MEN, WOMEN, AND CHAIN SAWS (1992) [REDUX]

While I’ve already extolled the feminist triumph of Carol L. Clover’s MEN, WOMEN, AND CHAIN SAWS, I couldn’t let it go without mentioning it this week.

I know horror is often written off as cultural garbage, as schlock, instead of the cultural barometer it actually is. I would dare say it’s the most relevant genre.

The subtext of horror works speaks to our insecurities, our fears, our dangers, our own worries about what we’re capable of and what terrors and malice others are capable of.

Clover scrutinizes all of that and clearly and succinctly details how imbalanced gender is in the world we live in and how these works — and horror in general — are more often than not treatises on living a life cautiously.

To say this is an groundbreaking work doesn’t even begin to do it justice. At a time when folks simply shrugged at genre work, she took it seriously and thoughtfully penned about horror in a way that resonates today.

Also, I just want to note that I love how she refers to chainsaws in the broken text of THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE. *chef kiss*

THE HAUNTED SCREEN (1947)

Lotte H. Eisner is probably a name not known to you. If you are aware of her, give yourself a pat on the back.

She was a film fanatic, and instrumental to the New German Cinema movement which was an extremely productive, prolific and revolutionary time for filmmaking in Germany in the 1970s.

Born in 1896, she was a mentor to so many filmmakers. She had a brilliant eye for visual communication, so it’s no surprise that she was so taken with German Expressionism.

However! She is best know for penning and collecting THE HAUNTED SCREEN, which is her brazenly extolling the striking visual technicals of German Expressionism.

While her deep dive into films that are mostly either lost or forgotten, what makes this work really shine are the film captures.

Like any good goth, as a college youth I photocopied each and every page with a screenshot and cut and plastered it to my walls, because there is nothing more goth than German Expressionism. I even made tape cover montages through the images, as was the style of the times.

If you are not familiar with German Expressionistic films, here’s your introduction. If you are, but haven’t read it? You will find comfort in it. It’s a great read, one that should be on every cineaste’s book list.

It is available via the University of California Press!

FROM CALIGARI TO HILTER (1947)

Another foundational film text, one way, way the fuck ahead of its time. Siegfried Krachuer’s FROM CALIGARI TO HITLER blew my teenage mind.

FROM CALIGARI TO HITLER posits that film not only speaks to modern culture, of the trials and tribulations of the present, but also speaks about the future.

Notably, it details how you could see the rise of Nazi-ism through years of German cinema, especially tracking German insecurities via the 1920 expressionistic film THE CABINET OF DR. CALIGARI.

I do not understand how others have yet to latch onto this idea, because, for fuck’s sake, if nothing has told us about the insecurities and hopes for powerful influences to protect us, it’s the inscrutable fucking Marvel superhero franchise.

(It’s also telling that we’ve grown disillusioned by it!)

I will also note! German cinema fell the fuck apart during Nazi-ism! German cinema was at one point the goddamn hallmark of quality media, then fell off the face of the Earth until the New German Cinema movement occurred in the 70s, thanks to especially to Fassbinder, Herzog, and Wenders.

So, yeah. 30 years of cinematic garbage.

(FYI, the same occurred with the Soviet Union. That’s a tale for another time.)

What FROM CALIGARI TO HILTER instills is a political and cultural way of perceiving the hows and whys works exist, what folks are fraught of, of the subject matter they want to tackle and usually? That’s what is right in front of not only their faces, but everyone else.

So, yes, think about that the next time you head out to a Hollywood blockbuster. Think about the subtext. Think about the undercurrent, because it’s fucking there, regardless of whether it’s something the collective creators of a film are aware of.

These are works that represent a singular point in time, and they speak volumes. Watch and listen to them.

Similarly, this is also available via Princeton University Press!

PLACING MOVIES/MOVIES AS POLITICS (1995)

I’m lumping together PLACING MOVIES and MOVIES AS POLITICS from Jonathan Rosenbaum because they’re two sides of the same coin.

If you were of a certain age in Chicago, you read the weekly alt-print Chicago Reader and if you were a film nerd? You ate up Jonathan Rosenbaum’s words. While he was not the only film critic at the Reader, he was certainly the most prestigious.

Rosenbaum was extremely prolific and one hell of a Francophile and not only did he take the dumbest films seriously — MOVIES AS POLITICS even scrutinizes the absolutely puerile ACE VENTURA — but he also framed films within their cultural impact and also what the filmmakers were attempting to do, and also how they were influenced by the world around them.

My copies of these works are so dog-eared and dotted with so many asterisks and notes. In a world when so many folks were solely talking about the entertainment value of projected works, he respected what film was capable of, of how the flicker brings us together, of how these collective works speak to everyone, but also have so much more to say than most folks perceive.

He was also instrumental in the absolutely gorgeous restoration of Orson Welles’ TOUCH OF EVIL, which is quite the accomplishment! (He does go into detail about the restoration if you take the time to buy it on physical media.)

I will note that he has since retired, but he still haunts screenings! Also, I did meet him once at FACETS, a Chicago theater that is actively uncommercial and I do not understand how they’re able to pay the rent.

Anyway! He barely gave me the time of day which … fair, I know how I present … but goddamn, I’m not gonna lie: that hurt, but doesn’t diminish from his critical contributions.

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE (1995)

If you aren’t familiar with Walter Murch, he is an absolutely exceptional film editor. You’ve seen his work. He’s best known for editing the significantly unruly APOCALYPSE NOW, as well as THE GODFATHER PART III, but also GHOST, as well as THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING. He’s also super-fucking smart. He has the heart of a philosopher and is so inquisitive and thoughtful in a way that I can only extoll as someone that is more than happy to mentor folks.

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE is Murch imparting all of his editing knowledge, because he’s that generous of an individual.

I think about this book at least once a month. While it’s dense with all sorts of minutiae about editing — he spends A LOT of time discussing the difference between vertical editing (via Moviolas and Steenbecks) and digital editing in ways that I think no one nowadays consider — it’s still exceptionally entertaining and enlightening.

I was lucky enough to straddle that strange film divide, in that I did edit on actual film but also edited on AVID systems.

While I am a computer nerd — I grew up with a keyboard in my hand and I still have the PCjr to prove it — there is fucking absolutely nothing like editing physical film.

Digital is disposable. You can shoot for hours and hours.

Physical film is not. You get a spool of film. You have to cultivate an eye for lighting, for camera position, for ensuring you are methodically shooting for the best verve of storytelling, that you aren’t violating the 30 degree rule, that you’re following through with the right angles of a shot-reverse shot, that you’re getting the best coverage while still being mindful of your film budget.

You do not have any way to see your work apart from what is right in your eyes, the space you inhabit.

Then once it’s shot, you have to string out your workprint — which I’ll note can take far too long to process! — and thread it through a reel-to-reel workbed and squint at the tiny screen projecting your hard work, then find your mark, unspool the film and splice it with a razor.

It is often a grueling process. Splice after splice for hundreds of feet of footage. Film cement is pasted over and over again. Your oily fingers often taint what cost way too much money to film.

Digital editing disposes of all of that and, what Murch notes, it’s easier, but far less intimate; footage goes from being something precious to transitory and almost wasteful; as if it’s taking performers and labor for granted.

I digress.

What keeps popping in my mind is what Murch titled his work over: IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE.

Murch realized pretty quickly that one blinks after the completion of a thought.

He also realized that narratively, that’s organic to storytelling.

Consequently, he found himself innately cutting whenever he saw a great actor blink.

Bad actors? They flutter their eyes. They’re far too focused on recalling lines, too distracted by other actors or the surrounding sets. They do not inhabit their roles.

Great actors have a visual intensity. They become who they’re asked to. They blink naturally because they’re on the same wavelength.

This doesn’t just apply to film, but also real-life. For better or worse? Once you’re imparted with that knowledge? It is very easy to tell who is taking in your words, and who simply doesn’t give a shit and lives in their own little world that you are not a part of.

You’re probably familiar with the phrase that the eyes are windows to the soul, and I do believe that, but eyes are also so, so very complex. They convey so much, perhaps more than any other facet of the human body. There’s a reason why poker players often wear sunglasses; it’s so very hard to lie when your eyes are willing to betray you.

Murch gets that, which is why he’s such an amazing talent, and the fact that he’s willing to let the world into his observations and knowledge, well, be thankful and perhaps you — like me — will retain his words and wisdom.

WORDS ON WORDS ON FILM WEEK+

You may be unaware that I spent a good number of years in film school. Most folks aren’t aware, but yeah, I wasted a lot of money before realizing that 1) writing about film was no way to earn a living, and this was way back when newspapers had full-time staff and 401Ks!! Also, 2) when I migrated from film criticism/analysis to cinematography? I quickly became aware that I am not gregarious enough for industry work.

If you are a people person? The film industry is a lot of fun! If you are not? It fucking sucks!

That said? The time I spent on indie sets and scrabbling about as a grip for TV pilots? Those were some of the best times of my life. You’re given a purpose and you either pass with flying colors, or fucking fail spectacularly!

Also? I learned so much about electricity! Especially how not to use it! Holy moly, Chicago apartments have the worst wiring in the U.S. I cannot tell you how goddamn valuable that is a skill to have.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: unless you have a goddamn good reason to turn down a gig, say yes. There’s nothing like on-set experience and the camaraderie one has when working on a collective effort, especially when it’s a feature film and you’re essentially living with folks you do not know and are thrown into the fray for at least a month for exploitative hours on end!

It is something special and unknowable and you will be hard-pressed to recreate that ever again.

So, this week? This week is all about the texts that made me fall in love with film. (It’s technically a week and then some because I do not know how to shut myself up.)

I know it sounds antithetical, extolling text for what is a visual and aural medium, but I love nothing but to read others be effusive as to what they love, often dictated via screenshots and credits and shared screenings, in whichever way and form they can do so.

So: welcome to Words on Words on Film week, which will actually last longer than a week. Hey, my blog? My rules!

BLACK CANARY Vol. 4: ‘Kicking and Screaming’ & ‘New Killer Star’ (2015-2016)

To be blunt: I bought this new (at the time), kinda weird all alt-band take on Black Canary solely because Annie Wu was on art duty. I’ve been following Wu since the heyday of tumblr and her kinetic linework, energetic and engaging layouts, and her savvy sense of fashion are unparalleled.

It also helps that her interest in goth-chic dress is absolutely, 100% in alignment with mine.

I, well, I haven’t really been a big Black Canary fan despite the fact that I think I own a ridiculous number of her works? I did enjoy the Green Arrow comics she was in.

(If you aren’t familiar? They were a thing.)

Mike Grell? Goddamn I’d read anything he’d pen and illustrate.

Anyway! This is a great two-parter that knows what it wants to do! It puts Black Canary in a bunch of situations she is not a fan of and she punches and kicks and brutalizes and destroys her way out of them because she’s punk as fuck and oh, did I mention? There are two EPs, one for each arc, and holy fucking shit, it is an amazing post-punk piece of work! Sweetening the deal? They’re absolutely free via Bandcamp!

While I do wish it’d lasted longer, there is something to be said for saying all you need to and getting the fuck out, which is exactly what BLACK CANARY does. Pick up both volumes, read them on a lazy Sunday, and thrive on the energy.

TILLY AND THE WALL – The Freest Man [CSS Remix] (2019)

If you’ve read prior posts, it’s no surprise that I have …a lot of baggage. I have literally penned thousands and thousands of words here that touch on just how messed up I am. (Hopefully in the service of being entertaining, calling attention to undiscussed issues, but most importantly recommending awesome works, naturally!)

This boy I know, he is pure of soul.

He just gets lost some times in his chemicals.

It sucks! It really sucks. However, this song helps.

Just remember you called it all bullshit.

Well it isn’t if you stop giving into it.

TILLY AND THE WALL are — well, technically were, given that they’re no longer active — a band of born of sympathy, of seeing and feeling others’ hurt and wanting to help.

I don’t like how it feels when I think of him!

This song really helps! Music is often a fucking balm, but can also shed light.

I previously posted about TILLY AND THE WALL’s ’No Education’ remix, which is so enthralling, but The Freest Man?

As someone who has struggled more than I’d like, someone who has actively pushed support away, felt afraid of relying on others, this song is the other side of the coin; of hearing how others view you struggling.

It hits hard.

Being able to latch onto the work of others as a means of support and a type of realization is the beauty of art and effort.

This boy I know lives in a bell jar
It is balancing upon its pedestal
He tries not to upset the weight of conscience
Afraid it’s so far to fall if no one catches him

Is this a pretty basic remix? Sure, but it’s fucking engaging and bolstering four-on-the-floor electro.

It is no mistake that TILLY AND THE WALL have a background in education, because this track? The Freest Man? It’s about as sympathetic as it gets, and I am absolutely here for it and I love their generosity and I greatly miss them.

But I’ve been there too, and I swear to god
If I can help you, please, you’ve got to tell me how
I know you’ve been away, and it can break you down
And I don’t want you gone

If you haven’t heard the original? Here it is in all of its tap-dancing glory:

You can walk away The Freest Man.

POSTMODERN JUKEBOX ‘Where Is My Mind?’ (2021)

If you aren’t familiar with POSTMODERN JUKEBOX? It’s basically a righteously self-indulgent cover band (in all of the good ways!) that repurposes modern works into ‘oldies’, all of the Jazz Age, when jazz was — you know, fun — instead of being far too heavy and mathematical for the likes of me.

In other words: it has a lot of brass, a lot of upright bass, a lot drum whispers, and a lot of women belting.

Allison Young here is absolutely channeling Deborah Kerr here, and I am so, so here for it. This rendition of THE PIXIES’ ‘Where Is My Mind?’ is so sultry, and also so goddamn captivating.

(Also, as someone who did a lot of string work? Who can play just about every instrument on-stage apart from the vocal work? I love seeing this ensemble!)

All of that said? Goddamn, this song reminded me of how whistling is a fucking instrument! I absolutely forgot that — ooh, I know how to fucking whistle! And yes, yes, I can’t help but whistle along, although I admit? At first? I was a bit flat. Better now, though. And yes, I do embellish it a tad.

I’ve learned a lot through therapy, but one of the major facets have been simple breathing exercises, and those who instructed me are not wrong. I’ve found myself more mindful of — well — holding onto my breath, which uh, sucks and 100% a trauma thing, but at least I’m aware of it now.

Anyway!

Whistling? Yeah, sure, annoying for those around you, but I’ve found it to be astoundingly cathartic since discovering this song.

To quote Lauren Bacall: “You just put your lips together, and blow.”

HARLEY QUINN: A VERY PROBLEMATIC VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL (2023) [REDUX]

“Who is pumped for the best VD EVER?!

“I mean, ugh, you know what I meant.”

(Phrasing, Harley.)

Look. I love romantic works. Yeah, I know. I’m weird for …someone who is who I am. I have literally penned more than a few very fucking queer romance novels and screenplays. Maybe someday you’ll read one of ’em? (I’ll warn you? It often doesn’t end well! I’ve been through some shit and if I have to? So do my characters!)

Consequently? Yeah, I’m totally reposting this amazing special focusing mostly on Harley and Ivy — colloquially known as Harlivy — because? Well, because it’s fucking Valentine’s Day and it’s adorable and I love it and they are so fucking good for each other and, while they have their issues, they’re the best match and I cannot get enough of that.

I’ve rewatched this so many times. If I remembered to count, I’d probably be embarrassed, but I stopped counting so fuck it!

It is an absolute delight. (Except for the weird Clayface assplay? Not really sure what’s up with that but that’s what ‘skip forward’ is for!)

(Also? I may or may not have rewatched it halfway through penning this post.)

So, yes, here we are, here’s my take on HARLEY QUINN: A VERY PROBLEMATIC VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL .

Also? I love Ivy’s hair here! And I love how the illustrators don’t use the same staple buxom body type for women! And I love that Ivy actually dressed up instead of wearing her bingin’ sweats! The end is so heartfelt and poignant, with Ivy’s reveal about her best Valentine’s Day ever!

Harley: “…yeah, I think the orgasm matters.”

Ivy: “Yeah, I didn’t totally buy that either when I said it, but I needed like a third example for the structure of the speech so…”

Goddamn this show is so much fun and so smart while also being so enjoyably and non-judgmentally smutty! Just fucking watch it already! Happy VD, everyone!!

Also, I may have rewatched it again. No, I definitely did, and I will not apologize for my streaming actions!