Really Smart and Accurate Review about bad filmmaking re "A Single Man" - by Timothy Brayton

From: http://antagonie.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-awful-things-have-their-own.html
29 December 2009
SOMETIMES AWFUL THINGS HAVE THEIR OWN BEAUTY

I have a mental list of the professions that do and do not turn out good film directors. Screenwriters? Less often than you'd think. Music video directors? About half the time. Editors? Rarely happens, but they're usually pretty good. Producers? Surprisingly, yes. Actors? Good directors of performance, yes; of the camera, almost never. Effects artists? Absolutely not, not even Stan Winston. Cinematographers? Hell no. Every single film or short I've seen directed by a former cinematographer has been a maddening self-indulgent mess of style and absurd lighting trickery, save for the work of one man. I don't mean to say terrible things against cinematographers, but maybe it's because their job is all about the look of things, and they can too easily lose sight of all the other things that a director is responsible for. In this respect, they remind me of the newest addition to my list of careers that positively do not prepare one for the challenges of helming a feature length motion picture, the fashion designer.

I do not know positively one way or the other if anyone prior to Tom Ford has made precisely that entirely un-intuitive jump from one industry to another, but I hope not: because Ford's debut film, A Single Man, is exactly the worst case scenario of what pops into your head when you hear the phrase "movie directed by a men's fashion designer and gay icon". It is visually devouring, so extremely fussed-over and precise and classy and utterly arid that it chokes the life out of you - it is the experience of being suffocated by a velvet cloth soaked in Grand Marnier, and as the last threads of life exit your body, you get at last a clear view of your murderer, and he is a statuesque teenage androgyne with immaculately tousled shoulder-length hair that he effortlessly flicks out of his steel-blue eyes as he watches your death spasms with studied indifference. It is a film resolutely concerned with its visual surface, and by God, that surface is put together with the utmost care: every lingering, desaturated shot and deliberately framed, empty-space heavy composition, and every grainy, abstract insert shot has the thudding intensity of Purpose; more often than not a Purpose that Ford stole from better filmmakers, but if mere thievery were A Single Man's only crime, I really don't suppose I'd have anything mean to say against it.

Ford, unfortunately, steals indiscriminately and without understanding what he does; and so his film is crammed to the stuffing point with visual notions that are all individually striking (I hesitate to use the word "beautiful"), and completely and utterly incoherent when you start lining them all up together; to say nothing of how excruciatingly fatiguing it is to watch this much Visual Art getting thrown at your face over the course of 99 minutes. I do not like the word "pretentious", and I like even less to use it as an insult, but A Single Man is a phenomenally pretentious movie, in the way that only a debut film can ever be. Ford is like a very well-traveled film student who knows the films he wants to emulate, but doesn't know any better way to that than by crudely emulating shots and ideas, letting his film strangle in the process.

Exhibit A: for most of the movie, our protagonist is very sullen and depressed, and to show this, everything is extremely desaturated, almost to Clint Eastwood/Tom Stern levels of desaturation. Sometimes, he will remember a pleasant moment or something nice will happen to him, like having a pretty boy smile at him, and then the saturation will ratchet right up, past "normal" and right into "prostitute's makeup". This is already a fairly obvious and boring way to visual represent emotion, but the fact that the extremes are so, well, extreme is enough to make "obvious and boring" into "intensely aggravating". And I have not even mentioned: though usually, this saturation change happens at cuts, occasionally the shot itself will just suddenly start fading up with ungainly, over-hot colors, like there was somebody was twisting a knob back and forth. But the only knob here is Tom Ford.

Exhibit B: the grain. What about the grain? Exactly. A Single Man is a surpassing grainy movie, enough so that if you have walked through life without ever thinking about film grain, it would take but this one film to set you right. And I have absolutely no idea why it's there, unless it's some vague concept that film grain is artsier than otherwise.

At any rate, Ford doubtlessly did not go to film school and therefore did not get to work all of this crap out of his system when he was 18, so perhaps he will have learned something and his next feature won't look like somebody tried and failed to cross-breed Wong Kar-Wai and Rainer Werner Fassbinder. ...

A Quote re China I Agree With Based on My Experience.

“China is like an adolescent who took too many steroids,” said Liu Kang, a professor of Chinese studies at Duke University.
“It has suddenly become big, but it finds it hard to coordinate and
control its body. To the West, it can look like a monster.”

from: "China Hunts for Art Treasures in U.S. Museums"

By ANDREW JACOBS
New York Times

Published: December 16, 2009

Cmas Tree Three

James Cameron on Hollywood Handshakes

...Those who seek to explain Cameron's irascibility and thin-skinnedness point – as he does himself – to his working-class background and ingrained suspicion of the way the movie industry operates. "I try to live with honour," he says, "even if it costs me millions of dollars and takes a long time. It's very unusual in Hollywood. Few people are trustworthy: a handshake means nothing to them. They feel they are required to keep an agreement with you only if you are successful."...

From Wired Magazine - 2009

Cmas Tree Two

AVATAR

I just saw 'Avatar' last night at an advance screening. I believe I agreed not to write about the film. However, I believe Fox will forgive the below.

'Avatar', in my opinion, is one of the three greatest films ever made. I will not attempt to describe why here. Or anywhere. While watching the film ('experiencing' is a better word-choice) I thought that a great poem cannot be described except by another poem. 'Avatar' is such a poem. It would take another to adequately describe it.

I will say that I was reminded of my first, childhood viewing of "The Wizard of Oz" which was overwhelming. That is 'Avatar'. In fact, at one point I almost left the theater, I found the experience (visual and emotional) too much for one viewing. But I soldiered on and was glad I did. To see it in two parts would have diminished it.

It is also a highly spiritual film, and I recalled how 'Star Wars' (with its invention of the 'Force') came to redefine the religious experience one could occasionally have in a motion picture ("2001" brings this to mind as well, as, indeed, "The Wizard of Oz").

Some will not have this exchange with the film. (See Rottentomatoes where the rating is 91% currently - not 100%) but for those who do, you will, perhaps, bless James Cameron and his creative team, as I did, for this utter gift to humanity.

Day One

This will be my blog diary. I've rarely had a diary although have often pondered one. I've also often wished I had started one as a child. I believe such a thing would be psychologically helpful in times of need - in other words, seeing our growth over time might reveal a future pattern.
Anyway, here is my blog and diary entry for today. Day one.