Posting to soon resume

Yes, I'm done with my essay. I'd publish it here, but I hope to publish it in a scholastic journal of sorts should I get the chance, so I'll give them first dibs on it.

I'd be working on it right now, but there's all thse Thanksgiving festivities. First of two Thanksgivings, more tomorrow. I'll try to find time in here sometime...

An explanation for my lack of posts

As you may have noticed, nothing has gone up on the Gatehouse in a little while. I have tried to remain somewhat steady here, so you may think, "Is he giving up on one blog in favour of another?" I assure you that this is not the case.

Rather, I am currently working on a research paper into the issue of German collective guilt in Andrzej Munk's Passenger. This is, for better or worse, taking up the majority of my intellectual faculties. When I'm sitting down to write extensively about a film, I'm working on this rather than posts. Hopefully, Thanksgiving will provide me with a break, as will the weeks that follow, and I may be able to step up the posts to a much more frequent level.

Forman, Majidi, and Kenka Bancho

In the interim here, I've watched:

Milos Forman's The Firemen's Ball

Another Czech comedy, rife with sarcasm and satire. This one has a more political sense to the hidden meanings and the ending is a little more comic than tragic as opposed to his other film, Loves of a Blonde. I'd recommend Loves first, but if you want some colour and less of a "now I feel kinda bad for laughing" feeling at the end, go with this one. Still, my favorite Czech comedy so far has been Closely Watched Trains. The film focuses on a ball put on by the inept local fire department, and was seen as many as a parody of the Soviet government in Czechoslovakia.

Majid Majidi's The Colour of Paradise

Ebert said of this film, "Because they do not condescend to young audiences, Majidi's films of course are absorbing for adults as well, and there is a lesson here: Any family film not good enough for grownups is certainly not good enough for children." I couldn't agree more. This film had me on the brink of tears and could certainly work to spring some debates about the search for god. The film is moving and powerful. It centres on a blind boy who wants to see God and his father who wishes God had never given him such a difficult child to raise.

And a brief note on things beyond film:

I recently acquired a copy of Kenka Bancho: Badass Rumble and it's fantastically addictive. I'll likely comment on it when I finish it, which won't take long as it's a short game. The biggest thing you need to know is that they captured the spirit of "badass delinquents" perfectly. And I don't just mean the writing. The game let's you be a delinquent within its own gameplay. Of course, the obvious goal is to be the biggest badass, but you don't have to do any of that. You could spend the game just hanging out with your friends and attending the school events (which you can also skip), or you could run around like an idiot and do nothing but stare down innocent civilians, or you could just stand in one spot for all seven days (there's a time limit) and be such a badass that you don't even bother with this stupid game! Seriously, though, there's a basic plot and framework there, but you can do as much or as little of it as you damn well want. And when the whole point of it is being a badass punk, that's the way it should be, goddammit!

Well, it's off to class again. Today we're watching Divided we fall by Jan Hrebejk.

The Good and the Bad

Watched two movies today of note. First, the good:

Drunken Angel (1948) by Akira Kurosawa. An early film from post-war Kurosawa, marked by the first appearance of Toshiro Mifune in one of his films. Mifune would, of course, go on to become a major star of Japanese cinema and would star as well-known characters in many of Kurosawa's films such as Tajomaru in Rashomon (1950), Kikuchiyo in Seven Samurai (1954), Koichi Nishi in The Bad Sleep Well (1960), the wandering samurai in Yojimbo (1961) and Sanjuro (1962), and Red Beard in Red Beard (1965).

In this film, Mifune plays a yakuza named Matsunaga, who is diagnosed with tuberculosis. He is diagnosed by the rash, alcoholic doctor Sanada, played by Takashi Shimura. Shimura himself was also well utilized by Kurosawa, from his directorial debut Sanshiro Sugata (1943) all the way through to Kagemusha (1980).

The power of the film rests strongly on the interactions of these two characters. Both are "unsympathetic" in their own ways, and thus allowed to come off as extremely humanistic characters. Neither are perfect characters. Matsunaga is a yakuza gangster, who often places the perhaps "dated" concepts of feudal loyalty and honour above his own life. Sanada is a rough drunkard of a doctor, who is prone to anger.

In his Something like an Autobiography (1982), Kurosawa writes that the drunken doctor was the last piece of the puzzle in writing the script. The basic premise was already constructed and laid out, but the perfect humanitarian doctor was bland and lifeless. Then, in talks with a real life doctor akin to the one portrayed on the screen, he hit the final breakthrough: to reduce the doctor to the same level of imperfection as the yakuza. He made them so alike that the two would inevitably butt heads. From there, everything fell into place.

The film is certainly one of the greats of that early era of Kurosawa, notably the pre-Rashomon films. It was Rashomon that catapulted Kurosawa and his favoured actors to internationally stardom, and that cemented his image as a director of jidaigeki (Japanese period films/notably samurai epics). These pre-Rashomon films certainly have a bit of a rawer feel than his later works. His style was not quite as sure and experienced, though still excellent nonetheless. Of course, he would continue to direct films placed in contemporary Japan as well after this period, but for most of his career he would be chiefly known thereafter for his portrayal of feudal Japan.

Like most of his films, Drunken Angel is well worth the watch. However, for those of you who have yet to see anything by the masterful director, I would recommend to first view one of the following: Rashomon (1950) or Seven Samurai (1954) for his samurai epics; Yojimbo (1961) for his black comedy; or Ikiru (1952) for one set in contemporary Japan. All four are beautiful masterpieces that you best be prepared to fall in love with.

On the bad side of things, I also watched Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus with Dan and Alex. Okay, so it wasn't bad because it was with friends, and if you're looking for something uproariously terrible for bad movie night, this is it. I was expecting something on par with the SciFi exclusive Sharks in Venice. This movie proved it is possible to do something even worse. The amount of repeated footage in this movie is mind-boggling. Every 3D rendered scene is reused 3 to 20 times depending on how generic it is. Don't think pivotal scenes with specific action are exempt from this. I don't want to give away any surprise plot points, but the octopus is maimed twice by the shark. Both occasions involve the exact same footage, except the image is flipped horizontally the second time. And if it's something simple like a submarine running from the shark? Expect to see that once every two minutes.

Also, live action shots are repeated with surprising frequency. I believe we see a tracking shot of a soldier walking past another soldier into an army base at least three separate times. These aren't flashbacks or anything, mind you. These are all separate events in the story. And then there's the flashback scenes...

Speaking of flashes, they seem to like randomly flashing colours at the screen and slowing/speeding up action for split moments all the time. I suppose it's trying to mimic that CSI "action montage" style that's pretty bad to begin with, but they seem to throw it in at entirely inappropriate times and transitions. And speaking of transitions, I'm not sure the editor really understood how those things work. The acting was horrible and I don't think I need to tell you that the writing in a movie which has as its main premise a fight between a colossal shark and a gargantuan octopus is going to be about at the level of Twilight fanfic.

Of course, all this atrociousness just lead to the three of us laughing so hard we missed half the dialogue, and becoming overly excited about the "fight scenes," cheering and pumping our arms in the air, screaming things like, "DAT'S MAH MAIN MAN GIANT OCTOPUS!" To clarify, we all placed bets on who would win the fight. Alex put his 5¢ on Mega Shark. I rooted for Giant Octopus. Dan took the route of Mankind. I'd tell you who won the 15¢ pot, but I don't want to ruin the ending. (Hint: We all lost. When you watch Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus, there are no winners.)

YouTube clips on Closely Watched Trains

Further proof of why I love Alton Brown:

If there was one TV personality I would want to be friends with, it would be him.

And here's those first moments of the movie, found on YouTube. Unfortunately, the clip's title lies, as the English subtitles are entirely absent. But perhaps after reading them in the previous post and keeping them in mind while watching this, some of the humour will come through better:

And lastly, a trailer:

Closely Watched Trains

In class today, we watched yet another Czech film (the last of the three countries we are looking at as part of Central European cinema). The film was Jiří Menzel's Closely Watched Trains (Ostře sledované vlaky, 1966).

The film was, as most Czech films seem to be, a mixture of comedy and tragedy. This "Czech sense of humour" is generally described as dealing with serious topics in a joking manner and is often called bitter and sarcastic. I can see a similarity between this sense of humour and what I would consider the Icelandic sense of humour. Certainly, there are differences, but there is a certain mending of humour and horror that occurs in both. I think in particular of the humour in films by Dagur Kári and comics by Hugleikur Dagsson. As far as the later is concerned, it's interesting to note that when his comics were translated into English for an American audience, the book was renamed from the Icelandic title of Forðist okkur (Avoid us)—a collection of the three previous works Elskið okkur (Love us), Drepið okkur (Kill us), and Ríðið okkur (Fuck us)—to the English title Should you be laughing at this?. Most of his subsequent books in Icelandic continued the trend of "[Verb] us," while their English translations have been Is this supposed to be funny? and Is this some kind of a joke?. The English titles presumably act as a means of preceding American reactions of Hugleikur's comedy (which is on the darker side even for Icelandic tastes).

I seem to have diverged from the original topic a bit, but I assure you it is to prove a point. That is that there is certainly a level of "nationality" to any work of a particular language. Despite what translations may suggest, languages aren't all just "different ways of saying the same thing." Each language will suggest its own nuances of thought. For example, in my studies into Icelandic, I have found it to be a bit more metaphorically inclined than English (perhaps in part because of the prevalence of kenning in Old Norse poetry). The language seems to lend itself to more of an intellectual and abstract mindset than English, and in my discussions with Icelanders I have noticed this trend in their own thoughts. Of course, if we were to instead compare English to Chinese, we would see even great examples of different processes of thought, but as I know next to nothing in that language, I cannot speak from experience.

That said, perhaps the hardest thing to translate is humour. Even British humour is regarded in America as something "different." When you add in another language, with its own wordplays, modes of thinking, and so forth, this can only exacerbate the situation.

Certainly, in viewing Closely Watched Trains, I was able to catch a lot of the humour, and much of the class was caught laughing and some particularly easy-to-catch jokes. I did feel like some of them fell flat for the audience, though. Since I felt a bit closer to the comedic style of this film due to my experience in Icelandic comedy, it seemed I would sometimes pick up on jokes that many of the others in class simply didn't catch, leaving the professor Marek and I some of the only ones letting out a chuckle.

I don't want to dissuade anyone from Czech comedy, though, and make them feel like they just won't "get it," because I still think there is a lot to appreciate and laugh about in them. They certainly do involve a bit of a sensitivity to bitter sarcasm and dry delivery, though, so those of you prone to extremely slapstick based humour may be less thrilled.

As a sample of Czech humour, I will reproduce for you here the very first lines spoken in the film, in which the main character describes his family history:

My name is Milós Hrma. They often laughed at my name.* But otherwise, we were a happy family. Our great-grandfather Lukas, as a tambour, fought on the Charles Bridge of Prague, and when the students threw cobblestones at the soldiers, they hit great-grandfather with such aim that he was getting a pension ever since. One gulden per day. He didn't do anything after that, except buy a bottle of rum and a pack of tobacco every day. My grandfather William was a hypnotist and the whole town believed his hypnotism was prompted by a desire to go through life without any effort. My father, an engine driver, has been retired since the age of forty-eight, and people are mad with envy since dad is healthy and will draw out his pension for twenty, maybe thirty years... without doing a thing. Great-grandfather Lukas bought a bottle of rum and two packs of tobacco every day. Instead of staying home, he went to see the workers and made fun of the hard-working men. So every year, grandpa Lukas would get beaten somewhere. And in 1930, great-grandfather boasted in front of stone cutters whose quarry had just been closed, and they beat him so badly he died. And when the Germans crossed the frontiers in March and proceeded towards Prague, grandfather William decided to face the Germans on his own with hypnosis and stop the advancing tanks by the force of his thoughts. With outstretched hands and eyes glued to the Germans, he tried to get them to turn around and go back. Actually, the first tank stopped and the entire army stopped, but then the tank started forward again and grandfather wouldn't move—so the tank went right over him, cutting off his head and nothing more stood in the way of the Reich's army. And I went through a preparation course and I'm going to be a train-dispatcher, and the entire town knows I want to be a train-dispatcher for the simple reason that I don't want to do anything, just like my ancestors, except to stand on the platform with a signal disc and avoid any hard work, while others have to drudge and toil.

*His name can be translated as "pubic hair"

I hope that made you laugh as much as it did me.

P.S. Apparently, the Netflix Streaming Disc is on the way. Expect the horrors of Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus sometime this weekend...

Taxi Driver posted, comments on Ju Dou

First order of business, my comments of Martin Scorsese's Taxi Driver

are now up over at the Gatehouse. Here's a snippet from that article:

While perhaps not as widely referenced as Casablanca, Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver (1976) is a classic in its own right. Certainly, this is a different era of filmmaking altogether. A lot of time has passed; new techniques, technologies, and styles have developed, flourished, and sometimes faded; this is a new generation of directors.

It was a pleasure watching and writing about this film, and I hope for those who have seen it, you will enjoy my comments. For those who haven't, well, maybe it will make you think it's about time you did.


Secondly, I just returned from one of my film studies classes. This week we watched Ju Dou (1990) by Chinese director Zhang Yimou. The film was beautiful shot and certainly interesting. Personally, while I loved the characters, I found the story perhaps too "drama" for my tastes, though certainly one better than generic melodrama.

What follows is a free flow list of thoughts after viewing:

Color symbolism. Taoist use of blue/red applies to Ju Dou's clothing, but yellow? What does yellow mean in this movie? Is the child a continuation of the old man's power? Something new? Significance of funeral tradition may be lost. Would be interested in Wes's comments on the film, as he may understand some of the cultural significance more.

That may not make sense to most of you, but maybe it has you curious to find out what the hell I'm talking about. Good movie, though not one of my favorites so far.

Buh-whuh? Another blog?

Yes, I know I already have a blog over at ottens.co.uk called Cinema is Cinema, and I've so far been lackluster in updating it as frequently as intended. I'm hoping to remedy that, but this may also help a little. Why would starting a new blog help? Well, think of this one as a companion. I'll make quick notes on movies as I see them, and try to make mention of every one after viewing.

I'd like to think that this one will be a lot more relaxed and low key. My blog over at the Gatehouse is already geared towards a large audience on a well-run and elegant website, so I end up with the pressure to be professional. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, as I'm looking to pursue film studies professionally and that blog gives me experience speaking intellectually about films on a regular basis. However, it does mean that writing a post because a much more daunting task than simply spewing out a few comments on film. Again, this is very good in that it pushes me to improve, but makes it harder to keep up with it in the midst of all sorts of coursework, etc.

If I keep this one much more light and informal, I think it'll free me up to get quick ideas out first that I can refine later for the blog proper.

Also, this one will be more suited to movies I watch that would seem hardly worth noting in Cinema is Cinema proper. For example, perhaps I'll do a little write-up on such horrors of cinema as Gamer and Diatron 5 (a.k.a. Space Transformers) and eventually, when I watch it with Dan and Alex, Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus.

So here's my list of movies I currently plan on writing about for Cinema is Cinema proper:

Taxi Driver

The Third Man

Wild Strawberries

Eroica

The Cranes are Flying

Picnic at Hanging Rock

The Shop on High Street

Videodrome

Hana-bi

Loves of a Blonde

Of course, some may be cut as I consider the list and as it grows larger as the days pass.