Happy Birthday Jane Russell! + Classic Movie News, 6/21

Jane Russell.

By Jason Apuzzo. • LFM wants to wish Hollywood legend Jane Russell a Happy Birthday today!  Jane was a guest at a Liberty Film Festival event back in 2007, and this talented and lovely lady charmed everyone there with her warmth, good cheer and delightful stories from her career.  We had the chance to spend a lot of time with Jane that weekend, and I can’t tell you how gracious and fun she is.  All our best wishes to her on this day – and LFM readers should note that Turner Classic Movies is playing a lot of her films today, as well.  I was thrilled to see TCM show Underwater! recently – the huge, color 3D adventure Jane did for director John Sturges and producer Howard Hughes.  You read that right: Jane Russell in 3D … [Jane also did 3D for Hughes’ The French Line.]  Feel free to pick up some of Jane’s best films in the LFM Store below.

The Wall Street Journal did a review recently of the new book on the Liz Taylor-Richard Burton romance, Furious Love. I’m looking forward to reading this book.  Click on over for the review, and order the book below in the LFM Store.

British director Ronald Neame passed away this past week at age 99. Neame actually began his career as an assistant cameraman way back on Hitchcock’s Blackmail from 1929, which was the UK’s first sound film.  Neame had an extraordinary visual sense as a director, as evidenced by films such as Oliver Twist, Great Expectations and The Poseidon Adventure.  He will be missed.

• Turner Classic Movies has a review out of the new Criterion DVD of Antonioni’s Red Desert.  In other Antonioni news, The New York Times reports that Le Amiche (The Girlfriends) is getting a theatrical re-release.  Check out both films in the LFM Store above.

A new cut of the film coming soon.

Alfred Hitchcock’s landmark film Psycho turns 50 this week, and there are a host of retrospective articles out about the film.  Read the behind-the-scenes story about Bernard Herrman’s extraordinary score for the film (which Hitchcock initially resisted), and also read Andrew Sarris’ original review of the film.  Two side notes: I’m actually in the middle of reading Robert Graysmith’s The Girl in Hitchcock’s Shower, which is about the actual, behind-the-scenes murder story involving the woman who was Janet Leigh’s double for the Psycho shower scene.  It’s a very interesting book, and I’ll try to do a review of it down the line.  It’s available in the LFM Store above, along with Psycho.  Also, if you’re interested in some of the general influences behind Bernard Herrman’s music, the LA Times recently did a piece on Richard Wagner’s influence on movie music.

• Movie Morlocks, the TCM blog, has two interesting posts out this week: one an interview with cult movie star Trina Parks, and another on early attempts from the 1950’s at advertising techniques involving subliminal suggestion.  Click on over for more, and we’ve got some Trina Parks movies available in the LFM Store above.

The New York Times has a review up of the new Charlie Chan Collection from TCM (available in the LFM Store), plus the New York Times reports that a new, ‘director’s cut’ version of Rebel Without a Cause is being prepared by Nicholas Ray’s widow, Susan, for a premiere at the Venice Film Festival next year to celebrate the centenary of her husband’s birth.  That should be interesting.  She apparently worked on this for years with her husband while he was alive.  I’m reminded here of Walter Murch’s recutting of Touch of Evil, based on Orson Welles’ original notes.  It’s not often you see such a major film re-edited.  Pick up a copy of the original Rebel cut in the LFM Store above.

• The Wall Street Journal engages in some fun speculation this week: who were The Real Holly Golightlys of New York City, on which the Truman Capote/Audrey Hepburn character was based for Breakfast at Tiffanys?  You can pick up the original film in the LFM Store above.

• AND FINALLY … is there a better classic movie blog than Greenbriar Picture Shows?  I doubt it, and to prove it check out this great post they did recently on John Ford’s Stagecoach, in conjunction with the new Stagecoach DVD from Criterion.  Click on over, and buy the new DVD in the LFM Store above.

And that’s what’s happening this week in the world of classic movies …

Posted on June 21st, 2010 at 5:21pm.

Mao’s Last Dancer Takes HBO Audience Award at Provincetown Film Fest

LFM wants to congratulate the team of Mao’s Last Dancer for sharing the HBO Audience Award for Best Narrative Feature at the Provincetown International Film Festival this past weekend.

Mao’s Last Dancer will be released later this year, and is directed by Bruce Beresford (Driving Miss Daisy) and stars Bruce Greenwood, Kyle MacLachlan, Joan Chen and Chi Cao in the lead role.  We’ve posted on this film previously, and we’re looking forward to its U.S. release later this summer.

Mao’s Last Dancer takes place in the 1960’s-70’s, and tells the true story of Chinese ballet dancer Li Cunxin – who was taken from his impoverished family in rural China at the age of 11 by the Communist Chinese to train as a dancer in Madame Mao’s dance school in Beijing.  The young Li soon became a star pupil due to his talent and indomitable work ethic – and at age 18 was given the opportunity to participate in the first cultural exchange program between Communist China and America, where he would eventually dance for the Houston Ballet Company.

The movie’s advocacy of democratic freedom appears to be refreshingly unapologetic.  [See the trailer here.]

Mao’s Last Dancer has been picked up for distribution by Samuel Goldwyn Films, and is currently set for a limited U.S. release this August 20, 2010.

Posted on June 21st, 2010 at 2:05pm.

Hollywood Round-up, 6/21

The Green Hornet ... or halftime at a Notre Dame game?

By Jason Apuzzo.Toy Story 3 easily won the weekend box office contest with a huge $109 million haul, although perhaps more shocking was the pitiful $5 million for Jonah Hex. Does this finally spell the end of movies based around a guy’s melted face?  Incredible Melting Man reboot likely doomed.

24 and retiring.

The first production stills from The Green Hornet have been released, and the trailer will apparently be out tomorrow.  I might actually see this one, although the casting of Seth Rogan is so awful as to be almost stupefying.  In related news, a Hong Kong biopic about the early years of Bruce Lee is apparently moving forward, starring Aarif Lee (no relation).  No U.S. release as yet announced.  LFM endorses Bruce Lee nostalgia.

• LA Times conspiracy theory: TLC new channel for Red Staters, with channel featuring new Sarah Palin show.  Channel reportedly aiming to be an “antidote to Bravo.”  Does that include Bravo’s ratings?  Lots of people who aren’t left wing like Bravo, too, which is why that channel is doing such boffo business.  Memo to TLC: get ratings first, talk smack second.

The LA Times reports today from ActionFest, a new film festival in North Carolina focusing on action – and featuring a special appearance by Chuck Norris. As one of Chuck’s many former students, all the best to Chuck as he hits 70 this year … [Already?]  My favorite movie of Chuck’s is still Lone Wolf McQuade.

• If somebody gave you this pitch, would you believe it: “Think Willy Wonka, The Matrix, and Avatar all rolled into one.” Apparently Warner Brothers did.  I love LA.

Oliver Stone’s new ass-kissing documentary on Latin American dictators, South of the Border, has tanked … in Hugo Chavez’ Venezuela. How great is this?  I’m praying they open Wall Street 2 in Venezuela too, so maybe Stone’s career will finally be over.

Backlash building against highly non-Egyptian Angelina Jolie playing Cleopatra in (possible) biopic. Can you imagine if they actually shot this film in Egypt?  She’d need her sunblock set at SPF 30,000.

She thanks the troops.

Actress Rose McGowan took time to visit wounded soldiers recently at at Walter Reed Medical Center. “To say these wounded warriors are inspirational doesn’t even begin to cover it,” McGowan said on Twitter. “So grateful to them.”  I’m grateful to her for the opening scene of Planet Terror.

Val Kilmer’s trash-talking against New Mexico is finally catching up with him as he applies for permits for his new bed-and-breakfast. Or are people just angry over MacGruber?

Megan Fox is eager to play her “dream role,” a Native American lesbian superhero. Major cat fight ahead with Michelle Rodriguez.

• AND IN TODAY’S MOST IMPORTANT NEWS … actress Amanda Bynes announces her retirement from acting at the ripe old age of 24.  Is this a career flameout, or is she just prepping for a role in Logan’s Run?

And that’s what’s happening today in the wonderful world of Hollywood.

Posted on June 21st, 2010 at 12:57pm.

Catastrophe in China under Communist Rule: LFM Reviews LA FilmFest’s 1428


[Editor’s Note: LFM is currently covering a series of provocative films debuting this week and next at The Los Angeles Film Festival.]

By Joe Bendel. For China, the earthquake that devastated Sichuan province on May 12, 2008 has been like Hurricane Katrina and the Gulf oil spill combined.  It has laid bare public corruption and put the local and national authorities on the defensive.  Like Katrina, it has also been widely documented in films like the Oscar nominated short China’s Unnatural Disaster and Du Haibin’s feature 1428 (the winner of the 66th Venice Film Festival’s Best Documentary Award), which screens tonight at 8:00pm at the 2010 Los Angeles Film Festival.  See the trailer below.

At 14:28 hours (2:28 pm) China was hit with what is considered the nineteenth worst earthquake in history, just three months before the Beijing Olympics were scheduled to open.  The Communist government’s official response has been controversial to say the least.  Despite the quake’s severity, many suspect it would not have been as deadly had government construction been less shoddy, particularly at schools.  Promises have been made to Sichuan survivors, usually by politicians orchestrating media ops, but the delivery of relief has been slow and problematic.

Du focuses his lens on the haunted faces of Sichuan’s dispossessed.  They live in shanty towns and temporary housing, enduring shortages of food and power.  Many would like to return home, but following a truly perverse plan of action, the government has begun demolishing houses that withstood the quake.  Such is the efficiency of China’s emergency management.  For many survivors, it appears all the authorities have to offer is an opportunity to wave at the Premier’s tour bus as his motorcade blows through town.

Stylistically compatible with China’s so-called D-Generation (D for Digital) filmmaking, Du eschews conventional documentary techniques, like formal interviews and voiceover narration.  Instead, he lets the camera roll, capturing the unfiltered reality of the quake’s aftermath at intervals of ten and two hundred ten days after the disaster.  It is not pretty.

There is clearly a lot of anger in Sichuan that survivors do not seem to know how to express.  One frustrated old man offers perhaps the most direct censure of the government, complaining: “The policies of the Communist Party are good in essence but they have been carried out wrongly.”  In fact, the survivors seen in 1428 are much more guarded in their grievances than the grieving parents featured in Unnatural. Of course, it is worth bearing in mind Du’s footage was shot a mere nine years after the Tiananmen Square massacre, so he might well have been more circumspect in what he choose to include, for his subjects’ sake.

Like many of the D-Generation films, 1428 obliquely criticizes the Chinese Communist government from a perspective that would be considered left of center in the west.  One elderly Taoist mystic (with much prompting) links the earthquake to the lack of observance of the Earth-God (perhaps implying a corresponding paucity of respect for the Earth by extension).  However, the most heartbreaking footage of 1428 involves bereaved parents searching for the remains of their missing children amid the wreckage of their schools.

1428 is an eye-opening dose of reality, straight-up without any external editorializing.  It is not the popular image of contemporary China the government has worked to cultivate. In truth, it does require some patience (though not as much as Du’s previous film Umbrella) because it so scrupulously represents life as it is for the Sichuan survivors.  Consistently illuminating, it is definitely recommended to anyone in the City of Angels when it screens tonight at 8:00pm at the LA Film Fest (6/21).

Posted on June 21st, 2010 at 10:07am.

Winning the Cold War: LFM Reviews The LA Film Fest’s Disco and Atomic War

[Editor’s Note: LFM is currently covering a series of provocative films debuting this week and next at The Los Angeles Film Festival.]

By Jason Apuzzo. Why, exactly, did the West win the Cold War?

There are many theories. Most of them identify Ronald Reagan’s proposed Strategic Defense Initiative (SDI) or ‘Star Wars’ missile defense system as having been the final tipping point in that epochal conflict, after which point the Soviet Union was no longer capable – militarily, economically, or perhaps even psychologically – of sustaining its Cold War arms race with the United States.

This is certainly true, so far as it goes – and Jaak Kilmi and Kiur Aarma’s extraordinary new documentary Disco & Atomic War certainly credits Reagan’s bold proposal as having had its desired psychological effect on the Soviets.  But that isn’t really the story their film exists to tell.

What if the Cold War was instead won … by David Hasselhoff?  What if American TV shows like Knight Rider and Dallas, or movies like Star Wars and Ninotchka – or lurid, 70s soft-core erotica like Emmanuelle – played an equal (and perhaps even greater) role in bringing down the communist system?  This, essentially, is the subject matter of the  compelling and drolly amusing Estonian/Finnish documentary Disco & Atomic War currently showing at The Los Angeles Film Festival (6/20).

Don't hassle the Hoff: in Estonia he won the Cold War.

Before proceeding further, let me briefly point out that I had the chance to visit Finland and the old Soviet Union during the time period depicted in this documentary – roughly the late 80s.  Finland at that time was a kind of strange, anxious no-man’s land – a Western country that was nonetheless very much within the Soviet sphere of influence.  As a teenager I remember taking the train from Finland into the Soviet Union, and idly fretting over the fact that I was carrying a paperback copy of Tom Clancy’s thriller The Hunt for Red October in my backpack.  Would it get confiscated?  Would I be labelled a spy?  Would some Red Army jerk put a boot in my face?

If such fears seem quaint now, Disco & Atomic War brings them all back in vivid detail – because the purpose of this documentary is to examine the so-called ‘soft power’ influence of American and Western culture on the minds of Soviet citizens living in Estonia at that time, who were able through clever means to watch Finnish television broadcasts emanating from just over the border.  As the film informs us, American popular culture – especially in the form of glamorous TV shows like Dallas – was deeply feared by Soviet authorities due to the ideas and expectations such programming planted in the minds of Soviet citizens.

If what you’re expecting from this film is a dry recitation of Cold War history, though, think again – because Disco & Atomic War is quite simply one of the funniest and most inventive movies I’ve seen in some time.  The film wasn’t at all what I was expecting, or what you should expect from what might otherwise be labelled ‘an Estonian/Finnish documentary about the Cold War’ … which on the face of it sounds rather dull.  Disco is actually a riot of surprises, a mash-up of historical documentary and personal narrative that attempts to put you into the mind of a young person living in a closed, totalitarian society – who is suddenly and shockingly exposed by bootleg TV antennas to … sex and disco, Texas millionaires, robot super-cars, and Luke Skywalker.

Nikolai, crafty creator of contraband TV antennas.

As a young person living in California at the time these things were exciting enough to me … but for young people in Estonia, co-directors Jaak Kilmi and Kiur Aarma make it clear that these pop culture phenomena were nothing short of revolutionary.  Disco & Atomic War meticulously re-creates the Estonia of the late 70s-late 80s, which was apparently used by the Soviet regime as a kind of laboratory experiment for determining the exact repercussions of having a population subjected to a steady stream of Western influence.

That’s right.  [SPOILER ALERT.]  The Soviets secretly allowed the Estonian population to be exposed to Western entertainment emanating from Finland, in order to gauge how their people would respond.  It was a dangerous experiment – one that would prove fatal to the communists’ grip on power.

As Kilmi and Aarma tell it, Estonia was a kind of quiet, Soviet backwater state at the time that just happened to find itself in close proximity not only to Finland … but to giant TV towers constructed by the Finns (with, it was understood, U.S. backing) in order to broadcast American entertainment directly into the Evil Empire.  And what exactly did these daring, constantly-under-threat Finnish TV stations broadcast into Soviet Estonia?  Frothy TV fare like Dallas (a show which, in the eyes of the Estonians, featured “men with brilliant white teeth, and beautiful but unhappy women …  in a land where everyone is a millionaire … a captivating, spiritual seance”); or shows featuring dancing girls and discos (the Americans’ “secret weapon”); or late night reruns of Ninotchka, the delightful Greta Garbo-Billy Wilder satire on Soviet bureaucrats.  There was also Star Wars, George Lucas’ electrifying spectacle that strangely seemed to prefigure both the collapse of the Soviet evil Empire, and the very means (the ‘Star Wars’ missile defense system) by which that Empire was cowed into defeat.

Western siren: Sylvia Kristel as Emmanuelle.

Nothing seems to have had such a great effect on the Estonians, however, as David Hasselhoff’s Knight Rider series … and also the lurid, 70s nudie classic, Emmanuelle.  The two most hilarious sequences in Disco & Atomic War involve recreations of how young Estonian kids would gather around foreign cars and begin speaking into their shiny new digital wrist watches, hoping that the cars would come alive like Hasselhoff’s Pontiac.  In a later sequence, we see almost the entire nation of Estonia struggle with antennas (some made of simple metal pipes, others made with mercury from thermometers) in order to catch fleeting glimpses of curvaceous Sylvia Kristel writhe in passion in Emmanuelle.

What Disco & Atomic War captures is how utterly hopeless Soviet efforts were to counteract these seductive Western entertainments … and if you’re sensing some parallels with our current struggle against the Islamo-fascists, you’re right on the money.  If you watch films like the recent No One Knows About Persian Cats (see the LFM review here), you will form the inescapable conclusion that Iran’s youth are exactly where Estonia’s were some twenty years ago … watching bootlegged Western music and movies, copping rebellious youth attitudes (including punk music), ignoring state restrictions in their daily quest for sex and excitement.  Disco & Atomic War is a kind of visual treatise on this type of ‘soft’ Western power, as opposed to military modes of power, and how utterly explosive these modes of influence can be on shaping the imaginations of a population.  As the film relates, it’s probably no coincidence that the same year Dallas reruns stopped playing illicitly on Soviet TV screens, the Soviet Union collapsed.  [In fact, in his only on-camera interview since being ousted from office, the Soviet puppet dictator of Estonia directly blames Finnish/Western TV broadcasts for the collapse of his own regime.]

I can’t recommend Disco & Atomic War enough, and if you’re in LA on Sunday, June 20th – and anywhere near the vicinity of the downtown around 10pm – I recommend you pop in and see it.  [Click here for more details.]  If there’s any justice in the world, the film will be short-listed for Oscar consideration.  It will show you a side of the Cold War we don’t hear enough about … and give you a sense of what remains our most potent weapon in the battle against tyranny: the alluring freedom of our popular culture.

I’ve embedded the trailer below – which, unfortunately, does not quite do justice to the baroque wit and sophistication of this magnificent little film.

Posted on June 19th, 2010 at 11:32pm.

Review: Jane Campion’s Bright Star

From Jane Campion's "Bright Star."

By David Ross. Has there ever been a good film about a writer?  Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle (1994) was respectable enough, as I remember it, but generally film has no idea how to approach lives that are largely interior, with driving purposes that are inconveniently invisible and inscrutable.  In consequence, film tends to emphasize the gossipy and scandalous, dwelling on the externals of sexual deviancy, alcoholism, and nervous breakdown.

Film has been particularly clumsy in its attempts to deal with the romantics, in whose case the temptation to sensationalize is enormous.  Percy and Mary Shelley receive the star treatment in Ken Russell’s Gothic (1986), while Wordsworth and Coleridge feature in Julien Temple’s Pandaemonium (2000), the latter starring the diminutive Scotsman John Hannah, last seen being chased by mummies, as Wordsworth.  Both films are creative disasters and intellectual insults even by the debased standards of Hollywood.  Pandaemonium is to literary biopic what Plan 9 from Outer Space is to science fiction: a film so unbelievably stupid that it becomes incredible in its own way. The less said about these films the better. The BBC production Byron (2003) is far more respectable, but suffers the reverse problem: its fidelity to historical and period detail is almost pedantic, and it maintains a studious emotional distance from its subject. It is a live-action encyclopedia entry, the only mildly boring film ever made on the themes of omnivorous sexuality and incest.

Jane Campion’s Bright Star (2009), which tells the story of Keats’ doomed romance with Fanny Brawne, is surer of itself and sounder in its approach. Where Russell and Temple indulge in shuddering ejaculations of mayhem and mania, Campion recognizes that the challenge is to contain and compress the intrinsic melodrama of her story. She smartly attempts this work by shading her film in muted browns and grays (the true colors of England by the way); by utilizing all manner of strategic occlusion and interruption; and by interjecting into nearly every scene the acidic and not entirely endearing personality of Charles Brown, Keats’ friend and companion. When the syrup begins to bubble over, Campion knows exactly how and when to turn down the heat.

Abbie Cornish and Ben Whishaw in "Bright Star."

Even more importantly, the film feels psychologically and emotionally consistent with the poems. Campion’s Keats inevitably becomes a favorite playmate of the younger Brawne children – and he does perform an annoying Scottish jig at Christmas dinner – but he is neither the ethereal and evanescent sprite (the Keats of Shelley’s “Adonais”), nor the paragon of innocence and good cheer (the Keats of Yeats’ “Ego Dominus Tuus”). Played admirably by Ben Whishaw, this Keats is tough in his way, self-controlled, decent, decorous, and private. Where Russell and Temple insist on the correlation between insanity and genius, Campion underscores Keats’ self-awareness and his understated but powerful and consistent intelligence: in short, his fundamental sanity. I consider this a convincing thesis about the kind of personality that produced the poems.

Campion’s Fanny Brawne, meanwhile, seems the kind of woman who might have appealed to the man who wrote the poems. She is a woman not of passion, but of passionate character: character qualifies and directs passion, making her far more interesting and believably Georgian than the stereotypical melting or bursting damosel of romantic cliché. Abbie Cornish plays the part superbly and instantly establishes herself as an actress who can project a degree of intelligence and literacy in the tradition of Helena Bonham Carter and Keira Knightley.

I’m not enough of a Keats scholar to say whether the film is minutely correct in all its details, but the advisory help of Keats’ biographer Andrew Motion suggests that it is at least roughly correct. The film tends to downplay the alleged flirtatiousness and dress obsession that made Fanny unpopular among Keats’ friends, but this is within the bounds of reasonable interpretation, it seems to me. The film does engage in at least one petty deception. The closing credits inform us that Fanny “kept Keats forever in her heart” (or something to this effect) and that she never removed her engagement ring, implying that she spent the rest of her life faithfully mourning her lost love. In fact, as the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography notes:

After Keats’s death, Fanny remained in Hampstead and mourned him through the 1820s, befriending his sister as she had promised him she would. After her mother’s death in 1829 Fanny became financially independent and, on a visit to France in 1833, in Boulogne met Louis Lindo (later Lindon; 1812-1872), whom she married on 15 June 1833. Of Spanish or Portuguese extraction and from a wealthy Jewish merchant and banking family, Louis Lindon seems to have held a number of positions, including working as an officer for the British Legion in Spain and as a wine merchant in London later in life. Until the 1850s, when they settled in London, the Lindons lived on the continent, especially in Germany, where Fanny gave birth to two sons and a daughter. Fanny died at 34 Coleshill Street, Pimlico, London, on 4 December 1865.

Posted on June 19th, 2010 at 11:18pm.