Just after Christmas the “New York Times’” film writing slips

The “New York Times’” writing on film trends is idiosyncratic.  While the lead film critics often spend more and bigger words than are necessary to make their points, as in intellectual self-congratulation, it’s rarely easy to slight their insights, even though reporting is rarely involved.  On December 26th, their Brooks Barnes wrote about “Hollywood Moving Away from Middle-brow” movies, and having opted to improve its bottom-line and culture in the process.  He thinks it’ll focus on new, original voices.

The problem is that he relies on 2010′s box office numbers and infers that the implied strategic trend will be stable.  That’s a lot of faith to invest in a brief dip in box office profits for a small portion of titles.  It’s premature.

Imagery based on "American Graffiti" (Creative Commons)

Now those cinephiles, who routinely avoid the middle-of-the-road movies, have yearned and awaited a return to this “trend.”  If he’s correct, that’ll be splendid.  Some people are frustrated by those movies that merely serve viewers who want to “relax, laugh, and empty their minds” as a French philosopher, Bernard-Henri Lévy, recently described to the “Wall Street Journal” the European and in-turn the masses’ interests in different though related questions.

After the recent flopping of high-concept films and the triumphs of higher quality ones, he wrote, “As a result, studios are finally and fully conceding that moviegoers, armed with Facebook and other networking tools and concerned about escalating ticket prices, are holding them to higher standards. The product has to be good,” Barnes said.  And as morose as it is, this urgent sensibility too will pass.  It’s a recurring attitude and posture that defies the masses’ desires.

This is merely one of several opinions of which he is certain, but with weak and meager evidence.  This is disappointing.  Commenting on this presumed about face in film tastes, according to Mr. Barnes’ reporting, ‘“We think the future is about filmmakers with original voices,”’ said Amy Pascal, Sony’s co-chairwoman. ‘“Original is good, and good is commercial.”’  That doesn’t even make sense.  That circular reasoning flops like people used to say “Ishtar” did 20 years-ago.

According to Mr. Barnes, 2010′s box office is projected to fall less than 1% to $10.5 billion.  While that sum is enormous, reflecting nothing of the lives of anyone we know, proportionally, it doesn’t even amount tip money.  According to imdb, at least 70 percent of those top 30 titles from 2007 through 2010 were studio-made star vehicles with the “quality” ones, which emphasized story over pyrotechnics, amounting to maybe five or six out of that 30.  While a “quality” film experience, as with beauty or even intelligence, is in the eye of the beholder, here’s a go at critiquing the meat or soul of Barnes’ argument.

In 2007, according to imdb, those “quality” films were “Ratatouille,” “Juno,” “American Gangster.”  In 2008, those were “The Dark Knight,” “Quantum of Solace,” “Wall-E,” “Gran Torino,” “Slumdog Millionaire” and “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.” At best those amount to 20% of that year’s 30 best titles. From 2009, “Public Enemies,” “Inglorious Basterds,” and possibly “Avatar,” “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.”  That bodes no 2011 indie film boon, or at least neither a compulsion nor an impulsion toward it.  From 2010, you might concede that a few more from the top 30 emphasized “quality” than in prior years, with “Black Swan,” “The Fighter,” “The Town,” “True Grit” and “The King’s Speech.”  That’s the film-goer’s call.  Does this slightly taller list of substantial films show a trend, a reliable, strategic increase?!

Maybe that fact skipped Mr. Barnes’ mind as he considered the crevasse between insipid middle American appetites and the discriminating ones which typify indie film-lovers?  According to the Motion Picture Association of America in 2005, that audience accounts for about 15 percent.  Middle-of-the-road movies account for more than (this ain’t scientific) 3/4′s of the titles put out in wide release (2,000-plus screens).  He gives meager compelling or reliable reasons for us to buy his argument.  The main problem, and the mass cultural reality is that, just as money rules the world, or most of ours, Hollywood is itself a beacon of that.

Hollywood veered toward the new, original voices two generations ago, when Steven Spielberg and George Lucas were striving and toiling to establish themselves, around the time of 1973′s “American Graffiti.”  Theirs was the film school generation of 20th-Century film lore; Hollywood played with them, Martin Scorsese and several others, and kept those who made and kept making money.  But there after, they discovered and clutched the blockbuster.

The phenomenon was described pithily in a more than 10-year-old episode of “Law & Order,” that took place in Los Angeles.  The line is “we don’t make anything we haven’t seen before.”  It’s terrible and repulsive if you presumably want to be engaged in a cinema or film experience and not to just check-out as the French philosopher acknowledged before.  The meager if also middle-class sliver of society that subscribes to public radio is probably part of, if not the heart, the indie crowd.

Bottom-line is that his argument is silly without stronger reporting, compelling data and quotes that speak specifically to the situation.  Mr. Barnes’ essay is disappointing and lazy.  It matches the French verb “essayer’s” definition, which is “to try.”

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Haley Barbour and his ilk: why is the Southern Conservative boot drawn to its own mouth?

Just stepping away from cinema for the moment to consider politics, Southern politics.  Its persona and its rhetoric.  Mostly, what do they mean and bode for the masses?  Just asking.

Why do certain Southern Conservative politicians suffer from their typically Republican tribe’s brand of occasional, persistent foot-in-mouth syndrome?  During the last few days, the “Wall Street Journal” and surely other news sources of-record have shown Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour’s blind, well-intended opinion about how bad the civil rights ear wasn’t in his memory and experience.  Opinion writers from the “Washington Post” to its web partner “The Root,” have pounced into the fray, eager to refresh or reboot Mr. Barbour’s memory.

Why are some Southern Conservatives so prone to these gaffes?  Fmr. Sen. Majority Leader Trent Lott’s was a proud, potent figure until he sounded off about how Strom Thurmond’s failure as a Dixiecrat “doomed” the U.S. to its current lot.  Rand Paul too reminded many Americans of the heart of the GOP’s credo and its shrillest voices, when he spoke of the Civil Rights Act’s myriad vices.  They were neither the first, nor the last to mistake their creed for that of the masses, either of their states or those United.

Somehow many Americans keep waiting to exhale, waiting for an era when this won’t be common, but might seem comical.

Usually the turbulent portions of the South’s heritage, which clash with a Norman Rockwell nostalgia, are omitted from political talking points in order to fit a storybook sort of provincial memory of barbaric tumult.  That fits here.

Mr. Barbour, as with anyone, must decide his positions on vital topics, events and talking points and stick with them.  Martin King, Jr once opined, “if you’ve never angered someone in your life, then you’ve never stood for anything.”  If bigotry is a pillar of your credo, then that’s who you are.  If you don’t want to be known for having that heart, then you face an internal gauntlet.

The late Sen. Daniel Moynihan said, “We are each entitled to our own opinions, but not our own facts.”  It would’ve been splendid had Gov. Barbour not trod that sometimes still swolen cultural and factual boundary.  Facts becomes casualties when you’re convinced that your memory does double-duty as confirmed fact.  It’s foolish to judge memories, except now when they’re mistaken in this incendiary way.

I hesitate to compare Mr. Barbour’s posture to hate speech, because it wasn’t, but he treads a slick slope.  It reminds me of when CBS News’ “60-minutes” ran a segment some years ago with representatives of the new Klan; the group yearned and strove to present a modern, palatable face for their organization, but Steve Kroft saw the sickening, shameful paraphernalia (Think stereotypical cartoons from the 1920s and 30s.) that the Klansman was hiding.

Many Yankees see meager differences between the White Citizens’ Councils and the Ku Klux Klan: they each extolled and exploited different tools of terror to keep their majority.  For the Councils it was economic, a subtle even prescient approach.  For the Klan it was brawn and bullets.

Why do the masses allow it?  …Choosing to believe that, while ignorant, or without clear or confirmed malice, the Conservative South’s loudmouths’ fangs hold no venom?  This is a perplexing and persistent question.

If the reality wasn’t a still simmering crisis, we might poise ourselves to laugh.  Maybe we should have a new comic duo: Barbour & Steele.

Why do New York film critics, among others, lift “The Social Network” as 2010′s best?

Upon seeing this week’s headlines indicating that the Los Angeles and Toronto Film Critics Associations and the New York Film Critics Circle (NYFCC) had all lifted “The Social Network” as 2010′s best film, a question leaped to mind: what?!  That?!

Yes.  The masses typically highlight conventional, studio-produced films as “the best.”  Those films also typically have brawny budgets lifting their wings.

Jesse Eisenberg as Mark Zuckerberg in David Fincher's "The Social Network"

A different question, one of money and exposure or hype pops to mind as much as the incredulousness.  So which criteria did these groups use?  How much of the choice came down to the intensity of the promotion?  Was there some budget-based bias?

When a film critic hasn’t seen a film, and when he or she has scant if any interest, they’re a fool to write about it.  Hoards are preoccupied by and have latched onto Facebook, fascinated with its lifestyle utility.  People are hungry to see the backstory, particularly if that boasts dirt.

A vital question: why don’t the New York film critics, in that metropolis that hosts New York University’s film school (i.e., a storied training ground for indie film-makers: Martin Scorsese, Spike Lee, Oliver Stone, Jim Jarmusch, among other lesser icons), at least consider an independent movie, a phenomenal one?   The NYFCC is the one organization that stands out from its East Coast and Canadian peers by declaring, on the history page of his website, in part, to “…have consistently recognized, championed and defended films that may otherwise have been slighted by audiences and the entertainment industry.”  Neither the Toronto nor the Los Angeles groups’ websites distinguish themselves with that stance on behalf of film art.

But Metropolis’ film critics circle has stood up for a film that needs no one to stand for it.

Hmm.  What should a viewer make of that when the circle lauds a movie that suffered from no want for publicity?  That’s ironic.  It’s incongruent.  After you’ve lived long enough, you learn, accept or resign yourself to the fact that organizations don’t always walk their talk.  But it would be nice.

Out of a few engrossing independent stories, at least one stands out: “Winter’s Bone.” This isn’t a story many people have yet seen: a young resilient, perseverant woman must engage an odyssey in order to keep her family together, even while some of that family clash with her.

This story made its Minnesota premier this summer, around early June.  What an awesome treat. It’s a new, innovative story about a young woman whose strength is way beyond her years, beyond the call of family.  Also, “Winter’s Bone” was made by a woman.  As a feminist, the chronic, persistent want for strong, engrossing female characters is old and tired – just backwards.

People will say that independent movies are just less popular or less profitable than profit-oriented ones.  Reportedly according to Motion Picture Association of America’s numbers from early 2005, “approximately 15% of US domestic box office money came from independent films.”  2010′s Academy Awards broadcast had an average of about 41.3 million viewers over its more than three-hour-long program.

With the U.S. population at 310 million that stacks up to about 13% of America that watched the Oscars.  An equal percentage of film-lovers seem to attend commercial movies as attend independent ones.  Even if twice as many movie lovers attend movie theaters as watch the Oscars, that still connotes that commercial movies aren’t bludgeoning independent movies by the numbers.

Remembering a Black peace maker, Ralph Bunche, at the movies

Dec 10, 2010 marks 60 years since Ralph J. Bunche, Ph.D. became the first person of color to earn the Nobel Prize for Peace.  He a mid-20th-Century icon, whom many – far too many – people have forgotten.  He earned the Nobel Prize for his work in 1950 as the UN mediator who brought about the armistice between Israel and Egypt, Jordan, Syria and Lebanon, all Arab neighbor countries.  In Bunche’s era, as much of an institutional insider as he was the “ultimate model Negro,” he was also seen as an “international Uncle Tom.  An enigma.”  Except for the last item, Mr. Bunche was Sidney Poitier’s diplomatic contemporary.

If you wonder about Black diplomat characters in movies, Secretaries of State Colin L. Powell and Condoleezza Rice, from Oliver Stone’s 2008 film “W,” might pop to mind.  But Ralph Bunche probably won’t.  Most Americans probably presume that the other two were the first renowned peace-makers of color.

Ralph J. Bunche, Ph.D.

Mr. Bunche has been described in many more ways: Mr. UN.  Diplomat.  Scholar.  Professional optimist.  Nobel Laureate. Enigma.  African-American.  Peacemaker.  That final duo is the most remarkable here:  He was the UN’s first black undersecretary-general, and the first black person to earn a Ph.D. in political science from Harvard.

The dearth of educated, cool-headed, urbane characters of color is a part of a chronic stereotypes that plagues North America’s culture, psyche and attitude: the black thug, or black buck.  He is malevolent, barely educated and a committed criminal, often epitomized by at least one character in myriad “keepin’ it real” type homeboy movies, which had a zenith in the 1990s.  The black diplomat’s image smashes that stereotype nicely, showing a non-violent, goal-oriented alternative to quashing conflicts.  We just rarely consider these characters or their stories.

There are well-known films about Anglo diplomats, even though we rarely see those stories that way:

  • Fernando Meirelles’ 2005 film “The Constant Gardener,” adapted from John LeCarré’s novel, about a mid-level Foreign Service officer who investigates and scrutinizes his wife’s suspicious death across real and political borders.
  • Robert Harmon’s 2004 made-for-HBO film “IKE: Countdown to D-Day” recounts Gen. Dwight Eisenhower’s diplomatic feat in orchestrating the joint force Invasion of Normandy, Operation Overlord.
  • Stephen Frears’ 2006 joint European production “The Queen,” portrays the delicate diplomacy between both Queen Elizabeth II and Prime Minister Tony Blair as they dealt with Princess Diana’s death in 1997.  It’s a compelling window into the taciturn world of the Royals.

But when you want to consider brown, black and beige diplomats in movies, there are slim pickin’s.  Still there are some…engrossing, even atypical choices.

The $64-million question, “why are peacemakers of color, formal or not, rarely movie characters?” is best posed and considered away from here, amongst friends, over a meal.  These portrayals don’t simply matter – they’re vital, so that those youngsters of color, who are curious and engaged by questions that cost them their cool points, or their street cred, can see worlds beyond their neighborhoods.

Let’s consider the few, which you can embrace:

Sir Richard Attenborough’s 1982 film “Gandhi” recounts Mohandas K. Gandhi’s extraordinarily and exceptionally patient toil toward India’s independence from Britain’s tyranny.  Never

mind, that an Anglo actor, Ben Kingsley portrayed Mr. Gandhi… (shaking head – with vigor)  He became more than a diplomat, transcending that over more than two generation’s time, to personify a cause.

Spike Lee’s 1992 film “Malcolm X” recounts Malcolm Little’s equally exceptional transformation: he grew from a Zoot suited hipster, through a period of self-education and ill-informed zeal for Elijah Mohammed’s version Islam, to someone, who after an epiphany in Mecca on a Hajj, commits to conventional Islam.  After this, he acted as a peace maker.  The film nearly omits this final phase.

Pete Travis’ 2009 British-made film “Endgame” tells a nail-biting story about the African National Congress’ [ANC] Minister of Information, Thabo Mbeki’s, negotiations for Nelson Mandela’s release and toward majority rule in South Africa.

Coming to terms with a South African black majority

As we consider commercial movies, we must visit a difference sort, the documentary, if we want to watch a film about this anniversary man: William Greeves’ 2001 documentary about him for PBS, “Ralph Bunche: An American Odyssey,” makes the “Uncle Tom” and enigma questions clear, but also shows why Mr. Bunche deserves to be revered.

“Gandhi” begins with a surprise, Gandhi’s assassination.  This convention biopic about this simple man who became much more than simply a man is difficult to compare to the others.  The film’s style is very different from, maybe older than, the others.   The scenes in “Gandhi” seem to cycle through sequences: he speaks, he then observes the masses’ response and he leads another protest and the government responds.  This with increasing tension and peril.

Few people probably consider Malcolm X a diplomat or peace-maker, either in Lee’s epic film, or because of pop culture.  With the movie it’s easier to explain: it had to move at a break-neck pace.  Investing a mere three hours on a person, who’s formidable and potent legacy was four decades in the making, entails agonizing cuts in order to make a film that people will go to.  The film has a “History vs Hollywood” moment, as in the History Channel’s program, because Mr. Lee omits the diplomatic outreach that Mr. X did in the wake of his pilgrimage, and while he was in the Middle East and North Africa.

His fiery, volatile rhetoric fell on conservative Anglos’ ears like merciless blows, while he was never connected with violence (Ossie Davis referred to this in his eulogy), his passion, wit and candor made him seem like he was.

The most potent peace making comes at the mid-point.  And it boasts shock and awe: after a member of the Nation of Islam is injured while in police custody, Malcolm leads a march from that police station to a Harlem hospital, where he patiently deals with the police.  An NYPD captain [Peter Boyle] confronts him about a mass – what the captain calls a mob – of black Muslims and an angry, raucous bunch behind them.  Theirs is a professional, but brusque confrontation.  After Malcolm dismisses his men, the captain declares, “that’s too much power for one man to have!”  Ironic.

While the last 45-mins of “Malcolm X” takes place during and after the Hajj, all the peace making that Lee’s break-neck pace gives us was a news conference.  He candidly answers questions about bringing charges against the United States to the United Nations.

Thabo Mbeki sits among the minority, asking that his people not be treated as one

The negotiations in “Endgame” between Mr. Mbeki [Chiwetel Ejiofor] and Prof. Willie Esterhuyse [William Hurt] were scenes of suspense without pyrotechnics, other than rhetoric.  But that rhetoric held two people’s rights, freedoms and sources of pride at stake, or maybe for political ransom.  In reality, while the film emphasized Mbeki and Esterhuyse’s coming-together, it also suggests that two other supporting personalities were at least as potent as they were: Willem de Klerk, Pres. de Klerk’s brother, and Michael Young.

In a YouTube video Mr. Ejiofor describes, a minute into it, how the director, Mr. Meirelles, chose to exploit the political thriller genre in order to grab viewers to what might otherwise be a piece about talking heads.  This is a quiet and cerebral experience that demands viewers’ patience.

Even though there are three titles and three exceptional films that show brown and beige men as peace makers, the most recent one, and closest to feature-length, is also tells the most direct engrossing story of peace making work.  “Endgame” is that.  Far fewer people will sit down for a three-hour film experience.  Patience is a quickly evaporating trait.  But a political thriller that lets viewers peer through an oft-guarded window can win viewers.

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Was “Philadelphia” the last, best film on HIV/AIDS?

December 1st is World AIDS Awareness Day and, incidentally on the day after the Department of Defense released the “Don’t ask, Don’t tell” report.  Let’s consider HIV/AIDS on film, and how those movies help to calm people, and how they help rid us of futile, troublesome myths and misinformation.

AIDS is rarely an amusing topic of conversation: unless you know or love someone who has suffered or survived it, you rarely know many details – accurate ones anyway.  One of the first national TV news stories about the disease was on NBC in 1983.   Many people pick up their information from mass entertainment – TV and the movies, no matter the platform.  Several movies, from both Hollywood and independent realms, touch on the disease.  Some of those concentrate on it, and are good.  A few: great, indelible.

Awaiting an era of hope in their world...

There is “Longtime Companion,” from 1989, which portrays the beginning of the “gay cancer,” or “gay plague,” and the many discoveries and terrors that the New York’s homosexual and its broader communities would have to confront; “And the Band Played On,” from 1991 and made for HBO, which portrays broader battles – the medical and political – which politicians and activists waged in pursuit of a cure and compassion; and “Philadelphia,” from 1993, which addressed the battles over those rights, which the afflicted.

If you ask Jerry L. Hughes, the founder of the Twin Cities-based Hughes Foundation, for his opinion, he’ll say, “The only film that comes to mind,” which accurately reflects the disease and part of the life, “is ‘Philadelphia.’”  And, released in 1993 – just in time for Christmas (a ballsy choice), that’s outdated. Hughes’ foundation’s mission: “working to build a lifeline to individuals and families affected by HIV/AIDS in the India, Namibia Panama and United States.”  Continuing about the movie: “It emphasized a spirit of fear more than one of hope.  What we need more of is a spirit of hope.  That you can live a long, healthy life if you are detected early.”

  • The U.S. HIV/AIDS epidemic began in 1981 and continues to disproportionately affect minorities, men who have sex with men of all races, women and youth.
  • More than 1 million people in the U.S. currently are living with HIV/AIDS.
  • 21 percent of those infected with HIV are unaware of their infection.
  • more details…

With so much blindness of all sorts about the truths of the disease, and those who can and do live healthy lives, it’s morose that few movies tell a story that balances the disease’s trials and toils, while extolling on hope and health.  In Hughes’ opinion, “There’s nothing out there that really paints a positive story.”  Instead,  ”Make a good, glamorous, hip movie.”  One that shows everyday folks, whom you wouldn’t guess have HIV/AIDS, and for whom, aside from their pill cocktails, it might often be incidental.

Some scenes from the the best known films leave us comfortable and better informed:  In “Philadelphia,” Andrew Beckett [Tom Hanks] freaks Joe Miller [Denzel Washington] out…by merely shaking his hand.  Miller doesn’t know how to respond to his first contact with a man with AIDS/HIV.  As well-educated as he is (and as many of our friends are eager to believe they are) he bee-lines himself to his family doctor…just to be sure, and comfortable, to gather his breath and feelings.

And later, during his defense of Andrew, he confronts the taboo, the stigma and dogmas by assaulting his own witness with a litany of gay epithets in order to…  That’s the judge’s question.  Mr. Miller’s candid, pragmatic response is indelible:

In “And the Band Played On,” Dr. Don Francis [Matthew Modine] – who, while a vital name in the fight for a cure, is anonymous in pop culture – confront’s a political panel fraught with complex political, medical, legal and religious agendas which contradict one another.  Dr. Francis’ overriding concern: The Golden Rule.  He steals the scene at 3:27.

How many dead hemophiliacs do you need!?  How many people have to die for it to be cost-efficient for you people to do something about it…?!  Give us a number, so we won’t annoy you again..!!

While this highly dramatic scene grabs us, and Mr. Hughes agrees, it also bugs him.  “So many of the films focus on the bad: focus on the suffering, focus on the symptoms.  And the reality is that, if they’re treated early, get HIV and AIDS therapy, early on, you can live a long, normal, and healthy life. …It’s not a death sentence anymore,” he said.   Don’t forget the trial and toil, but also the regular life that they lead when caught early.

One obstacle in illustrating progress: few films with central HIV positive characters are in the mass entertainment.  It’s hard to identify a theatrical film from the 2000s.  There’ve been no new AIDS/HIV-oriented films since “Philadelphia,” at least none that were as well-publicized as it.

Hughes is hungry for a reality TV program that melds the format of MTV’s “Real World” and NBC’s “The Apprentice,” where “twelve people, from different religious groups, different races, half of whom are HIV positive,” the other half are not; neither they, nor the audience know who is and who isn’t.   The program’s will show a day in the life, with a weekly celebrity challenge.  That’s the “been-there, done that” side of the program.  “Through the relationships in the house,” Hughes said, “I’d like to see someone who’s Muslim get into a fight with blonde-haired, blue-eyes white girl from the Midwest who does have HIV.  Talk about how HIV is in India…  He also wants to see “someone who’s HIV-positive falls in love with someone who’s not.  You show the world the fears the world the fear that comes about – those of the disease, and of romantic rejection.

AIDS/HIV is rarely an easy, free conversation starter.  Maybe that’s why we await good movies about it.   …And what a wait..!  Is that insipid realm, reality TV, the best option out there to see calm, accurate images of an HIV-positive life?  Movies sure aren’t a be-all, end-all.

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