Tuesday 31 January 2017

Object #60 - Shower-head - Lost in Translation (2003)

Dir. Sofia Coppola



Love blooms due to circumstance. You might think that's harsh, but it's true. Think of the love of your life, if you have one, and ask yourself - where did you meet? Say you work at a hospital and that's where you met your soul-mate, a doctor working in the cardiovascular clinic - isn't that massively lucky, that the perfect person for you worked two-flights down some stairs? We all know deep down (or not so deep down, it depends on your outlook on love and relationships) that 'soul-mates' and 'true-love' are all bullshit, but it's our way of expressing and romanticizing our profound love for that special someone. Tim Minchin's If I Didn't Have You sums this up completely, and what I love about that comic piano piece is the affection it has for this stupid biochemical process we call love. 

Lost in Translation has love bloom between two people, but only because of their meeting at a particular place - a physical place in the world, Tokyo, and respective places in life's journey. Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson) has come along with her husband, John (Giovanni Ribisi) and spends her time mostly in a hotel room and tentatively exploring the foreign culture of Japan. Bob Harris (Bill Murray) is an American actor who is cashing in on his career fame to film a Japanese whiskey commercial. Both Charlotte and Bob are married, and both are disillusioned about the entire process, despite their differences in age. Bob remains married out of obligation, and for more than anything out of a desire to see his children grow and prosper, with his acting being a means of funding this prosperity. Charlotte is younger, just out of college and while this life-style should be glamorous, the wife of a jet-setting celebrity photographer (admittedly, a fairly low-rent one), it isn't what she desires, and in all honesty, she doesn't know what she desires.


Early in the film, Coppola front-loads images of Bob as physically out of step with this foreign country. He looms over the naturally shorter Japanese population, and is routinely bowed at to his own discomfort as it's clear he both doesn't know how to respond, but also doesn't feel he deserves to be bowed to. In one of the best scenes, he is instructed by the Japanese director (Yutaka Tadokoro) on how to perform the whiskey advert. The director speaks for a good thirty seconds a pop, and yet the interpreter (Kei Takyo) only relays the simplest of commands, and it is clear that something is being (*title drop alert*) lost in translation. The object for this entry is symbolic of this profound displacement that Bob and Charlotte feel. It's simple in the scene, Bob goes to shower, and the shower-head is set far too low, and even with adjustment he has to stoop to wash his hair. The very location is not made for someone like Bob.

Yet, it is only in Tokyo, and only at this point in both their lives that Bob and Charlotte could connect. If they met in a similar situation in America it just wouldn't be the same, as the very place they inhabit seems to call to both of them, they want to break free in this brief respite from the 'real' world that is their lives, and dive into something new. Of course, this is always more fun with someone new. Harris is played to absolute perfection by Murray, and it's his best role, written specifically for him by Coppola and quite rightly so as he seems to be Bob Harris in every moment he is on screen. They say the secret of acting is reacting, well here Harris, and ergo Murray, is constantly reacting to the very location, with wry humour-as-defense-mechanism and a sense of loneliness. 


Charlotte reacts to people, her husband who loves out of obligation, and who clearly wants to spend time with film-star and old acquaintance, Kelly (Anna Faris). There is never an air of affair here, to the film's benefit, it is simply a desire by John to suck-up to the 'glamour' associated with his job, despite Kelly being vapid and pure Hollywood. What I love about Coppola is that she's never overly critical of any one of these characters, we understand that John and Charlotte are simply mismatched for example. There's a moment I'm profoundly glad for late in the film where Kelly is seen performing karaoke at the lounge-bar of the hotel, a location central to the meeting of Bob and Charlotte, and the vapid dinner scenes Charlotte had to endure where Kelly bangs-on about diets and other things inane. Kelly performs karaoke to an uninterested bar, in a language they won't understand, and what we feel is pity. This 'great' actress is just as out of place as Bob and Charlotte, and just as alone, and it's Bob and Charlotte who've found something greater than a career high/low-light on a press tour, as Kelly is experiencing.


Bob and Charlotte explore Tokyo together - going to karaoke bars with the locals, bars with friends, even a visit to a hospital and as the nights go on, the two feel what can only be described as love towards one another. There is no lust, no passionate love-making, but something all-together deeper, a connection of soul only achievable in that particular place. Charlotte likely knows of Harris as an actor, but it is never brought up, and there's no imbalance in power roles, despite perhaps the wisdom of age. The closest thing to an 'imbalance' is in fact their height, and at one point as Charlotte helps Bob put a t-shirt on, he comments "You're too small" to which the reply is "You're too tall". They are two people who should not bond, should not click, and should not really have met, but opposites, even in something simple as height, attract. The two know that their connection comes with a time-limit, as the two will return to their respective wife/husband and carry on, whatever that may bring. 

The famous final scene leaves the final words of their relationship to the viewer's interpretation, but we know that the two will separate, and yet it is only by this separation that their relationship has any poignancy, indeed, it's likely Charlotte only approached Bob as she could assume that both he and she would not be here forever. Their relationship began as it ends, a transient thing, but one that the two will never forget (is that what he whispers in her ear?), and one that I believe gives both a passion to find true love that's sustainable. For Bob it's likely his children, but for Charlotte, it's hopefully another man, and it's thanks to this relationship that she will realize what has been missing from her relationship - true love.  

Friday 27 January 2017

Object #59 - Telephones - When Harry Met Sally (1989)

Dir. Rob Reiner



Communication is key to a good relationship. In our 2017 always-online, always close-to-hand smartphone world, the notion of being unable to communicate with the one you love is a foreign idea. The extreme to which you text/snapchat/whatsapp/call your loved one is unique to each relationship. I've known couples who had an almost constant stream of messages being sent between each other, and I've also known couples who only contact each other once or twice a day. Every relationship is different, and yet each technological iteration (even something as simple as a 'Seen at ___' notification) brings with them their own subtleties and subtext. Technology which aids communication always loses the power of face-to-face communication - a phone call doesn't allow you to see the subtlety of body language and facial expression; a text message has no tone of voice (well, that's debatable to an extent but again - subtleties of the medium); a video call appears face-to-face but dampens that spark that physical closeness brings. All these technologies are ghosts of the real-thing.

All that considered, the beauty of the (first) telephone scene in When Harry Met Sally is that the intimacy of watching a film in bed with your loved one is almost not lost at all, despite the two communicating entirely via hard-phone. Both Harry (Billy Crystal) and Sally (Meg Ryan) are apart physically, and both watch Casablanca together on a TV channel. The film pre-dates smartphones, and other early tech such as e-mail are not utilised as communicative aids in the relationship - screenwriter Nora Ephron would later explore this in depth with You've Got Mail, but here, it's a simpler time.




Rob Reiner, a tremendously versatile director of genre has had many successes, including Misery, Stand By Me, and This is Spinal Tap, among others. What I find refreshing about Reiner is that his direction is almost never what we've come to consider as 'outstanding' from our viewing of other, bolder films. He has no virtuoso camera-pans, no ten-minute long-shots, but what he does have is a fine control of camera placement and a hard-to-define knowledge of what makes a good film. A relatively simple editing trick is used in the scene, as we see Harry in bed on the left, and Sally on the right. There is a clear divide between the environments of the two - different bed-sheets, lighting conditions, and wallpaper and yet by placing these two camera angles next to each other we see Harry and Sally in bed, not separately, but together.

Harry and Sally are not in a relationship in this scene, in fact, they are never in a conventional relationship throughout most of the film. In their first meeting, Harry conveys his belief that women and men can never be of equal standing in friendship as a man is always thinking of sleeping with the woman, and so to remain friends (as they meet years later) they never consummate the relationship, remaining open and honest friends - discussing dates, the divide of men/women, and everything and anything. They are a source of comfort to each other in a world of misunderstanding between the sexes, and in this scene it's a phonecall before bed, sharing the brilliance of that most romantic of films - Casablanca.

The shot behind the two places their two heads right next to each other, as if they are embracing like lovers in a relationship do - and so Reiner is quite obviously drawing attention to the love that the two share despite being so far apart from one another. The telephones are the communicative line between the two. and just as in real life, it allows Harry to be that little more frank about Sally's 'high-maintenance' qualities. It isn't criticism intended to harm, it's truth, and one Sally responds to matter of factly: "Well I just want it the way I want it". That ever-elusive movie-magic rears its head here again; maybe it's something to do with the pairing of the scene with that classic of romance, Casablanca, that gives this scene something special - it's a wonderful encapsulation of what makes this film shine - Meg Ryan, Billy Crystal, Nora Ephron, and Rob Reiner.


Reiner one-ups himself later in the film, as he translates to the screen the four-way conversation between Harry, Sally, and respective close-friends Jess (Bruno Kirby), and Marie (Carrie Fisher). Harry and Sally have slept with each other for the first time and both regret breaking the unspoken rule, and confide in their friends. What makes the scene so funny is that Jess and Marie are in bed together, and each is the close friend of either Harry or Sally, so the conversations, which echo each other like a synchronised dance, could easily be swapped and would lose none of the meaning. 
Jess and Marie only met when a double-date intended to set Jess up with Sally, and Harry with Marie, was inverted, as Jess and Marie hit it off big-time, and Harry and Sally continually failed to see that they are the ones who are perfect for each other. 

It calls back to the earlier telephone scene and visually, with Jess and Marie separating the two, it is clear that that earlier connection between Harry and Sally has been broken. And yet, the conversations are so similar that even in separation the two are clearly perfect for one another as they deal with it in the same way. At one point Harry and Sally even cotton on to the fact that a similar conversation is happening in the background. The best bit of the scene for me is the moment Jess and Marie simultaneously offer a chat over breakfast at their place to deal with their issues, and the two turn to each other willing each other with their eyes to cancel that plan lest Harry and Sally both turn-up - it's hilarious comic timing.


The closest we get to the 'ghosting' of modern technology is by seeing how Harry's attempts to re-connect with Sally are ignored, with only the 'welcome' of an answering machine. Telephones then can be used as tools to ignore communication just as much as tools of communication, and by having these scenes in the film we see how Harry truly wants to reconnect with Sally. Again, Harry is able to say things here that he wouldn't be able to otherwise, even face-to-face, as the answering machine is not just an obstacle to talking to Sally, but a means of letting her hear his point of view. In the end, the two settle their differences face-to-face, and romance blooms. It's an interesting and 'modern' integration of technology with the classic romance film tropes by Ephron, who via two people (and sometimes four) talking, plays to her strengths - killer dialogue, brought faithfully, and robustly to screen by Reiner and the two wonderful leads. 

Thursday 26 January 2017

Object #58 - Spinning Table - The Circus (1928)

Dir. Charlie Chaplin


After the opening pickpocket sequence of The Circus, we see The Tramp (Charlie Chaplin) flee his pursuers into the middle of a circus show. The Tramp falls onto a spinning table being used in the show, and in his care-free way, he continues to run, getting nowhere as the circular table continuously rotates. The policeman jumps on to give chase, and the two run on the spot - the pursued and the pursuer, captured in live motion. The circus audience laughs and laughs and laughs, it's the funniest thing they've seen in the show so far. 

Viewing the film, you're struck by how much of a true clown Chaplin really is. This short sequence symbolises it for me, as we see Chaplin, here at the height of his stardom, creating a film in which early in we see him running on the spot for an audience's amusement. Is it personal commentary? Does Chaplin feel that this is his career - running in circles for laughs? But surely for a clown such as he, this is what he lives for? And is there a better symbol for cinema adapting the circus conventions than a moving image of what is, essentially, a literal moving image of the pursuer and the pursued?  

As the film develops it's clear that Chaplin understood the resonance of setting his latest comedy at a circus. It's a deeply personal film, and in a time of personal strife (Chaplin had divorced his second wife, experienced the death of his mother, and suffered studio strife such as a fire burning down the set) for Chaplin, his choice to bear his soul and craft not only a superb comedy is secondary to his elevation and commentary on the nature of comedy and its relationship to film.


Take for example, the central conceit of the story - that The Tramp is only funny when he isn't trying to be. When he attempts comedy he fails miserably, failing even to perform the 'standards' of clown comedy - but crucially, it is in his failure that he is funny, as he misinterprets situations, sabotages routines with clumsiness, and generally suffers the bad-will of Lady Luck. But as a filmmaker it is plainly obvious that each 'failure' of comedy he performs is carefully staged.

A fine example of this comes midway through the film where The Tramp is tasked with helping set up the magician's act, but in doing so he spoils the secrets of the entire act - as the trick table he brings on opens to reveal bunny rabbits, birds, and inflatable balloons. Chaplin makes a mockery of the pre-cinematic comedy staples of magic shows and clown routines, but in doing so adapts them in arguably a better fashion to the screen. His physical comedy routines are not a far cry from clown comedy, but the fake parlour-trick magic as shown in circuses and to children is replaced here by that ever elusive and hard-to-define concept of 'movie magic'.

Each scene of the film is movie magic. The Tramp is arguably, the image of the silent era, and whether this 'magic' comes from that cultural history, or the actual artistry of Chaplin's film-making, or a hybrid of the two, is irrelevant, as what appears on screen is nonetheless magical. The two key sequences of the film - the lion-cage and the tightrope are cinema classics for good reason, but they also display Chaplin's daring nature. It's clear that the lion is drugged or sedated to be safe, and the shots only contain both Chaplin and the lion together briefly, but nonetheless, Chaplin put his life on the line and crafted a scene where he would be threatened both in character and in reality, by possible death-by-lion.


The tightrope sequence does not have Chaplin himself in nearly as much physical danger, as due to ingenuous camera work The Tramp appears far higher, and in more danger, than Chaplin was in reality. Again however, we see Chaplin suffer for his craft, as monkeys crawl all over him - and as we all know you can't control wild animals very well. He has to kick off his trousers while balancing on the rope, keeping the pole balanced, and ignoring the monkeys - all the while acting his socks (or should I say trousers) off! Even 'simple' tricks such as performing hand-stands on the tightrope are evidence of Chaplin being a superb classic clown and performer, let alone a cinematic one.

The Tramp becomes egotistical as he realises his value to the show, and demands a pay rise and fair compensation for his colleague and love interest (Merna Kennedy). He becomes very relaxed in the nature of the show, goading the donkey that chases him every time, and generally acting very snobby to the 'supporters'. It isn't until he takes up the role of the tightrope walker to impress the Ring-master's step-daughter does he feel in danger again. If this isn't a commentary on Chaplin's career at this point then I don't know what is. The tightrope sequence is the product of a man pushing himself not only physically but artistically to put himself on display and create something never-before-seen in cinema, not even in his previous cinema output, which themselves are classics in their own right.

With the coming of sound, here we have a Chaplin who fears that his time has passed - best shown in The Tramp's solitary figure at the close of the film - as the circus moves on, leaving the silent-era film-star alone, in the past. This is the last hurrah of Chaplin's silent output by design, but it would not be his last, as the superb City Lights (which I've previously explored) was to come, and we know that Chaplin performed one last masterpiece in the sound era - the great, and ever more timely, The Great Dictator. However, as glad as I am for those films, it would have been an outstanding bit of poetry if this was Chaplin's final film, as he would have gone out on one of the greatest autobiographical films of all time.

    

Saturday 7 January 2017

Object #57 - Hammers - Pink Floyd: The Wall (1982)

Dir. Alan Parker



Pink Floyd: The Wall manages the not-so-easy feat of adaption from one medium to another. Even more impressive is that it adapts a concept album, a bold and not often undertaken sub-genre of music, and manages not only to retain the spirit of the album itself, but enhances it. The film has gone on to become cult, but it would be cynical to pin this longstanding following and appreciation as only an extension of association with the Pink Floyd album of the same name. Obviously the two are inseparable, and yet, the film seems to have taken precedent over the album itself. It's impossible to discuss The Wall in person, or find discussions online, without someone using the film as a support for their interpretation, or at the very least as a complementary addition to their take on the subject matter. 

Take www.thewallanalysis.com, the first and most popular link if you search for an analysis of the album (and trust me, to a first time listener, it's inevitable) - it discusses both the album and the film synonymously, and in doing so suggests to anyone who visits the site, that listening to the album alone will not give you all the answers you seek. You can, and indeed should, analyse the album as a distinct entity, but if you want to see the big-screen, Floyd (or more accurately Waters) approved and produced interpretation, then the film needs to be seen. Yes, death of the author is a thing, but the beauty comes here in the contributions of director Alan Parker, who it seems to me brings his own twist into the realization of the music to screen (alongside animator Gerald Scarfe).


You can't build a wall without tools, and hammers are the tools that shape rocker Pink's (Bob Geldof ; Kevin McKeon) wall. The eponymous Wall, simply put, is a mental barrier that Pink has formed due to pivotal events, people, and concepts experienced throughout not only his life, but those of the generation before him. The entire film is a dive into the subconscious of Pink, and in it we find domineering mothers, absent fathers, abusive teachers who value order and obedience above free thought and expression, soldiers, and (in one interpretation) fascist fantasies. Each of these weave their way throughout the album, but what the film achieves by the addition of image and editing, is a more effective translation of the turmoil of Pink's mind. 

Take for example the famous Another Brick in The Wall sequence, where young school-children are conveyor-belted into a meat grinder, masked to appear grotesque and uniform. The overt parallel here is that these same children will fight and die in the meat-grinder of future wars - just as obedient as soldiers as they are schoolchildren. The stern teachers akin to a drill instructor - commanding, harsh, and dismissive of individuality, such as young Pink's poems. The song is powerful and conveys these themes alone, but that meat grinder adds so so much, linking it to mechanization, hearkening back to Victorian child-exploitation in factories, and to the future, where technology transforms our world. The film is worth creation for that sequence alone.



Some criticize the film for being too repetitive in the display of what formed Pink's Wall, but even if I agree a little, it's simple to defend this choice - by repeating the same images and concepts (such as the faceless masks re-occuring at Pink's fascist rally-cum-rock show) over and over and in different permutations, we feel what Pink feels. Anyone who has some self-loathing, and lets be honest who doesn't in some form or another, knows that it isn't one thing but multiple things at once, usually lying under the surface. The death of Pink's father is the core of his shattered soul - soldiers are a fixation of his, as he views them on television, has 'flash-backs' to child-hood where he seeks his father among returning soldiers, and as mentioned the parallels of the school-kids and the fascist followers of Pink himself. 

I'm going to have to focus this on hammers specifically or you'll be reading for hours, this is the nature of this film, one thing leads to another and despite the short run-time it is packed with things to analyse and discuss, to the point where I'd circularly discuss everything eventually. Hammers appear in Pink's visions of the world-war battlefield, as they link barbed wire across a beach - the wire itself a defensive wall designed to harm those who try and enter, which ties to the final track of the album Outside The Wall, the culmination of the story where we finally get a glimpse at the outsiders circling Pink and where the message of the film is brought home: "It's not easy banging your heart against some bugger's wall". 


The goose-stepping hammers are another iconic image from the film, genius in artistic expression, as they simultaneously: i) convey the destructive nature of war via anthropomorphism
 ii) Use a building tool as symbols of destruction, something that is inherent in the hammer itself as a real-world tool.
and iii) Are a visual endpoint of Pink's lashing out and reformation as a fascist in response to the weight of his Wall. The tool that built the wall is now used in the spirit of the Wall - to cause suffering and pain.
The In The Flesh sequence is laden with the hammer imagery, from the symbol of Pink's fascist regime emblazoned on his followers' and his own uniform, on banners on the walls, on the t-shirts of his choir, and is used as a cross-armed salute, a symbolic gesture of the values of this regime - strength, unity, and destructive creation of a new order - one where queers, coons, weed-heads, and people with spots are all ostracized.

This is Waters' finest moment as far as I'm concerned. He turns his experience with spitting on fans in god-like power on stage during Pink Floyd tours, to brutally hammer (haha) home the horrific end-point that this wall of pain causes Pink - he becomes a parallel of the dictator responsible for World War II, and ergo the death of his father, and thus the origin of all his pain. History will repeat if the wall is not broken, no matter the effectiveness of this rock-star-come-Fuhrer's regime on the country itself - we see older men and women close their curtains on the fascists, dampening their effect as hallmarks of true change, but tell that to the woman raped in the car, and the foreigners pulled from the homes as their property is destroyed.


 Actually, I say foreigners, what I really mean is non-white people. We assume they are foreigners, as clearly Pink's followers do, as all they see is skin colour as grounds to harm and discriminate. We don't know if the family shown have lived in Britain (and make no mistake it is Britain, even if it isn't named) for a few years, or for generations. In a beautiful display of attention to detail, Parker has in the final scene of the film, a young black girl move milk bottles into an overturned milk container, as white boys move rubble to a toy construction truck, and pour the alcohol out of a molotov cocktail. By including the black girl Parker conveys that everyone suffered in the Blitz (as the imagery calls back to), no matter the skin colour, thus undermining the beliefs that Pink's followers act on, and that the shared wish to return to pre-WW2 innocence by performing acts of racism is entirely misjudged. I mean this is obvious, but tell that to 2016 Britain who seemed to value thinly-veiled racist/intolerant insularity over acceptance and diversity. [Ed. I could go further on this but I'll leave it to you to watch that In The Flesh/Run Like Hell/Waiting For The Worms sequence and tell me you don't see the horrific endpoint of British nationalism.] 

The factory setting of the Another Brick In The Wall sequence also has an undercurrent of construction and hammers, as the rules and lessons of the teachers are hammered into the children. The teachers hammer the children with canes, believing that pain is the almighty teacher, even though we are informed that this is truly a sick perversion to get back at their domineering wives, who in turn control them - shown in animation as a fat naked puppeteer, controlling the teacher to hit the children. The end message is quite simply that pain is cyclical - as one generation harms another - directly here in the education system, and indirectly via their absence (Pink's father), the pain will create bricks in a wall that will form the basis for a new lashing out of pain via facism - construction and destruction in one handy tool. 

By breaking the wall, Pink is set free, and one interpretation suggests that the opener In The Flesh? (note the question mark) is told from the point of view of a Pink who warns his concert-going adoring fans of the danger of their fanaticism. The euphoria of the music will lead them, Pied Piper-like to their doom, ideologically and physically as they will die in conflict like the solider of old, leaving new trauma for future generation, hammers to build new walls. The final image of the film - the boy pouring the alcohol out of a molotov cocktail suggests that peace comes only in the ruins of the wall - we have to tear down our walls and move on.