Many significant film personalities have passed away since I started this website. I have only written about two of them: Roger Ebert and Peter O’Toole. I forewent a post about Philip Seymour Hoffman (perhaps the best actor of the last decade), as well as Joan Fontaine (whose roles in Letter from an Unknown Woman and Rebecca have lasted with me as few roles ever have). I also didn’t write about the great Shirley Temple Black, which was perhaps my biggest mistake, because her service not only to cinema but to the United States of America and its citizens was invaluable. I also didn’t write about the master-critic Andrew Sarris, the father of auteur theory. Continue reading
Okay, so this is a little indulgent. But I can’t help but think that all this Academy Award talk in which I have been engaging can be diverting in this quest from casual movie watching to competency in film. What I would like to do is bring back the discussion from contemporary films and set our sights backwards again, towards the vast world of cinema that encompasses over a hundred years of art and culture. So, I’ve decided to go back and set up my own hypothetical awards ceremony, complete with honorary awards and imaginary glamor. Imagine a red carpet with Miley Cyrus in her fishnet leggings and Audrey Hepburn in her black Givenchy dress; Jared Leto’s long hair followed by Humphrey Bogart in unbelted wool jackets. The notion is enchanting, sure. Those basketball or football video games that I like to play often have a “fantasy draft” setting or a pick-up game kind of setting were you can do the most absurd things: you can have LeBron James play against Oscar Robertson, or have the Detroit duo of Isaiah Thomas and Bill Laimbeer take on Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman. Why not do something like that for movies? I consider this “fantasy academy” a well-earned journey into the indulgent imagination of my own self. It is time to let all those worlds, the world of John Huston, the world of Federico Fellini, the world of Robert Bresson, the world of Martin Scorsese, and the world of Christopher Nolan, all come together in the ultimate exposition of glamor, art, competition, and class. And considering the fact that my lists of the greatest directors and movies and acting performances are buried so deep in this blog, I feel like a resurrection of these lists in some new form is not an altogether bad idea, especially considering the fact that I just posted a page which, in essence, restated all the principles and theories that this blog has laid out thus far. As long as I’m in the “reviewing” mode, I might as well review those earlier lists by having a little fun; having my own awards ceremony in my head.
The nominees are listed in alphabetical order. There are 10 nominees for each category. The winners are in bold. I have hyperlinked all but one of the nominees to clips online (most of which can be found on YouTube) for your viewing pleasure. Continue reading
The “last of the hard-drinking hellraisers” is dead, as was written December 14 by The Telegraph writer Robbie Collin. Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Oliver Reed and others defined a generation of British actors hailing from Wales, Ireland, Scotland and England with their mix of imposing acting dexterity and their hell-raising personal lives. Besides Richard Harris—perhaps—the most significant of these British hell-raisers was Peter O’Toole. His significance was not born merely of his controversial life off the stage and away from the screen, but because he, above all others, was the greatest on that stage, and on that screen. No actor in history has matched his volatility as a character actor, nor have they ever been able to meet him in his potent monologues. There was something about his diction, a perfect blend of Irishman and Shakespearean reciter, that complimented his intensity of gaze, his angular expressions, and his physical simplicity. His roles were a true masks of self, yet, somehow, reflections of that bombastic and flamboyant personality were found in each one of those roles. For O’Toole, his own self was an integral part of every character he portrayed. Perhaps this is best shown in own appraisal of his performance in Lord Jim—a role many considered a failure: “I was so wrong for the picture,” he said. “When I play reflective types, I tend to reflect myself right off the screen.” Continue reading
All movie-goers (casual and competent) have “guilty pleasures.” For me, the occasional action film or comedy can fulfill a part of me that no Antonioni drama ever could. That being said, there is a mortal aspect to said pleasures: they are rooted either in nostalgia or in the heat of a single moment that soon dies off. Because of that, you will notice the allowance of indulge into my list-making. I think that of all my lists, my lists on actors will be the most indulgent. But, don’t be made to think that these don’t have clout. Consider them overrated. Better yet, consider them necessary indulgences for the evolution from casual to competent. Continue reading