Joints #2

CBGB's owner Hilly Kristal (who passed away earlier this week at the age of 75) sweeps up after what could have been an average or a legendary night.
An Ongoing Series of Cultural and Personal Observations;
by Tom Sutpen, Stephen Cooke, Richard Gibson, Kimberly Lindbergs and Greg Ferrara

CBGB's owner Hilly Kristal (who passed away earlier this week at the age of 75) sweeps up after what could have been an average or a legendary night.

Norman Foster
No. 20 in a series of 50 from Player's Navy Cut Cigarettes
Born in Richmond, Indiana, on December 13th, 1900, Norman Foster started his career as a newspaper reporter in his native town. Later, going to New York for a better position, he turned to the stage instead, and after a hard struggle, gradually won the position of a popular leading man. He had his first leading film role in Gentlemen of the Press, a talking made at Long Island. Later he was given a Hollywood contract. Among his recent films are State Fair, Orient Express and Strictly Dynamite. His real name is John Hoeffer and he is married to Claudette Colbert.

Hesquiaht woman from the Central Nootka tribe; British Columbia (1916)
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The Native-Americana of Edward S. Curtis

A second-hand bookstall. During the 1930's this street market became a mecca for bargain-hunters and antique collectors.
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Through the Lens of Cyril Arapoff

A story without words
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From the Sketch Book of Lawson Wood

First-Class passengers
Although comfortable enough, there is little sociability in a first-class carriage on a railway; everybody seems to have an idea that he is the only one who is really entitled, by payment and position, to a seat therein, and so is afraid of compromising his dignity by speaking. There is consequently no conversation: the heads of the four corner occupants are usually looking out of the windows, and the centre ones look at each other.
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From the Southern Travellers Handbook for 1965/66

Louis B. Mayer presents a flag to Lon Chaney during filming of Tell It to the Marines.

"The Pig trys to protect the White stores in Black communities that rob Black people"
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From the Black Panther Coloring Book

Vladimir Mayakovsky

Douglas Fairbanks
No. 19 in a series of 50 from Player's Navy Cut Cigarettes
"Born on May 23rd, 1883 in Denver, Colorado, Douglas Fairbanks studied to become a mining engineer, but changed his mind and went on the stage, leaving in 1915 for screen work. He soon won stardom, becoming famous for his vigourous personality and acrobatic feats upon the screen. Perhaps his most famous silent film was Robin Hood. His talkies include Mr. Robinson Crusoe and The Private Life of Don Juan. In 1920 he married Mary Pickford. Douglas Fairbanks Jr. is his son by his first wife. His brother Robert manages his business affairs."

Today's Adventure: Leslie Howard, Basil Rathbone and John Barrymore confer on the set of George Cukor's 1936 production of Romeo and Juliet. Norma Shearer is nowhere to be seen.

Muriel Gray interviews Scott Walker for Channel Four's The Tube, with limited success.
This was posted by Richard Gibson
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Adventures in European Filmmaking

Sorry to interrupt the Presleyana, but this news fills me with profound
sadness. I'm gonna switch the Sun Sessions with Money Jungle for a while.
The Associated Press obituary.

With customary sobriety, Britain's Super Soar-away Sun covers the
passing of Elvis Presley 30 years ago today

Elvis Presley and Bobby Darin
Elvis Presley and Faron Young
Elvis Presley and Gov. Nelson Rockefeller (R-NY)
Elvis Presley and Jackie Wilson
Merle Kilgore and Elvis Presley
Billy Ward and Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley and The Willburn Brothers
Nudie Cohen, Tex Williams and Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley and Hank Snow
Gov. George C. Wallace (D-AL) and Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley and Jim Brown
Eddy Arnold and Elvis Presley
Rufus Thomas and Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley, Natalie Wood and Nick Adams
Elvis Presley and Muhammad Ali
Elvis Presley and The Browns
Susan Hayward and Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley and Johnny Horton
Elvis Presley and Mahalia Jackson
Merv Griffin, Tom Jones, Elvis Presley and Norm Crosby

Hal Wallis, Elvis Presley and Col. Tom Parker

Popeye meets Harpo in Sock-a-Bye, Baby.
(Fleischer Studios; Dave Fleischer; 1934)

Ann Dvorak
(No. 18 in a series of 50 from Player's Navy Cut Cigarettes)
Of Irish-Austrian descent, Ann Dvorak was born on August 2nd, 1912 in New York. Her real name is McKim, and she is the daughter of Anna Lehr, a famous American stage and silent screen actress. Ann began her career as a dancer and dance teacher with M.G.M. in whose films she first appeared as a dancer. For some time afterwards she did crowd work, a few larger roles, and then gained her great opportunity in Scarface, as the ill-fated sister. Her latest roles are in Massacre, with Richard Barthelmess, Heat Lightning, A Woman in Her Thirties and Midnight Alibi.
Well . . . that's that.
If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger's first Guest Contributor Week enters the yellowed ledger of Blogospheric histoire and, not to put too fine a point on it, I can honestly say I am eternally chuffed both by the generosity of our contributors and their respective eyes for good, very very good material. Mere thanks is not sufficient, but it is all I can offer.
Yesterday, shahn of the amazing blog six martinis and the seventh art suggested we do this again, and we shall. I intend it. In fact, had it not been for my own schedule-from-hell and an unwillingness to exile my co-conspirators for the length of time required, I would have extended Guest Contributor Week at least a few more days, if not another week (at one point I'd resolved to do that very thing). That's how many contributions we still have left over. I'm not sure when we'll be throwing open the doors again, but it won't be too long. Rest assured, I'll send out another shout of 'Come one, come all' when it happens.
I want to thank Stephen Cooke and Richard Gibson for clearing out, as it were, these last seven days while our guests moved in. As for me, I'm taking (deliberately this time . . . usually it happens of its own volition) a day or two off from the cane field of images that is this blog. What with the Bergman and Antonioni tributes and Guest Contributor-a-Go-Go, I've probably posted more on this blog in the last nine days than I do in a month (maybe). Now, some of you might be saying "Is he kidding? All he does is post pictures; and he thinks that's work? Has this chump ever hammered out 5,000 words on Out 1, noli me tangere . . . all 800 minutes! . . . hours after seeing it!! . . . all while making sure it reads exactly like everybody else's 5,000 words?? That's what I call hard blog-work, you apostate jackass!"
Well, it's a decent-enough point on its face. I've never claimed to have a talent for automatic writing, and certainly my gifts for cinephilic verisimiltude and CriticSpeak are not what they were when I was a lad; but those who take this view do so, I think, with a bit of short sighted-ness, however fashionable in some circles it may be. Think what you will, but we do expend a measure of critical judgement here when it comes to selecting and sequencing and (a word I'm using advisedly) editing the images. They are, for better or worse, our content; and even if we moved to a more text-intensive format . . . in the event such a strategy would not turn our fellow film bloggers against us even more than they've already turned . . . I don't think this blog would be as good, at least not in the same manner of good-ness.
All of which is to say that I been working overtime the last nine days on this here railroad, and I need to re-charge my batteries. Messrs. Cooke and Gibson will, I have no doubt, pick up the standard and brandish it far more effectively than I, blog wearied as I am.
Again, I want to give my immense thanks to those of you who contributed images and text and all things Charlie Parker last week. Most of you I thanked individually, and the rest I will get to (I promise that much), but this is the collective thanks. May your tribes increase.
Tom Sutpen

From the original caption supplied by Columbia Pictures:
"Interesting Company: Two Columbia contract beauties, Norma Randall, left, and Rosemarie Bowe, have little Tommy Rettig in tow as he prepares to leave on a cross-country tour to exploit his latest film, The Kramer Company's Technicolor The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T. All are wearing official 'T' shirts and beanies."
Guest Contributor: Ray Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Golden Age of Publicity

Weegee shows Stanley Kubrick his Rolleiflex camera
Guest Contributor: Galen Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Lásky jedné plavovlásky
(Loves of a Blonde)
(Milos Forman; 1965)
Guest Contributor: David Parker

Penelope Tree
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Models Were Models

Alan Ansen (hung by William S. Burroughs)
Guest Contributor: Hannah
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
Poets are both clean and warm

Tricky meets a man in black (1972)
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
Tricky: Scenes from a Life

Jean-Paul Belmondo plays pinball
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Frank Zappa
Guest Contributor: Theron Neel
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Cool Hall of Fame

Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gil with Big Ben
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Guest Contributor: Jeff Duncanson
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
This Week's Weegee

Guest Contributor: Pietro
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Art of Communism,
Guest Contributions

Alain Delon and Romy Schneider
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were an Item

Hot Rod and Speedway
(February-March, 1957)
Guest Contributor: Rob Carver
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Roots of Pop Art
Before
After
Guest Contributor: Glyphjockey
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Before and After,
Guest Contributions,
The Acid Eaters

Au revoir, les enfants
(Goodbye, Children)
(Louis Malle; 1987)
Guest Contributor: shahn

Charles Chaplin, Ernst Lubitsch, Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks
Guest Contributor: David Manning
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

In the roundhouse at a Chicago and Northwestern Railroad yard
(Chicago, IL; December, 1942)
Guest Contributor: Abraham Hyatt
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
Jack Delano's Trains

The Mighty Sparrow wows some suits
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Rainer Werner Fassbinder and Werner Herzog
Guest Contributor: Josh Krauter
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Today's Adventure: On the set of Eraserhead, David Lynch makes up Laurel Near as the Lady in the Radiator (1977)
Guest Contributor: Galen Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Adventures in American Filmmaking,
Guest Contributions

Albert Hofmann
Guest Contributor: Glyphjockey
This was posted by Richard Gibson
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Acid Eaters

Merce Cunningham and John Cage
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Ann Coulter and Rev. Al Sharpton
Guest Contributor: David Manning
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Tom Stoppard is poised to write
Guest Contributor: Testify
This was posted by Richard Gibson
for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Ann-Margret and Ken Russell
Guest Contributor: Galen Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
(by Lewis Carroll; aka, The Rev. Charles Dodgson)
(MacMillan and Co., 1865)
Guest Contributor: Rob Carver
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Golden Age of Prurience

Townes Van Zandt (1944-1997)
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Present Day Composer

Klaus Kinski publishes his memoirs
Guest Contributor: Jürgen Fauth of jürgen fauth’s muckworld
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Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Spade and Ella Mae Cooley
Guest Contributor: Testify
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were an Item
Before
After
Guest Contributor: Glyphjockey
This was posted by Richard Gibson
for the series:
Before and After,
Guest Contributions

Dick Tracy
(William A. Berke; 1945)
Guest Contributor: Hannan Levin of grow-a-brain

Terence Stamp and Sammy Davis, Jr.
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Richard Gibson
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

The Hustler
(Robert Rossen; 1961)
Guest Contributor: Ryan Sarnowski of Made Out of Mouth
This was posted by Richard Gibson
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
Seminal Images

Switchman throwing a switch at C & NW RR's Proviso yard
(Chicago, IL; April, 1943)
Guest Contributor: Abraham Hyatt

Andrea (Andy) Warhol
Guest Contributor: Glyphjockey
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
Self Portrait

Johnny Ray
Guest Contributor: Peteski of Nevver
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Guest Contributions,
The Cool Hall of Fame

This was posted by Richard Gibson
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Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Errol Flynn and Brigitte Bardot
Guest Contributor: Rob Carver
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Today's Adventure: Lars von Trier gives Lauren Bacall direction and a hard time on the set of Manderlay (2005)
Guest Contributor: Steve Carlson of The Ongoing Cinematic Education of Steven Carlson
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Adventures in American Filmmaking,
Guest Contributions

Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir get arrested for distributing
La Cause du Peuple (1971)
Guest Contributor: Galen Young
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for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Emily Carr in her studio with Sunshine and Tumult, c. 1936
(photo: Harold Mortimer-Lamb; courtesy: National Gallery of Canada).
Guest Contributor: Trish Turliuk
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Great Canadians of the 20th Century,
Guest Contributions

Indiana Harbor Belt RR switchman, demonstrating signal with a 'fusee' --
used at twilight and dawn -- when visibility is poor. This signal means 'stop.'
(Calumet City, IL; January, 1943)
Guest Contributor: Abraham Hyatt
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
Jack Delano's Trains

Marsha Hunt
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
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for the series:
A Who's Who of Swinging London,
Guest Contributions

Jack Nicholson, Lauren Bacall and Warren Beatty
Guest Contributor: Mark of Movie Masterworks
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Nick Adams and Natalie Wood
Guest Contributor: Peter L. Winkler of Precious Cargo
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Noam Chomsky and Fidel Castro
Guest Contributor: David Manning
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather
Before
After
Guest Contributor: Theron Neel
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Before and After,
Guest Contributions

Cornel Wilde sells Schenley Whiskey
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Great Moments in Marketing,
Guest Contributions

Juan Garcia Esquivel (1918-2002)
Guest Contributor: Testify
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Present Day Composer

Buster Keaton and Samuel Beckett
Guest Contributor: Galen Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Today's Adventure: Ralph Levy and Marlon Brando discuss pratfalls
for Bedtime Story (1964)
Guest Contributor: Ray Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Adventures in American Filmmaking,
Guest Contributions

Lon Chaney
Guest Contributor: Stacia
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Cool Hall of Fame

Homo Hill
(Matt Bradley; 1963)
Guest Contributor: Dave Cash
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Golden Age of Prurience

John Ford and George O'Brien
Guest Contributor: name lastname
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Ringo Starr and Marc Bolan
Guest Contributor: Theron Neel
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Guest Contributor: Pietro
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Art of Communism,
Guest Contributions

Gordon Lightfoot
Guest Contributor: Jeff Duncanson
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Great Canadians of the 20th Century,
Guest Contributions

El Gato sin botas
(A Puss Without Boots)
(Fernando Cortés; 1957)
Guest Contributor: Rob Carver
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
El Cine Del Oro,
Guest Contributions

The Jackson 5ive strut their stuff on The Ed Sullivan Show
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
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for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Jean-Paul Belmondo and Ursula Andress
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were an Item

Leo Tolstoy spins a yarn
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
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for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

John Waters and Harris Glenn Milstead (aka Divine)
Guest Contributor: Andrew Mazur of Transmissions from Wintermute
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Bud Abbott, Donald O'Connor, Eddie Cantor, James Durante and Lou Costello
Guest Contributor: David Manning
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Guest Contributor: Stacia
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Art of Technological Advance,
Guest Contributions

Marisa Berenson
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Models Were Models

Mister Mystery
(July-August, 1955)
Guest Contributor: Rob Carver
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Roots of Pop Art
Before
After
Guest Contributor: Testify
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Before and After,
Guest Contributions

Fritz Lang puts Peter to bed
Guest Contributor: Galen Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

The Three Stooges (Jerry Howard, Larry Fine and Moe Howard)
Guest Contributor: Lex10 of Glyphjockey
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

C&NW RR, working on a locomotive at the 40th street railroad shops
(Chicago, IL; December, 1942)
Guest Contributor: Abraham Hyatt
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
Jack Delano's Trains

Paul Anka knots his tie
Guest Contributor: Testify of Testify
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for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Unit Structures
(Cecil Taylor)
(Blue Note Records; 1966)
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly

Today's Adventure: Anthony Cardoza, William C. Thompson, Harry Thomas, Tor Johnson and Edward D. Wood take an existential break from filming Night of the Ghouls (1959)
Guest Contributor: Ray Young
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Adventures in American Filmmaking,
Guest Contributions

Bill Haley and Elvis Presley
Guest Contributor: David Manning
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Ann-Margret
Guest Contributor: Theron Neel
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Guest Contributions,
The Cool Hall of Fame

Michael Caine struts down a London street
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
A Who's Who of Swinging London,
Guest Contributions

The Monks get their tonsures touched up
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Marvin Hamlisch, Mike Douglas, Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein
Guest Contributor: David Manning of The Ridgefield Press
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Today's Adventure: Marcel Cerdan smiles confidently before his title defense
against Jake LaMotta (1949)
Guest Contributor: Jeff Duncanson of Filmscreed
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Adventures in the Fight Racket,
Guest Contributions

Brian Jones, Yoko Ono, Roger Daltrey, Julian Lennon, John Lennon and Eric Clapton
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
When Legends Gather

Toots Hibbert inhales
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
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for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

Jack Palance endorses Heublein Cocktails
Guest Contributor: Kimberly Lindbergs of Cinebeats
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for the series:
Great Moments in Marketing,
Guest Contributions

Michel Legrand and Jean-Luc Godard
Guest Contributor: Galen Young
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

A Ku Klux Klan carnival somewhere in the Midwest
Guest Contributor: Stacia of Food & Movies
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Art of American Amusement,
Guest Contributions

Brother Theodore
Guest Contributor: Ray Young of Flickhead
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Academy of the Underrated,
Guest Contributions
Before
After
Guest Contributor: Rob Carver
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Before and After,
Guest Contributions

The Benny Goodman Trio (Benny Goodman, Teddy Wilson and Gene Krupa)
Guest Contributor: Shahn of six martinis and the seventh art
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for the series:
Guest Contributions,
They Were Collaborators

Daniel Johnston gives Yip! Jump Music the hard sell
Guest Contributor: Mike Daly
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for the series:
Artists in Action,
Guest Contributions

It's an appropriate image, don't you think?
Not that he was any more at home in the treacherous expanse of Death Valley than Erich von Stroheim had been forty-five years earlier. Nor would I say that he emerged from that red-gold desert with a film anyone would call a triumph in the art of the motion picture (it was, in fact, the worst of his films; though not without its moments). No, I merely make this observation to point out that Michelangelo Antonioni, who passed away last week at the age of 94, could find more in empty spaces and relative silences than any filmmaker in history. "I want my characters to suggest the background in themselves, even when it is not visible." he once said, "I want them to be so powerfully realized that we cannot imagine them apart from their physical and social context even when we see them in empty space."
It was Antonioni's limning of that social context, his greater or lesser understanding of it, that enabled these realizations, gave them breath. Unlike Federico Fellini, the director he was so often and so foolishly pitted against by movie reviewers in the early 1960s, Antonioni had little interest in cramming his frames to their edges with human bric-a-brac (beauties, grotesques, endless, endless talkers) and a filming style unhinged yet, at its core, severely disciplined. He instead stripped the universe his narratives dwelled in of everything they (and, by extension, we) didn't need, making all he left in that much more stark and forbidding. With its awful history and abundant life-force, Italy is a country whose arts were never easily dispassionate, and no medium practiced there was ever more manic than its cinema (it's the one crucial, unbreakable link between that country's commercial filmmaking and its so-called Art cinema), yet Antonioni's work, at first glance, seemed oddly cold-blooded in comparison with . . . just about everyone's. But that was only their surface. His films were, in fact, intensely dramatic at their best, though totally bereft of the thousand manipulations of melodrama; and they could be excruciating in the utter persistence with which the background, as he put it, of his characters made itself known to us.
Michelangelo Antonioni was, if nothing else, a director of moments. This is not to say that he excelled at individual sequences at the expense of the whole, or even that he had an abiding gift for dramatic, carefully constructed epiphanies. His unique gift, his genius (to use a word pressed into backbreaking service this week) lay in depicting with immense precision the most agonizing hours of inner torment, documenting on film that which cannot be documented so directly: The moment when an artist begins to know the limits of art; the moment when a marriage can no longer go on; the moment when a man's inanition of will finally reduces every personal illusion to dust; the moment when a revolutionary impulse dies; the moment when loss becomes irretrievable. It was something no other filmmaker, then or now, was capable of. It was literally like photographing heartbreak.
In New York magazine earlier this week, Bilge Ebiri squeezed out the standard, reflexive teardrop; lamenting the passing of Ingmar Bergman and Michelangelo Antonioni, placing these doubly sad events in contrast to the foul success of someone like Brett Ratner, then reading into it all the usual, sinister implications. Doesn't bode well for us, does it? Well, who knows. I won't go the Cassandra route (not this time) and foretell a dour and detestable future for those of us who are hopelessly obsessed with cinema. Frankly, I'm of the opinion (sometimes) that we cinephiles only rarely deserve to have artists like Antonioni . . . or Bergman . . . or whatever giant falls next (Godard? Rivette? Kenneth Anger??) walk among us and bring forth their works.
Let's just be thankful we have them for as long as they're around.

Today's Adventure: Michelangelo Antonioni sets up his camera for Chung Kuo: Cina, without representatives of the PRC breathing down his neck (1972)

Today's Adventure: On the set of Zabriskie Point, extras look on nervously as Michelangelo Antonioni contemplates a solution to his problems with MGM (1970)

Identificazione di una donna
(Identification of a Woman)
(Michelangelo Antonioni; 1982)

Today's adventure: Michelangelo Antonioni the cast and crew of Professione: reporter (The Passenger; 1975) prepare for the final shots.
This was posted by Richard Gibson
for the series:
Adventures in European Filmmaking

Andrei Tarkovsky and Michelangelo Antonioni hang out, as Tonino Guerra stands watch
This was posted by Tom Sutpen
for the series:
Artists in Action,
When Legends Gather

Ingmar Bergman, who passed away earlier this week at the age of 89, was already one of the most celebrated film artists on earth by the age of forty; and not without good cause. Over the preceding fifteen years (and more than one decade thereafter) he had, through the force of his will and his talent alone, accomplished a feat that was almost miraculous: He brought to bear upon narrative cinema the most directly personal vision it had ever witnessed. Think about it. Personal expression in film arguably goes all the way back to the Brothers Lumiere, and directors always, to greater or lesser degrees, used their work to cast perspective on matters of far more immediate concern to them than the audience or their putative colaborators. But when people speak (rightfully) of intensely private dimensions in the work of, say, Howard Hawks or Alfred Hitchcock, it has to be remembered that whatever core of inward reflection these directors sought could not have been achieved without the protective armor of comercially-viable genres. Inside the contours of a Western or a Suspense number they were, very often, poets; outside them, they were considered unemployable.
After a half-decade of slugging it out in the trenches of Sweden's film industry, Bergman had truck with genres only rarely, and when he did they never adhered to anyone's conventions. His was a process, almost from the start, of striking personal thematic chords again and again and again. With very few exceptions he wrote every film he directed, and not one could have been conceivable as the product of any other. His works were his, or they were no one's.
He was, in this sense, on the fast track of history. In 1948, just two years after Bergman commenced his directorial career, the novelist Alexandre Astruc thundered across the pages of L'Ecrain Francais with a piece that in its time was seen less an essay than a call to arms. In this article, "The Birth of a New Avant-Garde", he advanced the idea of 'Le camera-stylo', and argued that film artists could only realize the full potentialities of the medium by means of direct, singular authorship, an authorship at once similar to that of a novelist or a painter but wholly dissimilar in that its methods were exclusively those of cinema. It was idealism run rampant, but that only made its allure, for some, all the more alluring.
It's a proposition with which one can, of course, dispute endlessly, but in the realm of narrative filmmaking Ingmar Bergman consummated Astruc's ideal more completely than any director of his day. So it falls, then, as naturally as night falls upon day, that in the full flower of his creativity he would often find himself dismissed by the high tide of auteurist movie reviewers, usually American, whose critical mandate was virtually fueled by such outlandishly romantic proclamations as Astruc's. The reason for this had little to do with his movies and everything to do with the attitudes of a certain breed of reviewer: Auteurist criticism, as it came to be, was essentially a sport, one where each critic mined a body of work for the oft-hidden authorial hand of its director and then wrote their way (often poorly) to Olympus. It's an engaging preoccupation, always good for passing the time, but Bergman made it too easy.
No one, after all, had to look very far or for very long to find the evidence of his hand. It was manifest from first frame to last. What else was there to say? When Jonas Mekas (more gadfly than auteurist was he) once stated somewhat foolishly that there was more cinema in Hawks's Air Force than in the entirety of Ingmar Bergman's ouvre, it was not without a particle or two of real frustration. It was as if, by so closely incarnating the auteur model, Bergman was somehow playing dirty pool. If he'd been laboring in the charnel house of a severely regimented film industry such as Hollywood's, cranking out genre assignments and sneaking whatever he could of himself into the most rote, impersonal material, then he'd be presenting critics with a challenge, something they could work with. But the way he was doing it, the way he always did it, there was nothing for them to write about. It was no fair; no fun.
In a 1972 interview with John Simon . . . published in Ingmar Bergman Directs; a book, by contrast, almost tumescent with admiration for its subject ("To be the most important man in the most important art must be a terrible responsibility. Does it bother you?") . . . he spoke of what inspired his works. "It starts with a sort of tension or a specific scene, some lines, a picture or something, a piece of music. It just starts as a very, very small scene. And from this little scene comes a trembling. I look at it and try to pull it out. And sometimes it remains just this little thing.. But sometimes it's more; I can't stop and suddenly I have a lot of material." If we warrant that this is so . . . and the thousand evasions movie directors employed in interviews could often be an art unto itself; one worthy of fuller exploration at another time . . . then what is remarkable about Ingmar Bergman is not that he would draw inspiration from seemingly odd and random elements, but that his engagement with his own sensibility, his supreme confidence in it, up to and including an acceptance of its unknowable corridors, was such that he could then construct, as he did, a wholly coherent, utterly compelling body of cinema.
By using his imagination to plumb the deepest recesses of himself, he in turn gave us something we could then use to see ourselves, thereby succeeding where so many navel-gazers (and film critics) fail.

Today's Adventure: Ingmar Bergman listens to Ingrid Bergman on the set of Höstsonaten (Autumn Sonata; 1978)

Today's Adventure: Bibi Andersson, Liv Ullman, Sven Nykvist and Ingmar Bergman take a break during the filming of Persona in 1965.
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The cast of Gycklarnas afton (Sawdust and Tinsel; 1953)
(seismic thanks to Galen Young for this image)
Before (Såsom i en spegel; 1961)
After (Saraband; 2003)
(huge thanks to Jason Comerford of One Letter at a Time for the After image!)

Ingrid Thulin and Ingmar Bergman
(immense thanks to Galen Young for this image)

Today's Adventure: Ingmar Bergman and Jörgen Lindström play with a toy train on the set of Tystnaden (The Silence; 1963).
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Adventures in European Filmmaking

"Say anything you want against The Seventh Seal. My fear of death — this infantile fixation of mine — was, at that moment, overwhelming. I felt myself in contact with death day and night, and my fear was tremendous. When I finished the picture, my fear went away. I have the feeling simply of having painted a canvas in an enormous hurry — with enormous pretension but without any arrogance. I said, 'Here is a painting; take it, please.'"
-- Ingmar Bergman

Everything that was good and everything that was ridiculous about Tom Snyder (who passed away earlier this week at the age of 71), is on display in this 1981 interview with Singer-Songwriter Charles Manson; recorded for NBC's Tomorrow show at the California Medical Facility in Vacaville.