BEER

Benjamin
Franklin said, “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be
happy.”  You probably know this already, and may know the famous
advertising line for Guinness Stout — “Guinness Is Good For
You.”  In fact it is — incredibly good for you.  A moderate
daily intake of beer has long been known to reduce stress and the risk
of heart attack but there are ingredients in beer that work many other
wonders besides lowering cholesterol, including reducing the risk of
cancer and cognitive decline (drink beer, stay smart forever!) and fighting off viruses.  Beer also increases the
metabolism of protein, which is useful if the consumption of beer
causes you to neglect regular meals.  (Hey, it can happen.)

And you thought your love of beer was based purely on moral
depravity.  Not so, my friend!  Far from it!  A beer belly is the unmistakable sign of
a lifelong commitment to personal health.

Some anthropologists believe that grain was first cultivated by the human race not as a food source but
for fermentation into beer — bread was a happy by-product of the
activity.  (The figures above are ancient Egyptians making beer.)  This would mean that the entire advance of human
civilization, which was founded on the cultivation of grain, proceeds
from the desire to toss back some suds.  The next time you're
enjoying a Bach Cantata or a play by Shakespeare or the sculptures of
the Parthenon, raise a glass to the good old boys and girls of 10,000 B. C., who got the party going . . .

. . . and cheers!

CINEMA AND BELIEF

The second in a series of essays in honor of André Bazin.

The
one thing that defines the world of dreams, the spaces and the places,
the people and the creatures and the objects we find there, is that we
experience them as “real” — as having the substance and coherence of
the physical world we inhabit when awake.

It is only upon reflection after we awake that we realize how “unreal”
the dream world was we just experienced.  We met the dead there,
perhaps, still alive, we discovered a new wing of the house we had not
known existed, we jumped and sprang twenty feet into the air.

We remake the waking world in our dreams in order to press it into the
service of emotional needs, but those needs would not be served if we
couldn't believe in the reality of the dream world.  We may for
example feel, psychologically, in our waking life as though we are
being pursued by demons — activating primal fears of pursuit by
animals or persons intent on doing us harm.  But we cannot see
those demons, which is disorienting.  In dreams we give the demons
shapes, the shapes of real creatures, and thus ground ourselves in the
familiar.  Of course we feel terrified by those tigers chasing us
through dream streets — they're tigers,
for God's sake, with claws and fangs.  So much more reassuring,
paradoxically, than the unseen, undefined forces in waking life that
seem to be dogging our heels, bent on devouring us.

In dreams we reconcile the complexities of psychology with the
simplicities of the physical world.  Dreams are a kind of
rear-guard action against advanced ratiocination, which takes us into
realms we cannot always comprehend fully or navigate.

This is not entirely a retrogressive process, since dreams re-orient us
towards the dynamics of the physical world, even if those dynamics as
they operate in dreams are not precisely aligned with the dynamics of
the physical world.  There is a twofold consolation, a twofold
wisdom, in imagining psychological fears as physical threats within the
precinct of dreams.  We
are, first, reminded that we live in a world of physical threats,
against which we must take precautions — emotional distress does not
obviate the need to avoid stepping in front of moving cars.  At
the same time we
encourage ourselves to believe that psychological fears can be dealt
with as physical threats are dealt with — by fight or flight.

André Bazin believed that the “ontology of cinema” was rooted in the
absolute connection between the photographic image and its subject — a
connection similar to the connection between a death mask and the face
of a corpse, or a footprint and the foot that left it.  This may
be an inescapable quality of the traditional still photograph, but the
source of the enchantment of cinema lies elsewhere — which is why
hand-drawn or computer-generated animation can be just as cinematic as
a photographically-based movie.

As long as a movie constructs a substantial and coherent alternate
reality it has the power to express and manipulate our emotions. 
As long as it delivers the illusion of a world that is convincingly
real while we are inside it
a
film can mimic the process of dreaming.  Cinema is not about, or
not only about, the mummification of reality — it is about the
translation of psychology into the realm of oneiric reality, and the
essential quality of oneiric reality is that it feels absolutely real.



Jean Renoir said that he saw Erich Von Stroheim's Foolish Wives at least ten times and that it was
the film which inspired him to dedicate his life to filmmaking.  Renoir
said it impressed him with “the possibility of creating
within a film a world that might differ greatly from reality but still
would be experienced as having a wholeness and coherence like that of
the world we live in.”  What else is Renoir describing but the world of dreams?

ORSON WELLES ON RADIO

There
is simply no end to the wonders of the web.  One I recently
discovered is a web site which hosts many of the radio plays Orson
Welles created before Hollywood scooped him up.  These are
brilliant and extremely entertaining productions in which Welles
experimented with the aural effects he later applied to his movie
soundtracks.

Though they have a patina of “artiness”, and are often adaptations of
famous works of literature, the shows are aimed at a popular audience
— they blend the ambitions of Welles' innovative stage productions
with the lessons he learned as an actor on commercial radio.  The result is popular art of a very high order.

On the site you can download many of the featured shows in MP3 format and listen
to all of them in streaming audio.  Check it out here:


The Mercury Theater On the Air

. . . and thank Kim Scarborough, who created the online archive, for a signal service to our culture.

ESSAY IN HONOR OF ANDRE BAZIN: WORD AND IMAGE

Follow
this link to an essay on the place of popular visual art in the
intellectual culture of the modern age — the first in a series of essays
dedicated to the great film theoretician André Bazin.  I couldn't
find appropriate images to illustrate this essay and in any case it's
too long and serious to be a regular web log post, but some might find
it interesting . . .

JOHN ADAMS

I commend to all my fellow citizens of this republic David McCullough's wonderful biography John Adams. 
(That's Adams, bald and slightly pot-bellied, standing in the exact
center of John Trumbull's painting of the signing of the Declaration Of
Independence, above.)  Erudite and sagacious the book is also
compulsively readable, magically evoking the physical world of the 18th
and early 19th Centuries but also bringing the men of the Revolutionary
era to vivid life.

The founders of the United States Of America were certainly the
God-damnedest collection of characters who ever collaborated on a great
enterprise.  They seem mysteriously modern, perhaps because they
remain so recognizably American
— frank, down-to-earth, open-minded, industrious, optimistic . . . also pig-headed, venal and hypocritical 
There were scoundrels and rakes among them, men of faith and skeptics,
simple farmers and grand seigneurs — but they were all so unaccountably radical in their devotion to the ideas (if not always to the practical realities) of liberty and equality, of self-government.

And they were brave.  All the men above seen signing the
Declaration, many of them men of great wealth and position, would have
been hung as traitors by the English if their improbable revolution had
failed.  They don't seem to have had the slightest doubt that it
was a risk worth taking, and merely joked about the jeopardy — as
Franklin did when he said, “We must hang together or hang separately.”

It can't really be explained, except as a result of something that had
evolved over many generations in the experience of living in the new
world, habits of self-reliance and independence which the Founding
Fathers explicated and guided but did not invent.  Adams himself
knew this.  “The Revolution,” he wrote, “was in the minds and
hearts of the people.”

Adams may have been the oddest of all the “indispensable men” of that
time — neither a soldier nor a politician of any particular skill, not
a great writer or thinker but possessed of an orderly mind and endless
energy, he had a personal independence of thought and an an
incorruptible integrity which made him the go-to guy in any crisis.

It was Adams who ensured the appointment of George Washington as
commander in chief of the Continental Army, Adams who procured loans
from the Dutch to keep the government afloat in the early days of the
Confederation, Adams who, in drafting the Constitution of the
Commonwealth Of Massachusetts, created a key model for the American
Constitution.

And it was Adams who served as America's first ambassador to the Court of St. James, received with honor as the representative of a new and independent nation by the same king who had once hoped to hang him.

The whole tale is surreal, unbelievable, but one loves Adams because he
didn't see it that way.  He seems always to have believed that the
seeds of liberty, once planted in good soil, would bear fruit — just
as the seeds he sowed on his Massachusetts farm brought forth peas and
corn.  At the end he was proud of what he had done for his
country, but he was just as proud of his farm.

Adams became President of course, for one term, after serving as George
Washington's Vice-President for two terms.  He lost his bid for
reelection to his then arch-rival Thomas Jefferson, and became the
first President to hand over the reigns of power unwillingly, convinced
that Jefferson would ruin the new nation before it could fairly get
going.  He groused about it, then jumped into a public stagecoach
and rode home, back to his farm, his peas and his corn.  He bowed
to the will of the people without further complaint.

In that moment, the American experiment justified itself to itself and to the whole world.

Perhaps the strangest thing about looking at these old
revolutionaries today is that they always seem to be staring right back at us, at the American future we
now inhabit.  In their regard there's hardly more than a trace of
self-satisfaction in what they accomplised, not a lot of sentiment, and
more than a little impatience.  “We started this business well enough,” they seem to
be saying, “now get on with it.”

[I read the biography as a prelude to watching HBO's upcoming
mini-series taken from it, starring Paul Giamatti as Adams.  This
strikes me as a brilliant piece of casting, Giamatti having a knack for
conveying the kind of adorable peevishness which many people observed
as a characteristic trait of Adams.  The series will  premiere on March 16.]

IDIOT WIND

As
every political junkie must know by now, Texas had a two-step system
for choosing delegates to the Democratic Convention this August — a
primary in which about two-thirds of the delegates would be selected
and a caucus in which about a third of the delegates would be selected.

Only the results of the primary voting were known in the wee hours of 5
March — Hillary Clinton won in that voting, by a three-percent
margin.  The cable news services, anxious to put a period to the
day's events, reported that Clinton had “won Texas”, and this has become
the story out of Texas, Clinton's “Texas victory” one aspect of her
“comeback”.

But with about 40% of the caucus votes tabulated it is clear that Obama
will win the caucus by a substantial margin and that he will gain about
six delegates overall from the Texas election.  By any measure, he
will win Texas, because he will win more delegates there.

Don't expect the corporate media to tell you this, or to make anything
of it.  The “Texas story” is set in stone now — Obama's victory
in Texas, when it becomes official, will just be a footnote.

The pundits of cable news are clowns, parroting the predictions of
fallible polls and dutifully reporting whatever spin the respective
camps decide to put out, without making the slightest effort to
evaluate the reliability of the press releases or media conference
calls.  They will justify themselves by saying that they're just
reporting on “the perception” that Clinton won Texas, even though they
created that perception by irresponsible reporting.

They're riding the idiot wind.

WOODEN PINHOLE CAMERA

My friend Jae Song is selling a pinhole camera in a customized wooden casing online here.  It's awesomely beautiful and cheap, considering that the casing is handmade.

Jae, a brilliant cinematographer and expert on digital photography, writes this about the pinhole camera:



The thing I love about the pinhole camera is that it slows me down.
Because of the long exposures, the camera needs to be placed down at a
stable place and left alone for awhile. In this world of instantaneous
gratification, it makes me wait. And while I wait, it makes me really
look and see. I also like the fact there is no viewfinder, no lens to
set focus nor aperture to adjust. It’s just me and time. I am forced to
use my instincts. It brings back the thrill of mystery and wonder and
surprise when the film comes back from the lab.



Jae also sells hand-made kites in hand-made wooden boxes and hand-drawn
cards with pressed flowers — you can see all of his hand-made stuff here.

STREETFIGHTING?

Hillary
Clinton says that Barack Obama is not a secret Muslim “as far as I
know.”  It's good to see she's keeping an open mind on the
subject, unwilling to come to any definite conclusion until all the
facts are in.  That's the sort of nuanced judgment one likes to
see in an elected official.

Another inspiring thing about Hillary Clinton is that while Barack Obama talks a lot about hope Hillary is running a campaign grounded
in hope — the hope that she can cut a backroom deal with Super
Delegates to override the will of the voters in the Democratic primaries and caucuses.  That should make
the streets of Denver an interesting place to be this August when the Democratic Convention assembles there.

In a box somewhere I have the headband with a peace sign on it I wore
when I got tear-gassed in front of the White House
protesting Nixon's invasion of Cambodia and the Kent State killings in
1970.  (At the time I was trying to overturn one of the buses
lined up end-to-end around the executive mansion to keep me and a few thousand of my closest friends
from knocking down the wrought-iron fence around the White
House.)  To me the headband is like a campaign ribbon — a symbol of one of
the only signal services I ever did my country.

Am I going to have to pull that headband out again, Hillary? 
Am I going to have to totter through the streets of Denver like an old
Confederate veteran re-enacting Pickett's Charge at Gettysburg forty
years after the guns fell silent?  It won't be a pretty picture,
Hill — but I'm ready.

AN N. C. WYETH FOR TODAY

The above is an illustration by N. C. Wyeth for the book Legends Of Charlemagne
N. C. Wyeth, the father of Andrew, was the greatest of American book
illustrators and one of the greatest of American painters.  His
influence on cinema, especially the work of John Ford, cannot be
overestimated.

[The image is courtesy of the ASIFA-Hollywood Animation Archive, one of the most delightful sites on the Internet.]

WORD AND IMAGE

The first in a series of essays in honor of André Bazin.

Nothing
is so inaccessible to mainstream intellectual thought as popular
art.  Popular art derives much of its glamor from the sense that
it is new, at one with its time — to see its roots in the past is to
disenchant it.  At the same time, its very currency, the
perception that it is wholly of the present, robs it of value, brands
it as transient.  Add to this the modernist notion that art with
mass appeal is fatally compromised by commercialism and you have a recipe for
confining popular art to an intellectual ghetto.  It can be
studied as a sociological or political subject, as a stepchild of high art or as
amusing, suggestive ephemera, but it cannot be examined on it own terms.

The modern academy, and the critical traditions associated with it, may
sometimes attempt to examine popular art as an aesthetic and historical phenomenon
but the standards for such an examination are shabby — they would not
be tolerated by any other academic discipline.

The proof of this, I think, can be seen in the fact that we have no
critical language for discussing the unique visual methods of
movies.  The standard critical concepts for discussing movies are borrowed
from literature or painting.  The unique methods of cinema must be
suggested impressionistically or simply avoided.  In their
critical study of the films of King Vidor, Raymond Durgnat and Scott Simmon state
honestly that they have made no attempt to analyze Vidor's visual
methods, feeling that it's impossible to do so apart from the physical
presence of the films.

Of course it's easier to critique a work of art, especially a work of
visual or plastic art, in the physical presence of the work, but that
is not to say that critics have nothing useful to say about painting or
sculpture or dance — that their physical effects cannot be evoked and
discussed in words.

André Bazin took an heroic first step towards creating a critical
language for analyzing the plastic phenomena of film images but it has
never led to a general system of terms and concepts.

By the same token, there has been no systematic examination of the
aesthetic roots of cinematic technique, except insofar as these were based in the
literature of the novel or the stage.  There has been no
comprehensive investigation of the history and aesthetic of the comic
strip, though the comic strip has been with us since the beginning of
the 19th Century, and no comprehensive investigation of the history and aesthetic of Victorian academic
painting — that is to say, painting in the age of photography. 
Yet the comic strip and Victorian academic painting were far greater
influences on movies, on the aesthetic methods of movies, than the
literature of the Victorian stage, from which movies are customarily seen to have derived.

Intellectual fashion and a territorial segregation of word and image in
the academy have left the crucial arts of our time unexamined.  On
the whole this may be a good thing, since art that is unexamined in
this sense tends to be more innovative and vital than art which feels
itself accountable to an intellectual and academic authority.

Still, we should recognize the state of things for what it is.  We have no substantive intellectual access to and are discouraged from engaging intellectually (in any truly rigorous way) with the most vital and innovative arts of the past century and of our own time.

EL CID

Finally . . . this extraordinary film is available on DVD, in a wonderful edition with lots of extras from The Miriam Collection, a new home video division of Miramax.

El Cid might be be the best of
all the widescreen epics.  It's visual style is bold, elegant and
often stunning, with none of the process photography that dates so
many big films from this era.  The narrative has tremendous momentum
and the melodrama is stark and wrenching, very adult for an epic,
inflected with a mature kind of eroticism.

Its tale of conflict between Christian and Moor in medieval Spain has
troubling resonances today, though the film makes an effort to
distinguish between humane and fanatical Muslims and to posit the idea
of an alliance between Christians and Muslims of goodwill.

The action sequences, stage by second unit director Yakima Canutt, who essentially directed the chariot race episode in Ben Hur,
are gripping and the choreography of the armies on the move and in
battle is both elegant and stirring.  No amount of computer
genius could ever dispose CGI soldiers and armies in virtual space this
beautifully and convincingly.

As a kid on the edge of puberty I had my first recognizably sexual
feelings while watching Sophia Loren in El Cid — she's a
breathtaking incarnation of the Eternal Feminine, with a power beyond
rational challenge.  Heston does what he does best — hold his own
plausibly against backdrops (and, in the case of Loren, bosoms) of epic
size.

The film has a dark, macabre undertone but is still wildly entertaining, and a great work of art and craft in the bargain.