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My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done [2009]

Werner Herzog does David Lynch. Or maybe Lynch does Herzog. Either way, they're in bed together for MY SON, MY SON, WHAT HAVE YE DONE, the other half of Herzog's crazy coin after the recent BAD LIEUTENANT: PORT OF CALL NEW ORLEANS. Very loosely based on a real murder case in the late 1970s involving a deranged actor, a saber, his mother, and Sophocles' ELECTRA, MY SON has been described by Herzog as "a horror film without the blood, chainsaws and gore, but with a strange, anonymous fear creeping up in you."

Discussion among film nerds of course includes the Lynch factor. Who influenced whom? How much of it is Lynch? Does Herzog make knowing nods to Lynch because he's a producer or are the dwarf, eerie suburb, and Grace Zabriskie coincidental, organic parts of the project? And who really cares? To the play the auteurist card is one thing, but to wrap blanket statements around the film is to smother it before it has a chance to breathe.

Herzog is no more a stranger to surreal imagery than Lynch -- a boat in a tree in a AGUIRRE, the end of STROSZEK, the entirety of EVEN DWARFS STARTED SMALL, etc. But whereas Lynch's strangeness is more about mood and consciousness, Herzog often employs such imagery as a juxtaposition to a realistic context, imbuing it with an emotion or baroque meaning that might only be explained in Herzog's obtuse way. MY SON's meeting of the minds is less about who influenced what, but how each talent's bizzaro sensibility might be handled.

That said, so far MY SON, MY SON has been received coolly. The timing of BAD LIEUTENANT and inevitable comparisons may have something to do with that, but mixed reviews can also be a boon when headscratchers like Herzog and Lynch are involved. At the very least, it's a decent alternative to the season's holiday fluff and Oscar bait.

WHAT: MY SON, MY SON, WHAT HAVE YE DONE

WHEN: Friday, December 18, various times

WHERE: Downtown Independent, 251 S. Main Street, Los Angeles, CA

and IFC Center, 323 Sixth Avenue, New York, NY



A lot of specialized venues are closing for the holidays, but some interesting fare is still in order in Los Angeles:

  • The Egyptian Theatre is ripe with holiday films, including a double feature of DIE HARD 1 and 2 on December 20
  • On December 29, the Aero Theatre will screen LAWRENCE OF ARABIA in 70mm
  • December 22 at Cinefamily, cartoon historian Jerry Beck will present a night of the best and most bizarre holiday themed cartoons
  • On December 27, the Egyptian will screen VERTIGO in 70mm
  • Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice [1969]

    BOB & CAROL & TED & ALICE [Paul Mazursky/1969] trades its situational comedy on the touchy-feeliness of group therapy and the striving for openness and free love that came with the era. Although a bit of a time capsule now, it moves beyond the beads and good vibes to maintain a comedy of relationship manners that rings true.

    After a cathartic therapy retreat, Bob (Robert Culp) and Carol (Natalie Wood) focus on exploring a new openness in their relationship. This ranges from speaking openly and honestly to testing the waters with other partners, including friends Ted (Elliott Gould) and Alice (Dyan Cannon). All the while, there's a prevailing notion that love will keep the couples together. Mazursky, however, also seems to predict Joy Division's adage that love can tear them apart.

    These are folks who are too young to be square and too old to be hip, and that's really a drag, man. So enters the comedy with the overzealous approach Bob and Carol take to their mission. The dinner scene in which Carol presses for "feelings" about her dress, and Bob presses Ted for "feelings" about his hair, is emblematic of Mazursky's own feelings. First, Ted says it himself ("It's patently absurd"), but when he buttons the scene by "opening up" about Bob footing the bill, the joke is clear. Bob and Carol's impulses might be in the right place, but their execution could use some work.

    The script plays out like a theatrical performance, all set pieces and dialogue. It's talky both as a point of story and to a fault, but the result is an actorly style that lets a natural charisma like Gould's and an overlooked range like Wood's shine. This becomes all the more evident as the spouse-swapping scenario takes off like a Neil Simon play gone awry. Whether or not anyone thinks the ending is a "cop out" is beside the point, as Mazursky and his ensemble seem absolutely sure of themselves, even while buried in the neuroses of sexual revolution.

    BOB & CAROL & TED & ALICE closes out the Aero Theatre's Mazursky tribute this Friday with a double feature that includes HARRY AND TONTO [1974].

    WHAT: BOB & CAROL & TED & ALICE

    WHEN: Friday, November 20, 7:30 PM

    WHERE: Aero Theatre, 1328 Montana Avenue, Santa Monica, CA



    Also of interest in Los Angeles this week:

    The Exiles (1961)

    Specters of the past and future loom large in Kent MacKenzie's 1961 film THE EXILES. The past in question involves the U.S. government's appropriation of Native American land, forming of reservations, and flight to big cities generations later -- in this case, Los Angeles. The future ghost is of the film's predominant setting of Bunker Hill, a once vibrant and colorful community that was deemed a slum and razed, destroying Victorian mansions and displacing thousands of people. The treatment of Native Americans remains one of the U.S.'s great blunders, and so Bunker Hill remains one of the City of Angels'.

    Straddling the arguable line between neo-realism and documentary, THE EXILES concerns one night in the life of the city's small Native American community. Drinking, gambling, dancing, fighting, and the ill treatment of women abound as a melancholic way of getting by, and voiceover interviews with the non-actors provide the film's emotional core. The characters seem to exist as immigrants in the city, and in a way they are, but the sad irony is that their people still predate the ruling majority. It all culminates in a gathering of traditional song and dance held atop a hill overlooking the city, a last grab at a culture the exiles can't leave behind. So while the past and future may haunt the film, like so much neo-realism its present is concerned with people simply making it through the day.

    As Mary, Homer, Claudine and the gang stroll the steps up the hill and under the Angels Flight funicular railway, it becomes apparent that MacKenzie's portrayal of Bunker Hill is as great an ethnographic contribution as is his portrayal of its residents. This is not the Bunker Hill of film noir fantasy. Nor is it the old neighborhood of nineteenth century money or the current mélange of skyscrapers and Frank Gehry's foil ball architecture. By the late 1950s when THE EXILES was shot, Bunker Hill was already left for dead and on the radar for "redevelopment," an ill-defined project that incidentally continues to this day. Surely MacKenzie knew what he was doing. Perhaps one of the old neighborhood's last occurrences on film, the luscious black and white is archival proof that, as Thom Andersen says in LOS ANGELES PLAYS ITSELF, "there once was a city here," ignored then and missed now.

    Not released commercially at the time, THE EXILES now gets its due on Milestone's two-DVD package, which rightfully lifts the film into the pantheon of early American independent films like KILLER OF SHEEP and SHADOWS. Besides a gorgeous picture restored by the UCLA Film & Television Archive, the set offers numerous extras, the highlights of which include multiple commentaries and interviews by author Sherman Alexie, KILLER OF SHEEP filmmaker Charles Burnett, and critic Sean Axmaker; "Bunker Hill 1956," MacKenzie's short, humanist look at the neighborhood; "Bunker Hill: A Tale of Urban Removal," Greg Kimble's informative (if a bit snarky) short about the neighborhood's undoing; and clips from LOS ANGELES PLAYS ITSELF, which deserves some credit for generating interest in the restoration.

    The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971)

    Vincent Price was nothing if not a great sport. Although an actor of tremendous range and charisma, he never let ego keep him from campy projects that exploited his status as "horror guy," from his back-stabbing grin and impiously velvet tenor. The man simply reveled in the title role of THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES, a 1971 thriller that finds Price as a sort of Phantom of the Opera on acid who exacts revenge for his wife's death using the Biblical Plagues of Egypt as an instruction manual. It's a concept that would equal torture porn today, but in the hands of a cheeky Brit like Robert Fuest it plays and looks like Roger Corman's Poe adaptations -- or an episode of THE AVENGERS during its Emma Peel heyday, all fun and games and mod art deco with a Technicolor overcoat.

    Los Angeles' New Beverly Cinema, purveyor of grindhouse festivals and fine double features, one-ups themselves by programming THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES not with its lesser loved sequel, DR. PHIBES RISES AGAIN, but with THEATRE OF BLOOD, an equally deranged revenge vehicle starring Price (and Emma Peel herself, Diana Rigg) as a mediocre actor who hunts down his critics -- truly horrific.

    WHAT: THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES

    WHEN: Wednesday-Thursday, October 21-22, 7:30 PM

    WHERE: New Beverly Cinema, 7165 West Beverly Blvd., Los Angeles, CA



    Also of interest in Los Angeles this week:

    Night and Day (2008)

    Okay, Los Angeles, it's time to put up or shut up. This weekend, the recently revitalized Los Angeles County Museum of Art cinema program wraps up a two-week Hong Sang-soo series with four films by the director including the L.A. premiere of NIGHT AND DAY, about a painter navigating his way through Paris's Korean expat scene. (Information on the other three films is at LACMA's website.)

    Hong is most often compared to Eric Rohmer for his art house drama sensibilities and extended dialogue re: relationships; other names dropped in comparison include Ozu, Antoioni and even Buñuel. That's a heavy roster, but no matter your feelings the consensus is that Hong is a different type of South Korean filmmaker, one who eschews the country's recent genre-fueled blockbusteritus in exchange for films about the uncomfortable beauty of being human.

    The self-declared home of The Movies, Los Angeles also claims the largest Korean population in the country, so the arrival of NIGHT AND DAY (which already screened in New York, San Francisco and around the world) is a bit late. Nonetheless, it's a welcome chance for LACMA to draw significant crowds. For those with interests beyond the cinephilic, the series is presented in conjunction with the museum's current exhibit Your Bright Future: 12 Contemporary Artists from Korea.

    WHAT: NIGHT AND DAY

    WHEN: Saturday, September 19, 7:30 PM

    WHERE: LACMA's Bing Theater, 5905 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles, CA



    Also of interest in Los Angeles this week:




    The endangered weekend film program at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art has been resuscitated. As reported by the LA Times, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association and Time Warner Cable in association with Ovation TV have made matching $75,000 pledges to keep the program alive. Additionally, Time Warner and Ovation will spend more than $1.5 million to market the program locally and nationally. In response, the museum has officially decided to continue showing movies.

    The events leading up to this victory aren't a secret. A month of public recoil, including some heavy hitting names, combined with a terrific grassroots movement by Save Film at LACMA no doubt brought donors to the table. That's great, and we should all celebrate (by going to the movies at LACMA).

    But still, all this for $150,000? At a large museum in the biggest city in a huge state? How long before the film program falls back into the budget office's sights?

    The previously scheduled September 1 meeting between museum director Michael Govan and Save Film at LACMA reps will now focus on the future -- hopefully, how to avoid this kind of problem again. If I were more of a museum expert, I might have some advice to offer there. All I really have is the advice of a simple patron: Don't forsake the museum's mission statement at the expense of Los Angeles's favorite art form.

    THE BANK DICK

    THE BANK DICK (1940), like so many other W.C. Fields pictures, feels less like a movie and more like a waking dream experienced after a long night of drinking. As Egbert Sousé (accent grave on the e: "soo-SAY"), Fields plays Fields' immortalized persona, the henpecked drunkard and hater of children. The story is frail, a loosely connected series of scenes and collections of gags meant as a vehicle for Fields to do his thing. The barely discernible through-line involves Sousé mistakenly catching a crook, being awarded a job as a bank detective, briefly directing a movie shoot, engaging with a con man, and stumbling through ensuing hilarity. Somewhere in there is a scene where Sousé asks his bartender (Shemp Howard) if he spent a twenty-dollar bill last night. The point confirmed, Sousé is relieved: "I thought I lost it."

    Story and cinematic beauty aren't the point here. They rarely are in the comedies of that time that featured post-vaudeville performers. Fields, the Marx Brothers, Abbott and Costello: they're more about the personalities and reveling in a world lived through their warped views. And warped Fields was, his films best viewed through the bottom of a glass. Forget the breakneck back-and-forth of the classic Straight Man/Funny Man dynamic. Cherish instead Fields' distinctive timing, his sad (drunk) clown face and exasperated misanthropy, his hung over wincing at loud noises.

    On August 22, the UCLA Film & Television Archive presents THE BANK DICK on a double bill with Preston Sturges' HAIL THE CONQUERING HERO at the Billy Wilder Theater. It closes the appropriately titled series, "The Jaundiced Eye: Hollywood's Sidelong Glances at Human Nature."

    WHAT: THE BANK DICK

    WHEN: Saturday, August 22, 7:30 PM

    WHERE: Billy Wilder Theater,
    Hammer Museum, 10899 Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA



    Also of interest in Los Angeles this week:





    Photo: LACMA Research - 24 by zota

    Recently, controversy has stirred regarding the Los Angeles County Museum of Art's decision to cancel its film program, which has served local movie fans for 40 or so years. The outcry has been strong, and not only in the museum's hometown. Martin Scorsese spoke up with a public statement against the closing, and a noble online petition has garnered the virtual signatures of film critics the likes of Jonathan Rosenbaum, Dave Kehr, and Kent Jones among others. A recent announcement by museum director Michael Govan promises some big money donors to the cause plus a meeting with the grassroots group Save Film at LACMA, but the fight is not over. So it seems a perfect time indeed to reflect on the program itself, or at least its recent life, to understand LACMA's decision and the subsequent backlash.

    The museum's long history of programming runs several impressive spectra: classic to contemporary, Hollywood to international, mainstream to avant-garde. Over 15 years, my experiences there have included films as diverse as a double feature of John Woo Hong Kong films from the 1980s, HIGH NOON, and a rare screening of Harry Smith's HEAVEN AND EARTH MAGIC complete with a live, digital recreation of the original's color filters, painted glass slides and other projection tricks. But it doesn't end with revivals and retrospectives: Past programming at LACMA has included preview screenings and special events associated with the release of new movies, many of which turn out to be sold out events. The museum does share a major pitfall with many L.A. specialty cinemas -- one-time screenings -- which I believe is a contributor to its claim of diminishing attendance. And sure, the auditorium's acoustics leave something to be desired, but as a film-friendly museum it's still the closest thing L.A. has to compare to New York City's MoMA.

    Of course, LACMA is no MoMA in terms of backing, but location is a factor not to be ignored. As a museum located in the birthplace of popular motion pictures, LACMA has a responsibility to curate cinema for posterity, not just play the numbers game so popular with commercial exhibitors.

    Los Angeles County Museum of Art
    5905 Wilshire Blvd.
    Los Angeles, California
    http://www.lacma.org/

    THE MUPPET MOVIE & Jim Henson's Legacy

    Turning counterculture into family-friendly entertainment can't be easy, but Jim Henson always made it look that way. Turning 30 this year, THE MUPPET MOVIE might be its generation's greatest achievement in that nebulous genre of family entertainment -- the kind of stuff that makes the kids happy but has enough inside jokes to keep adults involved. Henson and company were at their subversive best here, making the crossover into a big Muppet feature by playing Kermit and the gang as nobodies looking to make it big in Hollywood. The self-reflexivity and broken fourth wall only begins there, and that's before numerous cameos and a prescient Bollywood joke.

    As Dr. Teeth says, THE MUPPET MOVIE is "a narrative of very heavy-duty proportion." It's also a road movie that owes a lot to screwball comedies of the Preston Sturges variety, introduces and weaves the missing mythology of how the Muppets met, and ends on a genuine, happy hippie note that is a kind of Henson hallmark. Children's programming and animated fare often try making a similar leap to the big screen, but most just end up jumping the shark, soon to be lost. (They should've tried Hare Krishna.)

    It was only a matter of time until Henson got his due not only as a beloved entertainer but as an inspired artist as well. In November 2004, BAM Rose Cinemas honored Henson's legacy by screening a boffo series of commercials, features, rare clips, and short films such as the Academy Award-nominated "Time Piece." Following that, in Los Angeles the Cinefamily at the Silent Movie Theatre programmed a similar show that sold out three times over, with extra shows being added the same night because the prints had to be returned the next day. Add that to the legacy: Henson broke attendance records at one of L.A.'s most original independent cinemas.

    Cinefamily has dedicated every Friday and Saturday of July to Henson films and ephemera, including a redux of the Jim Henson Legacy program to which it owes so much. This weekend marks the series' zenith with a Saturday matinee program called "The Art of Puppetry and Storytelling," which focuses on the art and craft of the puppeteer (an all too endangered species now). Later that night, THE MUPPET MOVIE screens as part of 30th anniversary celebration at Cinespia at Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

    WHAT: THE MUPPET MOVIE

    WHEN: Saturday, July 25, 8:30 PM

    WHERE: Hollywood Forever Cemetery Screenings,
    6000 Santa Monica Boulevard (at Gower), Los Angeles, CA



    Also of interest in Los Angeles this week:


    DRAG ME TO HELL [2009]
    A sort of revenge story on self-serving loan officers, DRAG ME TO HELL does its best to mine the fear in contemporary societal woes. But is this really Sam Raimi's return to schlock and camp? Yes and no, unfortunately. Raimi is undoubtedly a master of the formal construction of cinema, so the movie and story flow nicely. The production value is far below summer blockbuster level without flaunting it, and the shocks err on the side of funny. All of which is great, but a truly great Raimi movie also needs a Bruce Campbell. That's not to say Campbell himself but a Campbell-esque character, a jutting chin in spirit. Despite being a talented actress, Alison Lohman plays things a little too straight for their own good, begging the comparison to what Ash might do if he had a demonic old woman's forearm down his throat. To complicate matters, the usually funny Justin Long writhes onscreen, possibly aching to break out of the stiff boyfriend role and brandish a chainsaw with a wink. Now that would be a third act twist!