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Phillip Lopate and Geoffrey O'Brien

from: Geoffrey O'Brien

Feeling Like a Cultural Dinosaur

Posted Tuesday, March 20, 2001, at 12:17 PM ET

Dear Phillip,

I don't follow baseball much (to put it diplomatically), but I sure do remember Fear Strikes Out. It's the great movie of adolescent crack-up under pressure, and back in high school we used to watch it every time it came on TV, waiting for the moment when Tony Perkins finally starts climbing the fence, the psychotic equivalent of Gene Kelly's "Singin' in the Rain" number. Karl Malden never did better than as the all-American dad who only wants his son to be a great ball player like he never was. Terrifying.



When it comes to the paper, I usually plunge right into the politics; it's as if I couldn't wait for punishment, whether it's mobs of Dayaks decapitating their neighbors in Borneo or mobs of Republican congressmen symbolically cutting off the wrists of office workers with carpal tunnel syndrome, Afghani theocrats using missiles to destroy ancient art, or American theocrats figuring out how to incorporate organized religions into the federal bureaucracy (a concept rich in satirical possibilities, if only the prospect weren't so dismal). Only then to the consolation of the arts ...

I like what you wrote about continuity versus slice-and-dice. Ah, spatial integrity ... this is when I really start to feel like a cultural dinosaur. I think the feeling began years ago, the first time I realized that the quick cuts in music videos not only displeased me aesthetically but made me feel bad physically (sort of like that underground strobe light movie back in the '60s that forced the Filmmakers Cinematheque to post a medical warning on the danger of seizures). It's a weird symptom of this cultural moment that the sustained gaze could have become a more or less obsolete concept. I love movies where you actually get a chance to look at everything, whereas the game now is usually to convince you, through rapid movement, that you've been shown something even when you haven't. In Gladiator they don't dare hold the shots because you'd start to notice how fake everything is. By contrast, a while back I saw Visconti's The Leopard again and was just knocked out by the sheer presence of the world, of space: those incredible protracted scenes out in the country or at the ball. Remember depth? We shall not see its like again. (My favorite Mel Brooks gag is the sinuous, incredibly prolonged Hitchcockian camera movement in High Anxiety that ends with the camera breaking through glass. Now it seems like a joke from another world.)

Pollock I liked, mostly for Harris and Harden and Long Island. Dramatically it left me with that slightly empty feeling I usually get from movies about artists, as if something crucial had unaccountably been left out. He drinks, he paints, he stops drinking, he paints better, he starts drinking again, he paints worse, he dies. Well, I suppose it has a classical simplicity.

Best,
Geoffrey

from: Geoffrey O'Brien

Feeling Like a Cultural Dinosaur

Posted Tuesday, March 20, 2001, at 12:17 PM ET
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Phillip Lopate is an essayist, novelist, and film buff whose last book was a collection of movie criticism, Totally, Tenderly, Tragically. Geoffrey O'Brien is the editor in chief of the Library of America and the author of numerous books, including The Phantom Empire: Movies in the Mind of the Twentieth Century.
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[Thursday Notes from the Fray Editor: So Phillip Lopate came into the Fray too, to answer the A.O.Scott post below, and Mr Scott answered him, and then David Edelstein thought it was all getting too friendly, and really we recommend you read the whole thread (starts here), no actually we are imploring you to read it, because it is one of the great Fray feuding threads, with posts titled "A.O. Wimps Out" and "By God Mr Edelstein" and a mention of effete drivel. There are special extra insults from star posters and others, plus this unmissable summary of the action from Fray favorite Joseph Britt ("What are these people arguing about? [Is it]... that anyway House of Mirth was supposed to be grim, a bummer and/or a downer but is nonetheless worthy for other reasons, so the Times' critics' criticism is wrong. Have I got it?"). Neill Hamilton--a trouble-maker if ever we saw one--tried to help Mr Britt out, below.]


While the posts appear to be trading blows about the movie The House of Mirth, it appears that they are arguing about certain hidden issues. A.O.Scott is arguing that the New York Times is not as fun as a frat party, and never will be if he can help it. Edelstein is arguing that he prefers Gillian Anderson in the X-Files, altho' he misses Mulder. Zeit for some reason wanted to talk about the only Art movie he has ever seen, and Lopate's point is only known to him. I hope this helps.

--Neill Hamilton

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[Wednesday Notes from the Fray Editor: Some rumbling in the film critics' ranks here. Did the New York Times diss House of Mirth like frat boys? A.O.Scott says no, below. And Slate's movie critic David Edelstein is in The Fray arguing too. There are comments on individual films throughout. To take random examples, a defense of Manhattan, and the excellent question "Where was Wonder Boys?". (If there was a post agreeing that The Leopard is one of the best films ever made, we would feature it too.) Microcinemas are discussed here. And (we are filing under the heading "good to know if true") how posting on The Fray can protect you from Alzheimer's, here.]


Mr. Lopate writes:

House of Mirth got lambasted by the New York Times critics for being a downer, as if they were reviewing for their college frat paper.

What is his source for this ridiculous contention? There are three film critics at the Times: Elvis Mitchell, Stephen Holden, and me. To my knowledge (and his), Mitchell has never written about House of Mirth, and my only published remarks about the film came in a Slate "Movie Club," in which I said that while I admired Davies's visual technique, I found the movie emotionally inert. So perhaps Mr. Lopate is referring to Stephen Holden's review, which ran when House of Mirth was shown at the New York Film Festival. But while Holden did describe the movie's depiction of New York society as "grim" and "bleak," he did not fault (much less "lambaste" or "despise") House of Mirth for its somber mood. Rather, he thought Gillian Anderson was miscast as Lily Bart, and found most of the secondary characters one-dimensional.

The implication that "the Times critics" favor shallow, feel-good pictures will be laughable to anyone who bothers to read the paper, and will certainly come as news to the makers of Erin Brockovitch, Gladiator, Finding Forrester and Chocolat, all of which we treated pretty roughly. Perhaps the only articles in the Times Mr. Lopate reads are the ones he writes himself, or perhaps he fell asleep over the paper and dreamed up a team of shallow critics to serve as "Breakfast Table" straw men. In any case it's too bad that, in his desperate need to preserve a sense of intellectual superiority, he has so egregiously smeared and misrepresented the work of other critics. I guess I'd rather be middlebrow and literary than highbrow and illiterate.

--A.O.Scott

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Timesaver: Oscar night in a nutshell.

Armey Archer, Joan Rivers and Spawn, scores of "stars", 30% ridiculously over-dressed, 30% under-dressed in designer slobbery, 30% appropriately dressed but ill-coiffed, indoctrination through a summary of historical significance, popular clips from this year's movies, witty, left-leaning banter from an officious host, audience shots of actors (22% of all shots include Jack Nicholson), more witty banter including rolling blackout jokes, irrelevant awards for tech-geeks, makeup people and unknown music industry wonks, more witty banter including Dubya jokes, slow tease with clips from best movie nominees, slightly more "important" awards, tacky musical and dance numbers, more witty banter probably including J-Lo dress references, more shots of Jack, building suspense, complete overuse of the words "vision, brilliance and genius," sappy "thank yous", lifetime achievement award to somebody who's more talented than all the nominees put together but just never had the right PR people, annoying, hand-wringing, impassioned political statements by "stars" with furrowed brows, salutes to the independents (who are the only people doing anything new, anymore), building suspense, more witty banter about events that occurred earlier in the night, best film award, a little more irrelevant bullshit and two weeks worth of water cooler talk

--Johnny Hotpants

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