it uses time as a place, a sort of sideways neverland where the past and the present have a chance to interact.  Tobey Maguire plays David, a 90’s teenager who idealizes his favorite 1950’s sitcom and who longs to live in a world where complications are easily resolved and and the moral choice is always clear.  His sister, Jennifer, played by Reese Witherspoon as a fast-living, boy crazy tartlet, thinks he’s nuts for wanting to live such a straitlaced life.  When a mysterious TV repairman, played by Don Knotts, arrives unexpectedly, he sends them hurtling into the fictional world of the titular TV show.  

Werth: Where all their problems are solved before the final fadeout... and you said titular. 

Wise:  A lot of David and Jennifer’s problems do get solved by the end of the film, but for the most part the lesson they learn is that the world is an ambiguous place and that sometimes appreciating the multiplicity of life is a lot more rewarding than sticking firm to any preconceived ideas.  

Werth: I’d like to stick firm to Tobey Maguire.

Wise: Ross uses a lovely metaphor: through their interactions with the black and white inhabitants of Pleasantville, David and Jennifer gradually bring color and beauty to their lives. Shot in the shadowless, square-framed style of 1950s TV, the landscape of Pleasantville begins to bloom with color, taking on the vibrant blush of classic Technicolor.  Of course this rupture of the staid world of black and white brings conflict, but it also brings passion and life, and in the end, David and Jennifer have to make some tough decisions not only about how they live but when.  

Werth: I’m glad that you covered a place so pleasant, because my place in time is very uncomfortable.

Wise: As uncomfortable as your Tobey Maguire comment?

Werth: So uncomfortable it originally earned an ‘X’ rating. Time plays an integral part not just in the plot, but in the filming of Stanley Kubrick’s violent opus, A Clockwork Orange (1971).

Wise: And it has ‘clock’ in the title.

Werth: Based on Anthony Burgess’ controversial work of the same name, Kubrick’s provocative sci-fi morality play is set in a dystopian future. What is fascinating about Kubrick’s use of time setting is that we aren’t quite sure how far in the future it is. The fashion style has elements of the British mod movement and the architecture and artwork have a distinctly late 60’s feel, mainly because most of it was shot on location in England at that time. But unlike other sci-fi epics, there seems to be no advanced technology. This leaves the audience, especially modern ones, with the feeling that they are in both the past and the future at the same time.

Wise: Kind of like Cher’s face.  She’s looks both seventeen and part of the master alien race.  

Werth: The “hero” of Clockwork is Alex DeLarge (Malcolm McDowell), a walking, talking id that feels no remorse for the violent and sexual attacks he and his “droogs” perpetrate on innocent victims. However, once he is captured by police, he is subjected to an institutional brutality that Kubrick (and Burgess) would argue is as cruel and immoral as Alex’s previous predations.

Wise: Oh, so you’re saying Alex did time?

Werth: Kubrick also uses the concept of time in his actual filming. For the scene where Alex decides to nip some dissent in his ranks in the bud, he lashes out with his cane and blade at his henchmen. It’s all shot in slow motion, Alex’s voiceover speaking his thoughts as he makes the decision to hack at his own men. The violence is lessened and stylized, making it a visual counterpoint to the previous scenes of real-time carnage. In another scene Kubrick shoots Alex’s bit of the old “in-out, in-out” with two girls in time lapse. The sexual exploits of an afternoon are compressed into a couple minutes, speeding the action up and making the scene comical, the sex meaningless. It’s like the sped up car traffic in Ron Fricke’s Chronos, only with people, clothes and a bed.

Wise: Nakedness can often make a film suddenly watchable.

Werth: Alex’s final fantasy that proves his mind is free of the Ludovico Technique is also shot in slow motion.  The vaguely My Fair Lady crowd applauds Alex’s “performance”, giving his character and the audience the time to relish his new-found freedom.
 

Wise: Since we lose an hour Saturday night, I hope everyone has time to enjoy both these films.

Werth: If not, we’ll pick two more timely films to gab about next week!

Oscar? I Hardly Know Her!

Werth: Welcome to our First Annual Oscar Post-Show Wrap-up, Wise!

Wise: It’s good to be here, Werth.

Werth: So since everyone else has re-hashed the ceremony, the winners, the fashions—

Wise: —Melissa Leo’s F-bomb—

Werth: —and Charlie Sheen.

Wise: Charlie Sheen wasn’t at the Oscars.

Werth: I know, but everyone keeps talking about him.  So, we here at Film Gab are going to focus on an overlooked Oscar topic—

Wise: The losers. It must be terrible riding high on the rush of earning a nomination, being feted all over town, getting gussied up by some chic designer for the red carpet strut only to come crashing back to earth when someone else’s name is read.  And the worst part is having your disappointment broadcast around the globe.

Werth: I think the biggest loser this year had to be beautiful, classy, and amazingly talented Annette Bening.

Wise: Because she’s married to Warren Beatty?

Werth: Because she’s been left at the altar four times by old man Oscar.

Wise: Always a bridesmaid, never a bride... except to Warren Beatty.

Werth: But Annette should take heart! She is in good best actress loser company. In fact, in 1951, there were two monumental lady losers.

Wise: I’ll bet neither of them was married to Warren Beatty.

Werth: Not that we know of. The Best Actress category at the 1951 Oscars had two of the most iconic performances in film history going head-to-head: Bette Davis’ willfull, grand dame of the theater Margot Channing in All About Eve; and Gloria Swanson’s neurotic, silent-film star Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard.

Wise: Now THAT’S a film character throw-down I’d like to see!

Werth: Lots of name-calling, nail-scratching and smoking. Helped along by Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s Oscar-winning dialogue, Davis is a force of nature in All About Eve as the aging theater star who has to ward off the advances of an ambitious underling. She is tough, elegant, funny and at certain moments, vulnerable. Davis’ song-worthy eyes flash with an intensity that goes beyond mere performance. She becomes Channing and endows her with the fire that made Davis one of the most fascinating actresses, and Channing one of her most fascinating characters.

Wise: Until she did Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

Werth: Speaking of crazy old ladies, Davis’ 1951 formidable competition came from an old, silent film star playing an old, silent film star. By the time Gloria Swanson made Sunset Boulevard she was already a Hollywood legend, but she had been out of the limelight for many years. So her turn as forgotten silent screen siren Norma Desmond seemed eerily close to home. Swanson always declared she was nothing like Desmond, which is good to hear. As Desmond, her wide-eyed focus, her grandly inflected voice, her flailing gestures with a wire cigarette holder clutching her finger are so over-the-top that her desperation practically reaches through the screen to grab and shake you. Swanson’s genius was to make this grand Guignol character noble and proud, so that as she descended into madness, we pitied instead of laughing at her.

Wise: It would be hard to choose which performance deserved the Oscar more.

Werth: Apparently Academy members that year felt the same way, because they gave the statuette to Judy Holliday for her brilliantly funny turn as a goofy mob moll in Born Yesterday. Neither Davis nor Swanson would ever win another Oscar, but perhaps they get the last laugh as their star turns in these two films have become ingrained in our culture whereas Holliday (despite her amazing talents) has faded into the shadows of these two “losers.”

Wise: It is interesting how shortsighted the Oscars can sometimes be.  What seems like the performance of the year, can quickly fade from memory, while an overlooked performance emerges as iconic.  

Werth: Ya’ hear that Natalie P.?  

Wise: If we’re discussing Oscar’s losers, then I don’t think there are many better examples than Judy Garland’s loss to Grace Kelly in 1954, partly because Garland performance in A Star is Born is the best of her career, but mostly because Grace Kelly’s emotional turn in  The Country Girl has been almost completely overshadowed by the image of icy blond perfection she epitomized while working with Hitchcock in  Rear Window and To Catch a Thief.  The Country Girl was an unglamorous departure for Kelly—

Werth: And we all know how the Academy loves to reward beautiful actresses for playing “ugly”... or demented ballerina bird chicks.  

Wise: Still, as good as she is in the role of long-suffering wife of drunk actor Bing Crosby, she just doesn’t compare to Garland—

Werth: Playing the long-suffering wife of drunk actor James Mason.  

Wise: Garland’s performance is full of subtlety, drama, histrionics and gentleness, plus she sings.  A Star is Born was supposed to be a triumph for Garland.  Four years earlier, she had been fired by MGM and plenty of Hollywood wags has assumed her career was over, but after a spectacularly successful concert tour, she set up Star at Warner Bros. with the help of her husband/manager Sid Luft.  At MGM, Garland had always been surrounded by sophistication and swooning violins.  Decamping to Warner allowed her to tackle grittier subject matter, and in Star she is absolutely heartbreaking as a woman undone by love.  The producers of the Academy Awards telecast were so certain that Garland would win that they dispatched a camera crew to the hospital room where she was recuperating from the birth of her son Joey.  

Werth: And then she lost.

Wise: And the crew packed up and left without saying a word.  At least she got a telegram from Groucho Marx who called it the “biggest robbery since Brinks.”  

Werth: Too bad a telegram doesn’t look as good on the mantlepiece as a shiny gold statuette.  



Wise: I wonder if we’d get the telegram or the statuette for Best Performance by a Classic Film Blog Duo.

Werth: Let’s go for the telegram. Oscar losers rock!  

Wise: Tune in to Film Gab next week for more cinematic winners and losers.