The Players
Norman Lear, who passed away on Tuesday at the age of 101, was a veteran of the Second World War who wrote screenplays for a few moderately successful films before he reinvented the American sitcom with All in the Family. Shot before a live audience and set primarily in the living room of a modest home in Queens, the show pit Archie Bunker (Carroll O’Connor), a bigoted blue-collar worker and frequent malapropist, against Michael Stivic (Rob Reiner), the hippie husband of Gloria (Sally Struthers), the only child of Archie and his flighty wife, Edith (Jean Stapleton).
- The New Yorker is running two terrific pieces on actors and acting. Isaac Butler, the author of The Method: How the Twentieth Century Learned to Act, observes that around twenty years ago, Nicolas Cage became “less an actor than a walking animated GIF, his tics cut and pasted away from the context in which they made sense.” Recently, though, his “comeback films vary in tone, style, budget, and quality, but they tend to share two things: at their heart, they are meta-films whose real premise is that they star Nicolas Cage, and none of them would be successful without him.” Isabelle Huppert tells Rebecca Mead that “I don’t believe in the idea of playing a character. I just believe in the idea of playing states—joy, sadness, laughter, listening, talking.”
- Jonathan Glazer’s The Zone of Interest and Steve McQueen’s Occupied City “use indirection to make the Holocaust present in disturbingly detailed studies of routine extermination,” writes J. Hoberman for the Nation. “Neither fiction nor documentary,” these films “are essays, each in its own way attesting to the apparent ease with which humans can deprive others of even their basic humanity and exploring the dialectical relationship between banality and evil. Either film could have justly appropriated the title of Soviet director Mikhail Romm’s 1965 compilation of Nazi newsreels, Ordinary Fascism.”
- Before he adapted his 1988 novel The Player for Robert Altman, Michael Tolkin made his debut feature, The Rapture (1991). Sharon (Mimi Rogers) spices up the drudgery of her life as a telephone operator in Los Angeles by hooking up with strangers—until a series of portentous visions compels her to become a born-again Christian. “A louche erotic drama mutates into a psychological thriller, then finally ascends into a celestial parable,” writes Charles Bramesco at Downtime. “With that last drastic pivot, one type of movie turns into the other, its credence and ambivalence all the more affecting for their grounding up to that point. As Sharon says with the serene knowingness of those heeding the call, ‘Until you accept God into your heart, it’s like a fairytale, it’s like some joke you don’t get.’ Even cinema itself can be converted.”
- Among many other things, Peter Bogdanovich’s The Last Picture Show (1971) is a portrait of a dying town, Anarene, an easily overlooked speck on the northern plains of Texas. When Scott Tobias, a cofounding editor of the Reveal, saw the 1990 sequel, Texasville, he found that “without Anarene as an imposing, allegorical presence as an American city on the wane, the whole enterprise felt rudderless.” But two years later, Bogdanovich released a two-and-a-half-hour director’s cut in black and white, and in this version, “the sincerity of Bogdanovich and his cast’s feelings for these characters give it real emotional punch, as they all recognize together that they are Anarene.”
- Alas, Poor Boro, I Knew Him Well . . . is Cristina Álvarez López and Adrian Martin’s latest Thinking Machine audiovisual essay for Filmkrant and—fair warning—it makes for about seven minutes of NSFW viewing. Martin looks back on defending the work of Polish director Walerian Borowczyk in the pages of his university’s newspaper. A few years earlier, “between the impressionable ages of sixteen and eighteen,” Martin “slid from dutifully attending stately arthouses in Melbourne, Australia, to frequenting sordid porn barns with names like the Barrel, the Shaft and the Blue Bijou. And all for the sake of tracking an elusive, enigmatic, and remarkable filmmaker.”