May 4, 2005

Bright Lights. 48 + 6.

Bright Lights How could Bright Lights Film Journal possibly outdo itself? Take it away, Gary Morris: "Not content with publishing one issue, we've also added the entire contents of the Douglas Sirk print issue of Bright Lights from the halcyon winter of 1977-78." What's more, "we've also added two associate editors to the roster, BL regulars Megan Ratner and Robert Keser. They join Alan Vanneman in this exalted status." Before sampling the "köstliches Festmahl" of the new issue, then, back to 1977, when Gary Morris wrote, "This is our first issue dedicated to a single director. Douglas Sirk was the logical choice."

The floor is then yielded to Andrew Sarris. What's appealing about this piece is the immediate and open admission to his early prejudices against Sirk before he came around to appreciating that "oblique art of mirrors and windows and compassionate contemplation." He doesn't say exactly when that happened, but in 1977, he's still defending that appreciation. In other words, the critical establishment was still playing by strict rules in the States, whereas much earlier in Europe, as Sarris notes, "there sprung up in a new generation of film critics a desire to analyze films stylistically rather than thematically." Just as a point of reference, though, Fassbinder, who had a hand in a Sirk retrospective back in 1971, had by this point already managed to marry melodrama and (relatively) radical politics.

There's Always Tomorrow It's Jean-Loup Bourget who clarifies several of the questions raised by Sarris's piece by starting over and tracing the various intertwining strands of critical reception before staking out his own position: "To a large extent, the artist is a medium, not a demiurge." In short, Sirk's a-okay. In a second piece, Bourget notes the difficulty of sorting through what in his films is "personal" and what is simply part and parcel of the assignment.

"Sarris must be given credit for calling attention to Sirk at all and for suggesting that his films are best apprehended by seeking a dialectic between the subject matter and the director's execution," acknowledges Stephen Handzo; at the same time, he's got a bone to pick with Sarris over his definition of "hilarity."

Robert E Smith guides us along a slow, downward spiral as love fades from Sirk's oeuvre. Jeanine Basinger considers the "re-interpretation of romantic myths" in There's Always Tomorrow and All I Desire.

Clips of comments from screenwriter George Zuckerman and producer Albert Zugsmith make for a nice bridge to the big payoff, Jane and Michael Stern's long talks with Sirk himself.

Departing Switzerland, we crossfade to the new issue, and personally, I was drawn right away to Stephen M Glaister's attempt to rehabilitate the reputation of AI. Good on Glaister: "AI emerges as coherently engaged with complex and decidedly unschmaltzy ideas and arguments, making it, in all likelihood, the most explicitly philosophical mainstream film since 2001." That might be overstating the case, but the film has been so unjustifiably maligned, a little pendulum-swinging is excusable, especially when conducted in the spirit that allows for a bit like this: "Before moving on to our AI primer, some rules of the game for this essay: Save the Spielbricking for later..."

Because Gary Morris's regular feature, "Little Stabs of Happiness (and Horror)," a collection of brief reviews, always pulls up the tail end of the TOC of each issue, I usually mention it last, too; that hardly seems fair.

Another regular feature: "Distribute This!" Tom Sutpen makes the case for Allen Baron's Blast of Silence. And the "revival room," you'll find Paul Brand on Powell and Pressburger's A Matter of Life and Death.

Articles:

Bright Lights

  • Alan Vanneman: "One suspects that Fred Astaire was almost as grateful for Easter Parade in 1948 as we are today." Also: "Writers for [Have Gun, Will Travel] projected all their fantasies on Paladin: he was a man who had been everywhere and done everything, the fastest gun in the West, to be sure, but with an eye for bone china, an ear for Mozart, and a wardrobe to die for."

  • Sutpen: Over 40 years on, The Servant "remains a far more subtle, less baldly allegorical work than critics and some audiences first surmised." Also: "Portrait of Jason, for those like me who weren't around back in '67 for the halcyon days of the New American Cinema, is a black-and-white, 16mm, 105-minute film wherein a bespectacled, aging African-American hustler, looking dapper in a white shirt and blue blazer, rehearses his life, times, ambitions, and philosophies of livin' before a single camera that does its best to keep up with him and often succeeds quite beautifully..."

  • Subtitles on, subtitles off. Boris Trbic considers various ways of reading a film in a language other than your own.

  • Jane Fonda's crowning achievement? Klute, argues Dan Callahan: "The performance is an agony and an exorcism; every scene is a tour-de-force, filled with discomforting rawness and danger."

Festivals: Megan Ratner finds that, "Overall, this Berlinale felt transitional, with Asia the source of the most provocative and original work." And looking back on the 3rd Chicago International Documentary Film Festival, Robert Keser wonders, "What's driving this renaissance?" Of the doc, that is. Also, the 8th European Union Film Festival is where Keser caught Resnais's Not on the Lips, "a confection from the dessert trolley, sweet with generosity for his characters who accept each others' foibles until they finally sort themselves out into three couples, and flawlessly paced until all misunderstandings resolve in harmony."

Reviews:

Dinner at Eight



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