KUROSAWAAA!

Stud.

I know the main focus of this class is to appreciate a film holistically. However, I still believe that some components really do make or break a movie. In this case, I'm going to wax idiotic about the decisions a director made about an actor. I'm talking about the great Kurosawa-Mifune connection. I thoroughly enjoyed every Kurosawa movie we watched (especially Yojimbo) I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that my favorite part might be Toshiro Mifune. Partially because I have a slight crush on him. (He has dreamy eyes.) Partially because he was able to portray a self-deprecating, roving warrior in one film, and a novice, consumed detective in another pretty seamlessly.

I was most impressed with Yojimbo, mainly by Kurosawa's deliberate inclusion of Mifune as the composed renegade amidst power-crazy crazies. The dynamics between the groups and Kuwabatake Sanjuro, Mifune's character, are super evident in the expressions given and the emphasis put on said expressions. Mifune's expressions are subtle, yet he delivers a broad range. Compared to the thugs, he is much more composed and rational, which is hugely evident, especially when he manages to dupe them several times in a row. He clearly dominates the screen, with his smug grimace and rhythmic walk, enhanced by the music composed by Masaru Sato.

Even the music is notable in the film, as the score almost mocks the "grave" situations in the film. Titillating xylophones and jazzy, big band-ish orchestral movements offered a lighthearted, humorous feel to the film, despite the fact that the main subject was killing.

As for Mifune, he was a well-developed actor and has consequently sparked further interest in me to watch the movies he's in. Mostly because he's talented. Clearly because he's a babe.

Opening Night

This 38 second clip basically sums up Cassavetes for me. It is either the most rational, or most pretentious statement about movie goers I've heard, but it does offer insight into Cassavetes' style and approach to filmmaking. And it is VERY applicable to his movies, including 1977's Opening Night. Cassavetes smudges the line between life and art by presenting Myrtle, an aging stage actress played by Gena Rowlands feels alienated in her love life, as well as her professional life, especially after witnessing the death of one of her adoring fans who was hit by a car. The movie follows her through her coping with essentially her self-destruction. Nonetheless, it is very Cassavete-esque. Everything is recognizable as his style: the cast, camera movement and typical duration of scenes and shots are all demonstrative of Cassavetes. And the father independent film, at this point in my life, is tried and true. Perhaps in 1977, I would be amused by his innovation. I probably belong to the mass Cassavetes mentions in the above video. It's ok with me.

Alfred, you da bomb

So it goes without contest that Alfred Joseph Hitchcock has a reputation as one of the most emulated, respected and talented directors our sad little world has produced. What is so entrancing about what this jolly-jowled man creates?

He is pure manipulation.

Of course in class we all learned about the falsely accused protagonist, suspense vs. surprise and doppelgängers, but the fundamental, underlying fact is that these all render the audience vulnerable. We are completely at Hitchcock's mercy and we love every second of it (or normal people do). His narrating skills are not short of intriguing, as his movies are laced with psychological queries and absurd situations. There is a sort of pleasure that comes with trying to solve the mystery or trying to understand the characters' motivations; you could potentially be operating at Hitchcock's level, which is exciting.

Even psychoanalyst Slavoj Zizek has taken an interest in Hitchcock's movies, proclaiming that Vertigo offers the concept that "the male libidinal economy it appears, 'the only good woman is a dead woman.' Zizek argues that it is the very excess of female desire that poses a fundamental threat to male identity. In Zizek's The Pervert's Guide to Cinema he discusses the power of The Birds, Psycho, Vertigo, Saboteur, Rear Window and North By Northwest and their hidden language. (Check it out, seriously it's bomb).

Sadly, the Hitchcockian novelty is now hard to come by. Luckily we can still take comfort in the cameo-loving-suspense-building-subjective-shot-wielding-British-but-embracer-of-American-individuality director Hitch. Cock.

The Killing of a Chinese Bookie

Thirty years ago, when The Killing of a Chinese Bookie was first released,
it bombed at the box office, much to Cassavetes’ disappointment. Critics
found it disorganized, self-indulgent, and unfathomable; audiences took
their word for it and stayed away. Today, the film seems a model of
narrative clarity and lucidity: either our eyes have caught up to
Cassavetes, or the reigning aesthetic has evolved steadily in the direction of his personal cinematic style. Now we are more accustomed to hanging out
and listening in on the comic banality of low-life small talk; to a semidocumentary, handheld camera, ambient-sound approach; to morally divided or not entirely sympathetic characters, dollops of “dead time,” and subversions of traditional genre expectations.

This excerpt from Phillip Lopate's essay The Raw and the Cooked is an interesting depiction of Cassavetes' 1976 film The Killing of a Chinese Bookie. Although I agree with Lopate's suggestion that today's audience is more willing to accept a "semidocumentary" (as he so accurately labels Cassavetes' movies), there is still a level to his method that is unattainable even for the most open-minded movie go-ers. Perhaps I do not posess the intellectual capacity to TRULY FULLY appreciate John's efforts, but The Killing of a Chinese Bookie was at least entertaining, as compared to Faces.

As trite and unoriginal as it may sound, the addition of color and sound into this particular film allowed for more accessability to the winding plot and super developed protagonist, Cosmo Vitelli. The scenes in his gentlemen's nightclub, although (seemingly) unnecessarily long at times, were vivid and caught the viewer's attention

1. Probably because it's a nudie bar but....

2. because Cassavetes shot the scenes through gels which created pools of ambient light=

There is definitely an aesthetic quality Cassavetes incorporates with sound, light and camera work, however, for some reason his overly realistic point of view leans towards tiresome. I respect his decisions, but I'd rather watch a less ambitious independent film with a more direct (maybe even less plausible) plot.