The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Seminal Image #338

(Otto Preminger, 1968)


swac said...

Sorry about the lousy quality. Come on Paramount, get your head out of your/Viacom's ass!

Tom Sutpen said...

Actually the quality is somewhat fortunate, in that the ghostliness of the image is fully consistent with the overall Hollywood Undead feeling that pervades Preminger's (still awful) film.

swac said...

Oh, it's terrible alright. But terrible in a way that Hollywood will never be able to achieve again. No matter how hard it tries.

But it's hard to entirely hate a film with a Nilsson soundtrack and a lengthy scene of Jackie Gleason tripping out on LSD (from whence this image is derived).

Richard Gibson said...

Nilsson, Preminger - bad? Really?

Tom Sutpen said...

Actually, the Nilsson score is pretty good.

Preminger's film?

Easily his worst. Think about how you'd feel if your oldest aunt tried to tounge kiss you.

It's like that.

swac said...

Actually, there's a scene with Carol Channing that is exactly like your aunt trying to tongue-kiss you.

Still...if ever a film was like watching a spectacular car crash...

Tom Sutpen said...

Stephen wrote:

Actually, there's a scene with Carol Channing that is exactly like your aunt trying to tongue-kiss you.

Oh, God. You mean her big moment with poor Frankie Avalon, I'm guessing. Yeaccchhh!

At least Avalon can say he made one movie worse than Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine.

Kingo Gondo said...

The Nilsson CREDITS should not be overlooked when discussing the many virtues of this film.

Tom Sutpen said...

Well, I don't take Nilsson's musical contribution to Skidoo for granted, and I doubt if Signor Cooke does (Nilsson's cameo is another matter entirely). Far as I'm concerned it may be the film's sole virtue. I sure can't think of another. Admittedly I haven't seen the thing in about 20 years . . . and I've never seen it in its proper aspect ratio . . . so all I can remember is its cringing awfulness.

Strangely enough, I read an hour or so ago that Preminger's estate holds all title to Skidoo and is deliberately witholding it from licensing in some loony effort to keep the memory of his greatness unsullied.

I question this information, frankly. It makes no sense. I mean, if they wanted to do that they'd have to keep every film Otto Preminger made from 1967 to 1974 the hell off the market, wouldn't they?

Personally, I wanna know where some of his Fox output went to. Where's Centennial Summer? Where's The 13th Letter? Get on the stick, you Murdoch lackies!!!

By the way . . .

'Tis good to see thee back on these shores, Kingo! Come 'round more often.