Showing posts with label Film Society of Lincoln Center. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Film Society of Lincoln Center. Show all posts

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Lincoln Center Over the Edge


This year's "Film Comment Selects" program kicks off on Friday with a screening of Jonathan Kaplan's searing Over the Edge (1979), a teen favorite of mine that went over extremely well when I showed it to my movie-watching group (20 years old and still going strong) last month. It's an interesting coincidence that we're all going "over the edge," so to speak. In any case here are some of my notes to Nous Allons au Cinema about the film, which inspired Kurt Cobain and director Richard Linklater, and probably Quentin Tarantino, whose Inglourious Basterds ends with a somewhat similar fit of violence:

"Today HBO is more about original shows than movies, but when I was a film-struck teen in the late 70s and early 80s it was like having a really good theater in your living room. Films that never played anywhere near where I lived, like John Carpenter’s Assault on Precinct 13 and the first Mad Max, inspired a lot of water fountain conversation in high school the next day. I remember talking about The Tin Drum and Bergman’s From the Life of the Marionettes—mostly, to be fair, about the nudity, or lack thereof. (Cinemax, which came along later, provided the booty.)

But Over the Edge was the movie that got everyone excited. Here was a “teenage movie” that treated the problems and concerns of disaffected youth in an adult way, sympathetic, but also wary. (Kaplan deliberately used few closeups, so we wouldn’t identify too strongly with the kids.) It’s a movie that’s hard to imagine being made today with the same cautious interest—and it was a movie that Orion Pictures wished it hadn’t made. Concerned by reports of teen violence emanating from theaters playing The Warriors and Boulevard Nights as Over the Edge was readying for release, Orion shelved it after a few token engagements. (Perhaps just as well, given a ridiculous horror movie-ish poster.)

But the Public Theater, which had a film program, ran it for a couple of weeks in 1981. Joe Papp was a big fan. Vincent Canby at The New York Times took note in his Dec. 20 column.

“Jonathan Kaplan's ''Over the Edge,'' made in 1979 but only now having its first New York engagement at the Public Theater, is not a great film but it's more expressive of some aspects of American life than most big-budget, supposedly serious melodramas, including ''Taps.'' ''Over the Edge,'' produced on a comparative shoestring is, in form, not much different from other movies about misunderstood youth, including the way in which it romanticizes its youngsters, but it is unusual in that the villains are not simply preoccupied parents but architects and urban planners, the people responsible for New Granada, where the story takes place.

New Granada is representative of those tacky suburban communities that were conceived and built in the late 60's, more or less all at once, from the ground up, to provide ideal environments for those who could afford condominiums or less expensive flats in apartment blocks. According to Mr. Kaplan, the director, and Charlie Haas and Tim Hunter, who wrote the original screenplay, the planners built a community ideal only for land speculators, forgetting that one-quarter of New Granada's population would be 15 years old or younger.

The New Granada tots and teen-agers, with no place to go and nothing to do, turn to drugs to calm their nerves and vandalism to pick them up. When they are threatened by a bullying policeman, who has accidentally shot one of them, they explode in a riot of violence in which they come close to wasting all of the community.

It's to Mr. Kaplan's credit that he makes New Granada look just as boring and alienating to us as it does to the unfortunate children who live there. Not since King Vidor's film version of Ayn Rand's ''The Fountainhead'' has any American film taken architecture so seriously. I hope it isn't sacrilege to suggest that ''Over the Edge,'' though often overwrought, is far more entertaining and to the point. “

Canby highlights the planned community aspect that gives the film some of its fascination. In 1973, Haas, a writer with The San Francisco Examiner, penned a story about a wave of teen vandalism that was hitting Foster City, CA, which he and Hunter and Kaplan used as the basis for the film. (Still good friends, they participated in the DVD commentary with producer George Litto, best known for his Brian De Palma movies.) They “found” the fictionalized New Granada in Colorado, which according to Danny Peary’s entry in his book “Cult Movies Three” (1988) had a school district that needed money, so the town fathers looked the other way as the film crew trashed the place. (The five main kids, including Dillon and Spano, were cast in New York; the rest were all local, and everyone had a great time participating in the destruction.) Funny thing is, when I was a kid, I remember being appalled—not so much at the awful buildings, which recur from state to state, but at the endlessly flat expanse of land. I’m sure it’s all ugly houses now, but given how they look in the movie it’s hard to lament those godforsaken plains." (My suburban prejudice showing, which I also graduated from.)

Pictured is the jacket of the (excellent) soundtrack LP, which friend and Nous Allons member Sara recently got from her brother. Probably worth a few bucks today. The movie is timeless, and priceless.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Through the looking glass


The harvest moon has yielded a bumper crop of retrospectives.

The Brooklyn Academy of Music has just kicked off a "Hungarians in Hollywood" festival that runs through Oct. 27. Bela Lugosi as Dracula of course but also an eclectic mix of Hungarian hand-crafted entertainment, including Paper Moon, Gilda, and Blow Out.

Love him or hate him, Elia Kazan made some legendary movies, which Film Forum is celebrating with a three-week retrospective that begins tomorrow. Viva Zapata! is hard to find these days, so it's worth checking out. Also highly recommended: The delightful Baby Doll (with one of the best closing lines in film history, Tennessee Williams at his finest) and the more-valued-by-the-year Wild River, which gets a one-week run.

The folks at Subway Cinema have the skinny on the Film Society of Lincoln Center's latest "Scary Movies" fest, which runs Oct. 12-22. I had a great time at the first one some years back. The original, accept-no-substitutes version of The Stepfather (pictured) is in my DVD review queue for Popdose.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Since I went away


The dumbness of American movies and moviegoers is hotly debated. I finger the culprit: the infantilizing PG-13 rating, introduced 25 years ago this month. (Pictured is Taken, a slippery-slope "hard" PG-13.)

Hang on to those VHS tapes and laserdiscs: The end of classic catalog releases on DVD is near. Though Sony has has an exemplary year it certainly feels that way as banal new releases definitively take over. I have issues with the Warner Archive, but not so many that I don't hope every studio introduces its own alternative.

RIP John Hughes. I can't say I was all that crazy about him; he prided himself on working fast and the lack of discipline showed. (And I hated the smug Ferris Bueller's Day Off, a favorite of right-wingers like Dan Quayle.) But he captured a certain zeitgeist that rippled through my college years, and had the good sense to depart Hollywood when the well ran dry. (My Wisconsin visits tend to be death trips for directors: Bergman and Antonioni died the last time we went, in 2007.)

Resnais, Almodovar, and--Daniel?--headline the New York Film Festival, which returns to Alice Tully Hall for its 47th year.

The Film Society of Lincoln Center is due to fete Natalie Wood, who is somewhat underrated almost three decades after her passing, this week. Dyan Cannon and Elliott Gould should be good fun at the Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice screening.

IFC Films has a number of indies available on demand but you should really see the hilarious In the Loop at a theater.

We're off to see the Wizard--this time in hi-def--on Sept. 23. Vacation, incidentally, allowed me to read Michael Sragow's fine biography of its director, Victor Fleming: An American Movie Master.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Great Shakes


The Public Theater has Shakespeare in the Park--the Film Society of Lincoln Center has Shakespeare in the dark, as it begins a two-week series of film adaptations from around the world. The Olivier and Welles chestnuts are there, and also Roman Polanski's stellar 1971 Macbeth (pictured), but the interesting films are further-flung: An Indian Macbeth, and a Kiwi Merchant of Venice, among them. To go or not to go? Go.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

King of Cool


The Film Society of Lincoln Center, which claims it was misquoted over the whole Film Festival member tickets flap I wrote about a few weeks ago, is making up for the annoyance with a good week-long series, "Yesterday's Loner: Steve McQueen". It's advertised as screening "the 12 unforgettable films that made Steve McQueen a legend"--but omits The Blob, surely a more legendary credit than the plodding adaptation of Ibsen's An Enemy of the People (1978), memorable more for his uncharacteristically bloated and bearded appearance than anything else. (Why not the spare and elegiac Tom Horn, released in the year of his passing, 1980? Just because a movie has been out of circulation for 30 years doesn't mean it's any good.) That all said, it's a well-chosen selection of pictures worth seeing on the big screen, from the underrated Love with a Proper Stranger (1963) with he and Natalie Wood in top form (pictured) to The Towering Inferno (1974), the only film of his I saw first-run, though I vaguely recall a drive-in screening of Bullitt (1968) with mom and dad when I was a tot. "Can't I just look it?" asked McQueen of screenwriter George MacDonald Fraser when Fraser presented him with pages of dialogue for The Sand Pebbles (1966). McQueen "looked it," and received his only Oscar nomination for his creative gazing.

I'll never forget being at a trade show some years ago and reeling off the members of The Magnificent Seven (1960) to chit-chatting guys who were stumped on the seventh (Brad Dexter is the closer) and wanted me to fill in the blank, then asked me to list the escapees of 1963's The Great Escape--James Donald escaped their mind. It all came up because they were talking about McQueen, and I knew the answers because I had seen both those John Sturges classics numerous times. (Who can forget the ending of Escape? That ball reverberating in the "cooler"...) McQueen, a star cut short at age 50; he'd probably still have the chops to play one of Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds this summer, or at least advise star Brad Pitt how to play it, or look it, properly.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Film Society to me: Drop dead

At least, that's how I read this section from a New York Times piece today about how the Film Society of Lincoln Center's new executive director, Mara Manus, is shaking things up there.

"Traditionally, a film society membership, which ranges from a $75 minimum to $1,000-and-up patron status, guarantees the right to buy tickets for the festival. The review process is not complete, but Ms. Manus said low-end donors were likely to lose that assurance.

“We’re moving to change that structure, just to allow more people to have access to the New York Film Festival,” she said. “People who have been giving $75 have been taking up a chunk of the tickets when in fact this is the biggest thing we do and we want it to be available to more people.”

It's by no means clear what's going on here, but the implication is that my $75, which I've been paying as a member for 15 years now (and sometimes upping, to a dual membership) will suddenly be valueless, as I go through the annual ritual/ordeal of trying to obtain tickets. By "more people," is Manus (as much scourge as savior, and maybe much more the former, as various blogs opine) saying she plans to democratize the process by opening it to more non-member buyers? Perhaps--but in low-ebb economic times I suspect she means "more people" as in "more people with fat-cat memberships," making the festival more elitist than ever as she runs the place "more like a business."

We'll see. But I don't like the sound of it. It's the little guys like me who buttress the Film Society. Screw us, and we'll just take that $75 and reinvest it in places like Film Forum and BAM Cinematek, where I just saw Hunger for $7--a lot less than what I would have paid to see it at last year's festival.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

"American Auteurs" salutes Mulligan

The Film Society of Lincoln Center today inaugurates a new program, "American Auteurs," with a week-long salute to the late Robert Mulligan. Some of his credits, notably the 70s features The Nickel Ride and Bloodbrothers (which shocked me with its frankness when I was an HBO-obsessed youngster), are hard to see in any format, so avail yourself to them on the Walter Reade screen.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Festival time


The Film Society of Lincoln Center presents its annual Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, from March 5-15. A couple of Fridays ago I spent all day rendez-vousing with the two-part Mesrine, the Che of French gangster pictures, at least in length. Unlike other films at the festival--I've seen several good ones that simply vanished afterwards--Mesrine, starring the excitable Vincent Cassel (pictured in a rare quiet moment), will get a release, in August. One part was enough for me, but it has drive.

BAM salutes, and not for the first time, distributor IFC Films on March 6-12, with a program that includes the Bobby Sands drama Hunger and an intriguing-sounding Korean film, The Chaser. The Italian crime picture Gomorrah , an IFC release, starts a run there on Friday. It's big of BAM to toast IFC when it has its own venue in Manhattan, but it's tough on indies and I guess it's best for everyone to stick together.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

February festivals


After Nat Hentoff got the ax I vowed never to clutter my browser again with the infernal Village Voice. And I haven't. Except for the film coverage, which, while depleted, still makes for diversion on Wednesdays. (Oh, and Musto. And Savage Love. The theater coverage. And a quick look at Robert Sietsma. But that's it.) Hentoff would have made a good candidate to write this week's feature on Hollywood and the Depression(s), tied in with a lively new Thirties retrospective, "Breadlines and Champagne," at Film Forum this month--after all, he probably saw the movies first-run. But the task fell to still-standing J. Hoberman, who concludes his then-and-now comparison with "Maybe free online movies are strictly for the indies. But if times get worse and the studios want to get real, they'll have to find the audience where it lives: Hulu for Hollywood."

(Perhaps, but I don't think Hoberman has been keeping up with the grosses. The dead-zone months of January and February have been phenomenally successful, commercially if not artistically, with four out of the five Best Picture Oscar nominees the ones in the tank. Even at $12 a head in Manhattan movies still seem cheaper than other out-of-home entertainment options.)

In any case, Hoberman reels off his Film Forum picks. Another chance to see the one-and-only King Kong on the big screen, folks--step right up on Feb. 28. (Pictured is the entertaining Feb. 20 attraction, 1932's Three on a Match, with Bette Davis, Joan Blondell, and Ann Dvorak.)

Elsewhere, the IFC Center helps with Oscar pool handicapping by screening all of the Academy Award-nominated shorts, beginning on Friday. (If you can't see them, choose the ones with either the standout reviews, or, if none of them get raves, the worthiest subject. You can't go wrong.)

Also on Friday, the Film Society of Lincoln Center begins a program on black moviemaking pioneer Oscar Micheaux and other pathfinders in African-American cinema.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Ciment mixer


Starting today, the Film Society of Lincoln Center presents a good cross-section of American films chosen by Michel Ciment, the editor of the French film magazine Positif. The program is titled "Mavericks and Outsiders: Positif Celebrates American Cinema" but don't expect a lot of laughs and glad tidings from Paris--joie de vivre is decidedly absent. But do expect some quality cinema, largely unsung on its home turf, including one of my favorites, The Honeymoon Killers, Paul Schrader's excellent Blue Collar, the underrated True Confessions, and Barbara Loden's neglected Wanda.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Happy frickin' holidays


The Film Society of Lincoln Center throws the tree into the garbage and sets it on fire the day after Christmas with "Classic Scorsese," which is just the fuck what it sounds like. Raging Bull, appropriately, is one of the Boxing Day attractions. So is Taxi Driver. "All the animals come out at Christmas Eve--whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the sled." The seasonal cheer continues on New Year's Day with a salute to that goodtime guy David Fincher, whose Se7en, Zodiac, and Fight Club warm the cockles of everybody's heart. The director is juxtaposing a screening of Se7en with one for Mary Poppins, one of his favorites, making for an eggnog-and-brimstone kind of afternoon for sick twist screwhead cinephiles. "I am Santa's raging bile duct..."

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Bad kids at Lincoln Center


Saying to hell with all that sentimental holiday crap, the Film Society of Lincoln Center is letting kids go wild this weekend, with a "Problem Child" fest from Nov. 28-30. I guess Christina Crawford could be a real brat sometimes, but isn't Mommie Dearest more of a problem adult picture? In any event, the protagonists of The Exorcist (1973 version), Brian De Palma's masterfully choreographed The Fury (with Amy Irving on hand for a Q&A), and the original, accept-no-substitutes versions of The Bad Seed, The Omen and Village of the Damned defy child services and Ritalin. Child hater W.C. Fields would approve of the well-chosen lineup of junor reprobates, which also includes The Innocents and The Other, and the non-supernatural Compulsion and The Children's Hour. Pictured is Larissa, three months old today, in scary baby mode.