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Archive for October, 2011

Lincoln Center Film Society celebrates ‘Hollywood’s Jew Wave’

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Among the many movie revolutions of the 1960s was the way that the Hollywood studios finally allowed Jewish actors to embrace their ethnicity and Jewish writers and directors to explore their culture.

The movie industry was, of course, largely created by Jews, but for much of the 20th century the Jewish studio heads repressed their own culture in the films they produced. They believed in assimilation at all costs.

Although it’s difficult to imagine now, Columbia Pictures was very nervous about allowing Barbra Streisand to repeat her stage triumph in “Funny Girl” in the 1968 movie adaptation — they feared that she looked and sounded “too Jewish” for mainstream acceptance.

But, the picture proved to be a smash hit and the near simultaneous emergence of Dustin Hoffman as a major film star in “The Graduate” opened the doors to a new wave of Jewish stars like Elliott Gould and George Segal and Jewish-themed pictures such as “Goodbye, Columbus” (below).

The Film Society of Lincoln Center is examining what it calls “Hollywood’s Jew Wave” in a series that will run Nov. 3 to 13 and include one of my favorite comedies of that era, the 1972 Elaine May-Neil Simon collaboration, “The Heartbreak Kid” (above).

Two of the film’s stars, Charles Grodin and Jeannie Berlin will appear at the 6 p.m. showing on Nov. 4.

“The Heartbreak Kid” was an audience divider when it opened — some Jewish moviegoers thought the May/Simon view of middle-class American Jews was anti-Semitic.

I’ve always believed that the line between comedy and tragedy is very thin — in art and life — and few movies demonstrate this fact better than May’s tale of a young New Yorker (Grodin) who rushes into marriage and then falls in love with another woman during his honeymoon in Miami Beach.

“The Heartbreak Kid” was an outgrowth of May’s work in improvisational comedy with Chicago’s Second City troupe which led to her celebrated parternship with Mike Nichols.

As much an actress as a comedienne, May specialized in sketch comedy that made audiences laugh and squirm because the material was so grounded in real life.

Nichols took what he learned and launched a highly successful career as a stage and film director, winning an Oscar for his second picture (“The Graduate”).

May had a tougher road in Hollywood, perhaps because her films were not quite as slick as the work of her ex-partner and right from the start she produced hard-edged comedies that some moviegoers detested.

“The Heartbreak Kid” has moments that are as funny as anything I’ve ever seen in a movie, but it also contains long sequences in which our “hero” behaves so abominably that we recoil from the screen.

The most famous/notorious sequence shows Lenny dropping the bomb on his completely clueless wife (Oscar nominee Berlin) in a crowded Miami seafood restaurant. He can’t figure out how to tell the young woman that he wants to annul their marriage and run off with Cybill Shepherd and she can’t understand why he is having such a problem making small talk at their first big dinner out.

The tables are turned on Lenny after he begins pursuing the Shepherd character and faces a self-described “brick wall” in the form of her icy WASP dad (Oscar nominee Eddie Albert, who is simply terrific in the role).

For more information on the “Hollywood’s Jew Wave” screenings, go to www.filmlinc.com

Vogue cover girl Rooney Mara: starving herself into stardom?

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The November issue of Vogue has an unsettling cover story on the actress Rooney Mara, who was plucked from obscurity by director David Fincher to star in his forthcoming screen version of Stieg Larsson’s “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.”

The feature skirts around the fact that Mara had to drop quite a bit of weight to land the coveted role of the punk hacker Lisbeth Salander. Weight she will have to keep off if Sony moves forward with films of the two sequels Larsson wrote to his enormous bestseller.

Swedish adaptations have already been made of the three books with the much more robust-looking actress Noomi Rapace.

Fincher obviously wants to place his own stamp on a piece of material that will be much more widely seen — starting in late December — than the Swedish pictures (which only played arthouses in this country). Mara is appearing opposite Daniel Craig and Christopher Plummer in the Hollywood production.

The Vogue piece paints a creepy portrait of the rather extreme Henry Higgins/Eliza Doolittle relationship between the highly acclaimed director and the little known actress he selected for Lisbeth.

The piece mentions that several famous actresses — including Scarlett Johansson — tested for the part, but Fincher fought the studio to get his choice. Was Mara chosen because she wasn’t in a position to resist any of the demands the director might make on her?

Writer Jonathan Van Meter doesn’t tell us what the actress had to do in terms of her weight to land (and keep) the part, but he does seem to hint at his own discomfort when he writes about a dinner he had with the duo in Stockholm:

“…(Mara) sits next to (Fincher), looking for all the world like a troubled college student who takes too much Adderall. She hangs on his every word, her eyes lit with admiration. Their relationship, it quickly becomes clear, is charged with the electric current of the mentor-protegee crush, which is both touching and occasionally uncomfortable to watch.”

“When a waiter appears to take our order, we are all looking at our menus, but I see out of the corner of my eye Fincher nudging Mara. He says with quiet seriousness, ‘You can eat.’ I look up to see her reaction. Mara rolls her eyes and Fincher laughs. ‘You can have lettuce and a grape. A raisin if you must.’ She orders a piece of fish and barely touches it.”

“I ask if she had to get unhealthily skinny for the role. She says,‘Umm…not really.’”

“‘It hasn’t been too hard for her,’ Fincher adds quickly.”

Finding Debra Winger on the season three ‘In Treatment’ DVD

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Debra Winger’s decision to back away from her movie career more than a decade ago — to focus on her family life — perplexed her peers and left her fans missing one of the most vibrant screen presences of the 1980s.

To go from 60 to 0 in Hollywood is such a rare occurrence that Rosanna Arquette made a documentary about women in the film business that she called “Searching for Debra Winger” — an account of the glass ceiling faced by all American film actresses as they age.

Well, thanks to HBO Video you can get a big Winger fix on the just released season three DVD of the “In Treatment” series about a Brooklyn therapist (Gabriel Byrne) and his patients.

Friends have been telling me how wonderful the series is but I didn’t get around to checking it out until last week (the seasons are self-contained, I was told, so I was able to start with the third season without feeling like I had arrived in the middle of a movie).

Each season focuses on Dr. Paul Weston’s treatment of three patients, as well as his own therapy sessions. The DVDs are wonderfully set up so that you can watch all of the episodes about one patient or go from patient to patient week to week as the series is shown on HBO.

Winger plays a famous actress who is having trouble remembering her lines for a forthcoming Broadway revival of “Night of the Iguana.” Her younger sister was treated by Dr. Weston many years earlier and she says he came highly recommended.

It turns out Frances is having more than work problems. Her sister has stage four breast cancer and the actress’ teen daughter feels alienated by what she believes is the star’s decision to put her career ahead of her family life.

The role clearly paralleled Winger’s life enough for her to want to take this rare acting job. She goes all out in the part, showing us the woman’s rather repellant narcissism as well as her desperation to reconnect with her sister and her daughter.

If like me you are not an HBO subscriber, and consider yourself a Winger fan, you should get a copy of this DVD as soon as possible. Winger has lost none of her luster and her maturity adds depth to her work — it’s doubtful she would be able to find a film role of this quality in the current Hollywood climate, but I hope she is able to launch a second stage of her career on television.

‘Travels with My Aunt’: or, the wisdom of Katharine Hepburn

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Although she received an inexplicable Oscar nomination for her performance, Maggie Smith’s work in the 1972 “Travels with My Aunt” is so misguided and so over-the-top that her peers in the acting division of the Motion Picture Academy must have been honoring the star’s bravery as much as anything.

The adaptation of the 1969 Graham Greene novel was originally put together for Katharine Hepburn who — at the time — was still almost ten years too young for the part of the 70something globe-trotting adventuress Augusta Bertram.

Hepburn had problems with the screenplay by Jay Presson Allen, was angered when some of her casting decisions were ignored, and then probably reached the end of her rope when MGM studio boss James Aubrey insisted on flashbacks that would show Augusta as a young woman.

Hepburn might have also started to worry that the role of a live-for-today eternal optimist might have been too close to the part she played in the disastrous 1969 film version of the Jean Giraudoux play “The Madwoman of Chaillot.” The star had won some points there for taking a role that went against the grain of her Yankee common sense persona, but she would have been just as miscast as Augusta (who appeared to be cut from the same cloth as the ‘Madwoman’).

The producers toyed with the idea of putting Angela Lansbury in the role — she might have been perfect (old enough at 45 to play the ‘present’ day scenes and young enough to pull off the flashbacks)  — but she was not considered a big enough movie name to carry a major MGM production.

But, to pass the role on to Maggie Smith — an actress who was a vivacious 37 at the time of production and would have to spend most of the movie under heavy, disfiguring make-up — was a crazy decision on the part of director George Cukor and the producers Robert Cryer and James Cresson.

The movie sank without a trace when it went into general release in 1973 and is just now making its debut on DVD via Warner Archive.

It’s a mostly terrible movie that is nevertheless fascinating to watch because we can see Smith doing her damnedest to make the part work for her. The sort of arch, mannered role that she would grow into a few decades later was still too big a stretch for the warm and funny young actress who had just won an Oscar a few years earlier for “The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.”

“Travels with My Aunt” also suffers from choppy storytelling due no doubt to the fact that Jay Allen was fired the film and replaced by Hugh Wheeler — neither of them apparently paid too much attention to the source material which greatly distressed fans of the Graham Greene novel (one of the few of his that I haven’t read yet).

The only one to really benefit from this flop was costume designer Anthony Powell who won an Oscar for his stunning clothing and would go on to do terrific work on screen and stage. Six years later, Powell would design clothes for Smith and the Augusta also-ran Lansbury in “Death on the Nile.”

‘Mountainfilm’ brings a taste of Telluride to Fairfield

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A selection of the best shorts from the annual Mountainfilm festival in Telluride, Colorado, is traveling the country and will be making a stop at the Community Theater in Fairfield Tuesday night.

Founded in 1979, Mountainfilm celebrates documentaries and filmmakers devoted to nature and contemporary social issues. The event is held over a few days every May in the perfect setting for it — the gorgeous small town in Colorado that is also celebrated for an annual international film festival.

The Memorial Day weekend gathering has expanded over the past four decades beyond documentary screenings to include a full-day symposium on a critical contemporary issue, art and photography exhibits, book signings, student programs and a closing picnic/awards ceremony.

The organizers invite a wide variety of special guests, from artists to adventurers and academics to activists. This strategy shows the connection between the concerns of socially conscious filmmakers and action that can be taken in the real world.

In keeping with its progressive mandate, Mountainfilm on tour often aligns itself with regional non-profit organizations and topical issues.

I recently talked with one of the local organizers, Cindy Johnston, who pointed out that this year’s screening in Fairfield will benefit Vermont relief — funding that is still desperately needed after the disastrous after-effects of this summer’s Hurricane Irene.

The evening in Fairfield will also include some extras in the vein of the Telluride event including a show of the work of Vermont artist Ann Coleman (who is expected to attend) and a musical performance by Joe Ballaro on acoustic guitar.

Mountainfilm is part of a long tradition of travelogues and sports documentaries that have helped push technical innovation and alternative means of distribution (and inspired countless viewers).

For instance, who knows have many audience members at locally organized screenings of the surfing and skiing films of Warren Miller over the past 30 years have been inspired to try a new sport or travel to some exotic locale?

And who knows what fire might be lit under some of the people who check out Mountainfilm on tour Tuesday night?

(For complete event and ticket information, go to www.mountainfilmontourct.com)

Broadway as the biggest high school on earth

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“The Playbill Broadway Yearbook” is a wonderful browsing volume that very quickly turns into an indispensable theater reference book.

Volume 7 has just appeared which covers just about everything that happened on Broadway between June, 2010 and last May (the end of the theater season).

The book is a natural outgrowth of the incredible day-by-day coverage of the theater by playbill.com — the online presence of the company that publishes theatrical Playbills.

Under the guidance of editor Robert Viagas, Playbill created one of the earliest theater websites and it is still peerless when it comes to breaking daily news and presenting terrific feature coverage on what’s going on in New York and around the country.

Whether you are looking for an in-depth interview with Elaine Page about working on the revival of “Follies” or you simply want to know how to get tickets to a current show, playbill.com is the best single source for things theatrical.

Broadway still dominates New York theater news, of course, so Playbill is in the perfect position to produce the yearbook.

As Viagas points out in his introduction, the 2010-2011 season was “full of all kinds of riches for all kinds of theatre folk” from the record-breaking “preview” period for “Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark” (below) to the arrival of one of those once-in-a-decade hot tickets “The Book of Mormon” (above) which became the toughest new show to see since “The Producers” opened 10 years ago.

Although people both outside and inside Broadway have been talking about its supposed decline for years, last season saw 42 new shows open — the second-highest total in 30 years.

Viagas asserts that Broadway is not as old-fashioned as you might think. Its current vitality might be due to the fact that “it learned early and well how to use the web to get the word out and create online communities around certain shows, personalities, viral videos and theatre companies. As the influence of print media continued to wane this season, people turned more and more to the web to get information about shows and to find out what other people think of them.”

Despite the massive inroads made by the Internet, the yearbook demonstrates the virtues of old-fashioned ink-and-paper books.

The 470-page volume contains complete cast and crew listings for every show that opened last season — and updates on who left and arrived at long-running hits such as “Wicked” — all attractively laid out and beautifully illustrated with hundreds of color photographs.

Most of the show listings include a “scrapbook” overseen by a cast or crew member that fills us in on some of the most exciting events that took place onstage and backstage. We find out which celebrities visited which shows, company injokes, favorite post-show hang-outs, etc.

The book recognizes the awesome off-stage army that makes any Broadway show run smoothly, from the stage crews to the ushers and in nearly every case Playbill sent a photographer to snap group shots of the wardrobe people, the orchestra members, etc.

And with everything indexed, you can easily access the name and position of virtually everyone who worked on every show last season (and get to see what they look like as well!).

After the coverage of the shows that opened last season, “The Playbill Broadway Yearbook” includes coverage of the Tony Awards and all of the major benefits, from the Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS June striptease fundraiser “Broadway Bares” (above, right) to the 19th Annual Broadway on Broadway concert in Times Square.

The book is an accurate reflection of the rather small and tight-knit community of artists and workers who keep Broadway humming week after week and year after year. Let’s hope Playbill continues to produce the entertaining and informative volume for many years to come.

‘Skin’: another genre-mixing Pedro Almodovar movie

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Working at the rate of a movie a year, and maintaining an incredibly high standard of quality, Pedro Almodovar has to compete first and foremost with himself each time he delivers a new picture.

The Spanish genius has moved in so many different stylistic and storytelling directions that the notion of “topping” his earlier work is almost beside the point.

As anyone knows who has followed Almodovar since he emerged on the international scene in the mid-1980s, films like “Law of Desire” and “Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown” and “Talk to Her” are not-to-be-repeated experiences.

That’s a great thing for moviegoers looking for continuous originality but an incredible pressure for an artist who has kept jacking up our expectations for more than 20 years.

The latest Almodovar, “The Skin I Live In,” was received warmly at the recently ended New York Film Festival — where most of his pictures have debuted in this country — but the reviews have not been as consistently strong as they were for the director’s last few films.

The picture marks a reunion between Almodovar and Antonio Banderas who worked with the director on many films in the 1980s before Hollywood came calling.

Banderas was wonderful in “Law of Desire” and “Women on the Verge” but his roles there were in support of Almodovar muse Carmen Maura.

The writer-director seems more inspired by women than men so centering much of “The Skin I Live In” on the morose, secretive scientist/doctor played by Banderas robs the picture of some of the zest that Maura and Penelope Cruz have brought to their star vehicles.

What keeps the film gripping is Almodovar’s awesome technique which keeps the suspense building as we wonder why the rich doctor has a beautiful young woman (Elena Anaya) trapped in his house for experimental purposes.

We quickly find out that he has been using her to test a new form of replacement skin that could revolutionize cosmetic surgery but why is she his prisoner? What’s the real story of their relationship?

Almodovar fills us in with a series of deft flashbacks — no one is better with this sometimes troublesome film device — that take us into horror movie territory. It would be a crime to divulge any more of the plot here because of the audaciousness of what the filmmaker pulls off when he “explains” the woman prisoner.

“The Skin I Live In” will probably inspire some of the most interesting post-screening conversations of the fall, but I didn’t get the same sort of emotional kick from the film that I did at “Broken Embraces” last year.

‘Miss Representation’: where do women find role models?

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I’ve written here before about the wonderful documentary programming on the new Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN), but the film debuting tonight at 9 p.m. – “Miss Representation” — is not up to the high standards that have been set by the cable operation over the past few months.

Produced and directed by Jennifer Siebel Newsom, the documentary is intended as an expose of demeaning depictions of girls and women by the media. A torrent of images that Newsom says hold women back by undermining their own confidence and causing young men to view women in purely sexual terms.

Newsom has gathered some impressive talking heads — ranging from Jane Fonda to Dianne Feinstein to Condoleezza Rice — who point out the continuing inequities faced by women in politics and the corporate culture.

There is no debating the fact that women still earn less than men who hold down the same jobs. And despite the fact that women make up 51 percent of the population they are grossly underrepresented in local, state and federal government.

Where Newsom goes terribly astray is in her blanket assault on “the media” — she stoops to using clips from Victoria’s Secret commercials and sound bites from semi-crazed right wing pundits to illustrate what she terms an anti-female bias in TV programming and movie content.

Pop entertainment is so huge and diverse now that you can build a case for or against almost any sociological argument, depending on where you look for evidence.

I could make America look like a moral cesspool by showing you nothing but clips from bad porn movies and the dregs of reality TV — “Cheaters” et al — but I could also make our entertainment culture look very sophisticated and enlightened by serving up nothing but excerpts from “The Wire” and “Six Feet Under” and all of the other high-end TV dramas that have made this a Golden Age of home entertainment.

Newsom makes the mistake of portraying women as the passive victims of sexist media. You don’t have to watch the insulting crap she compiles in “Miss Representation” — you can turn the channel to something more edifying or download any one of the thousands of good movies available from Netflix and its competitors.

I agree with Newsom that there is a lot of stupid, sexist junk out there, but she doesn’t show much respect for the intelligence of other women by implying that they don’t know enough to watch something else.

She also implies that watching a questionable program means that you are endorsing it. Two of the smartest women I know love to hoot and holler over the latest episode of “Real Housewives of New Jersey” — it’s relaxing escapist fun for them — but they realize it’s just a nutty concoction. Don’t we all enjoy occasional bad TV binges and then move on?

Newsom’s analysis of the movie business is also shaky. She tells us that male actors get more leading roles in films than women but she doesn’t really analyze the quality of the material the big male stars have been playing over the past decade.

I would argue that no man was seen in anything like the variety and quality of roles that Meryl Streep has tackled over the past ten years. Her paychecks might be smaller, but would she want the big bucks that peers like Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino have been getting for dreck like “Meet the Fockers” or “88 Minutes”?

The “image” of men in the big mainstream movies is just as bad — if not worse — than the way women are portrayed. That’s why so many smart adults of both sexes have become more selective about what they will pay to see.

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