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

The Art of Cinema #116

So This is Africa
(Edward Cline; 1933)


Anonymous said...

They're pretty bad in many ways. Wheeler can't stay in character--he's the naif for ten seconds then he's a horny wiseguy and he's charmless either way. And Woolsey, a kind of Bible Belt Groucho, whether he's in an airplane or on a camel or whatever plays every scene, every line, exactly the same way, like he's on the proscenium of some cheap burlesque house squawking at a bunch of shriners. Woolsey looks the kind of guy, if he didn't get into show business might have spent his life managing a skid row flophouse. Best film: Diplomaniacs, of course. I love 'em.

swac said...

I have, lemme see....20 VHS tapes of W&W madness. I'm only 1/4 through it, but it's addictive. It's true, "low rent Marx" comes to mind, but there's always the thrill of the unexpected gag or risque reference to keep one going.

Sadly, So This Is Africa is not among the collection. What I wouldn't give to see an uncut copy...

Now if only I could find a decent still of Clark & MacCulloch.