The Friday 11/12/2021

Fusako Urabe, Aoba Kawai: Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (Film Movement)

My piece for the Scarecrow blog this week, and etc.

Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy. “This is a glorious movie, one of the year’s best.”

I’ve got a new episode of my radio show, “The Music and the Movies,” this one devoted to the way cinema has imagined Paris. Includes appearances by Edith Piaf, Josephine Baker, and my anecdote about being pickpocketed on the steps of Sacre-Coeur. Listen here.

Scarecrow Academy, a free online discussion series presented by Scarecrow Video in Seattle, continues “The Art in Noir” on Saturday Nov. 13 with a conversation about Roman Polanski’s Chinatown. Check the Scarecrow Academy page for info about how to sign up. I introduce the film below.

Newly posted to my other blog, What a Feeling!, this week: vintage 1980s reviews of Krzysztof Zanussi’s A Year of the Quiet Sun, a lovely work from the Polish director, with fine roles for Scott Wilson and Maja Komorowska; and Keenen Ivory Wayans’ I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, the blaxploitation spoof that really launched the Wayans world.

1974 Ten Best Movies

A flaw in the iris: Chinatown

A flaw in the iris: Chinatown

I can remember walking across the parking lot of the Northgate mall after seeing Chinatown at the Northgate theater in 1975 (this was a giant single-screen theater, in the days before people needed to use the term “single-screen”). There was nothing notable about the parking lot, or the warm afternoon, but you remember the layout of the landscape after something definitive has happened, and seeing Chinatown as a teenager was one of those definitive movie-watching experiences. We were talking about the ending, which somehow, even though the movie was set in the 1930s, seemed to sum up something about living in the exhausted Age of Apathy. For years, among my friends, the phrase “It’s Chinatown” could be inserted into a conversation as a shrugging piece of wisdom or a sardonic punchline.

It’s a complete movie on every level. And it’s the best film of a strong year, a year that had the era’s signature filmmakers going full blast (Fassbinder, Altman) and giants contributing unique works (Bresson, Welles). Not that there was any doubt about #1.

Ten best movies of 1974:

1. Chinatown (Roman Polanski)

2. Lancelot du Lac (Robert Bresson)

3. F for Fake (Orson Welles)

4. Celine and Julie Go Boating (Jacques Rivette)

5. Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (Sam Peckinpah)

6. Ali – Fear Eats the Soul and Effi Briest (Rainer Werner Fassbinder)

7. The Parallax View (Alan J. Pakula)

8. The Godfather Part II (Francis Ford Coppola)

9. California Split (Robert Altman)

10. Alice in the Cities (Wim Wenders) and Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore (Martin Scorsese)

Not sure what to do with Richard Lester’s Four Musketeers, since it connects to Three Musketeers – which came out in 1973 – but taken together the whole thing is glorious. (Lester had the wonderful Juggernaut in ’74, too.) And Amarcord is one of Fellini’s best late films, and A Woman Under the Influence is Cassavetes at his most bearable … but there are only ten slots. Well, twelve, in this case.

Lancelot is the least accessible Arthurian movie ever made, but its rigor is in service to a terrible beauty, whereas Celine and Julie is the kind of movie that seems to open new and playful doors with every scene. The American films catch life in the U.S. of A. with an unblinking eye, a truly jaundiced view of how things work. And the Fassbinder titles show a director with complete confidence in every shot, whether he’s surveying the frowzy underlife of immigrant West Germany in Ali or the strict, frosty social codes of Fontane’s classical novel Effi Briest. He also did the wickedly hilarious Martha that year. Incredible.

Weird time. Euro-arthouse sensations such as Swept Away and Going Places were entering the movie-stream at the same moment as Ground Zero provocations like Texas Chain Saw Massacre and It’s Alive, and they all look like part of the same vitality.

And Mel Brooks did Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein. When the Western spoof of Blazing Saddles rips open to reveal a Hollywood backlot, it was just as strong a signal as anything Altman or Scorsese did to announce that the inmates had taken over the Hollywood asylum.

Next week: 1943.