Before I go back to North Africa and it’s cultured people for brief respite from the Irish; I must mention
A radio personality in Ireland (or by way of explanation to my foreign readers the equivalent of a little fish in a small pond) e-mailed to berate me for not knowing some minutiae of ‘movie’ lore.
I had told him that the last time I paid to view a film President Carter was in the White House. I remarked that ‘movie stars’ don’t watch movies unless it is in their contract. Or to be publicised with their latest stand-in date. They wouldn’t independently choose to sit with their fans (perceived as stupid or deluded) in any lighted room, never mind a darkened theatre.
Hollywood is Corporate Central Pop Mind Control.
Comcast and General Electric have NBC, the History Channel, A&E, the Biography Channel, Bravo, USA Network, SyFy, Oxygen, Chiller, Hallmark, Sundance, Telemundo, Universal Television and Universal Studios.
Time Warner have CNN, HBO, Cinemax, Cartoon Network, TNT, TBS, Turner Classic Movies,Warner Bros.
Walt Disney Company has ABC. It’s production companies include Touchstone, Miramax, and Marvel Studios. News Corp. owns Fox, FX, National Geographic
CBS Corp has Showtime, CBS Television Studios, and The Movie Channel.
Viacom has Paramount, MTV, Nickelodeon, and United International Pictures.
To be charitable, there were fine Hollywood products once.
Double Indemnity, Sunset Boulevard, Citizen Kane, Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, On the Waterfront, Wuthering Heights, Singing’ in the Rain, Some Like It Hot, All About Eve, The African Queen, The General, The Grapes of Wrath, The Maltese Falcon, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, High Noon, To Kill a Mockingbird, North by Northwest, West Side Story, Rear Window, The Birth of a Nation, A Streetcar Named Desire, From Here to Eternity, All Quiet on the Western Front, The Third Man, Rebel Without a Cause, Vertigo, Stagecoach, The Manchurian Candidate, An American in Paris, The Gold Rush, City Lights, Modern Times, Duck Soup, A Night at the Opera, Mutiny on the Bounty, 12 Angry Men, A Place in the Sun, The Apartment, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, Yankee Doodle Dandy, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, The Bridge on the River Kwai,
In the Heat of the Night, and The Pawnbroker Steiger’s performance,
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf Burton+Taylor love/ hate relationship
Lawrence of Arabia 1962 Scale+Cinematography
Dr. Strangelove 1964 Thermo-nuclear groundbreaking humour
Bonnie and Clyde 1967 raw
A Space Odyssey 1968 for Kubrick. Who needs a G.Lucas artoon a decade later. I’ve never seen nor wish to see Star W!
The French Connection 1971, Hackman . Decades later I flew over Poughkeepsie . I never picked my toes Popeye!
The Last Picture Show 1971 Loss!
A Clockwork Orange 1971 nasty!
The Godfather 1972 The Godfather Part II 1974 Francis Ford C
Chinatown 1974 Polanski’s atmosphere
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest- Milos Foreman, 1975
American Graffiti 1975 End of era
Nashville 1975 Biting
Taxi Driver brooding
I am not immune to influence. I have partially adopted the omnipresent technique.
photo credit to Orion; Time Warner; and Warner Bros pictures, just to be on the safe side here.
Woody’s device of blue-screen with old newsreel footage was masterful. A full decade before digital and long before mockumentary became popular such as with the excellent Spinal Tap from Rob Reiner.
More old American cinema?
Close Encounters of the Third Kind 1977
Cimino’s The Deer Hunter 1979.
Coppola’s Apocalypse Now 1979 I viewed it for the nth time in Buffalo NY. The only American produced film which prompted me to buy the ‘boxed version’. It was on sale by the way!
Raging Bull 1980
Tootsie 1982 Adaptable Hoffman.
Sophie’s Choice 1982 Streep before she lost her acting cred.
JFK+Platoon 1986 Oliver Stone’s integrity.
Goodfellas 1990 Scorsese on form.
Dances with Wolves 1990, The lost culture and landscape!
Midnight Cowboy 1969 Music score, and two central performances. Look for Hoffman’s reputed off the cuff line ‘I’m walking here” to irate cabbie on a NY street.
Fame and Integrity hardly ever share a taxi!
I was returning from a stint in Europe and while at Heuston station, I became aware of an approaching presence. I looked up and noticed Mirian O’Callaghan and one other. With little Dolby distortion I heard the blonde say to her friend or PA.
“the production was so cheap”.
This was a feed-line that I couldn’t resist.
I reacted from the temple of my soul…..
“Madam, all your productions are cheap.”
The matriarchal blonde swiveled on her heels and retorted.
“well-Thaoink you for dat!
I whispered “You’re almost welcome,
Ok! I missed the K. It was a ‘THIN’ thing. Yet it somehow filled the other criteria.
Mercifully I wasn’t likely to receive Mir’s trademark wink, which with false eyelashes bears all the allure of a minor stroke. She is however what they call in her business, a trooper. Maybe she can be drafted to a war somewhere.
More Media pleb pop bits n bobs
Someone called Simon Cowell (the Svengali of desperate times ) insulted another misguided if not deluded star seeking victim. He remarked “the last time I heard a noise like that, I had sat on my cat”.
If only the object of his scorn had replied “that’s the nearest you’ll ever get to a pussy”
More Media O’ Crity
I can’t lower myself down far enough to write the following name in capitals.
or spawn of Satin, will never get his expressed wish to be one with Kristen Scott Thomas.
For starters, she can speak English; and several languages besides . She has dated intellectual men and was married to a French gynaecologist. She would surely not be keen to lower her standards further.
She being human would tire of the glazed eyes, fixated grin, and hearing ‘shure shure’ for repartee and linguistic fillers “if you will”, or “I would have thought” and other glibness from a child. Kristen has had enough issues with depression to withstand this!
Satins child whose cloven feet splurged forth from the murky depths of politics, law, and MC showbiz–ought to forget dreams of Kirsten and settle for pap photo-ops with Aoibhinn. Poor girl. What does a physics graduate think she is achieving here by the way? Fame? In Oirland? Seriously?
Satin’s child has ticked the boxes thoroughly. Expensive enjoyable education courtesy of the less privileged tax-payer. 16 years later, a degree in Roman and Greek History. Wow! For a Doctor’s son that brings underachieving to a new level . It’s not like he was a drug fuelled lothario in college.
His eyes were on the prize
Feet in; make coffee, find a mare, get an heir; woops a girl. Get fashionably separated; brown-nose career crawl; find a Rose child; cosy the paparazzi; stay in the picture. Nothing controversial nor interesting mind you! Just extra light entertainment brought to you by Benecol.
Still you’d expect someone with a remedial level degree in History to know a little about the Renaissance during a conversation with ex-MP Anne Widdlecombe . He didn’t. He said so! Wow!
Cerebral Pat, and provocative Gerbil faced Gaybo held some cards of discernible talent. Satin’s child who coyly hinted at remote UK royalty isn’t even a straight flush. He’s a 2-6 offsuit.
More Circus anyone?
Just because one team miss two goal chances; before scoring a late goal-does not make it a virtual 3-nil victory.
post hoc ergo propter hoc is apparently not in the sport commentators book.
While I’m here……commentators (professional) never call a result. Final moments of a match ” Two minutes to go-Blue team is 4 nil down. Can they come back?”
No! They *******can’t! Bill, Peter, Jim, Dara, Gary, Tom Dick and Dopey or other superfluity of voices should have the guts to say so! That of course might influence the target audience to switch off or over. Ah ha!
I remember when media bosses introduced pundit panels. It was the 1970 World Cup. Brian Moore, Derek Duggan, Brian Clough, Malcolm Allison admittedly gave a new dimension to the broadcast. All now are dead! Crerand is still around as is the TV format in a diluted mess of vapidity. Old hacks and old players moving from an easy bench to a cosy seat. All sitting on the fence!
Wow! Pele is confused. He is searching ‘water polo 1970’ on Google!
The other GAA voice by the way, Michael O (the dead one) never said one word without saying 100 meaningless ones with it. As are his replacement ‘mouths’ today!
I leave you for now with my thought for today 26/1/2013
Some of us, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful.
We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything