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Phillip Lopate and Geoffrey O'Brien

from: Geoffrey O'Brien

The Loss of a Moment To Illuminate

Posted Wednesday, March 21, 2001, at 12:29 PM ET

Dear Phillip,

Indeed, after us the deluge. Or not so much after as during, a troubling thought for one who, like myself, lives on landfill. Well, perhaps the flooding will help dilute all that arsenic in the ground water that the mining industry is so intent on protecting. It does make you wonder about the long-term prospects for all those New York waterfront developments that are ever so slowly taking shape. By the time they're realized, we may be fishing from the marquee of the local multiplex, with only your book to remind us of how things were. (It makes me wonder if the false-alarm storms and bouts of fear-mongering that emanate from the Weather Channel and other meteorological outposts aren't merely deliberate dry runs, so to speak, for the genuine catastrophes to follow. Just kidding.)



Let me add my vote of support for Laura Linney and Agnes Jaoui. Linney is moving and funny without being in the least schmaltzy, respecting all the little edges of her character. Her interplay with Matthew Broderick is really funny (he should have been up for supporting actor), and I can't even begin to understand why Mark Ruffalo wasn't nominated--he's right on it from first to last. The whole movie is nice for the way it keeps the pathos at bay in situations that could so easily tip over the edge into that orgy of mutual commiseration that tends to stand for emotion in American movies.

I trust that Agnes Jaoui and her collaborator whose name I can't remember continue to turn out scripts like The Taste of Others. (The Same Old Song deserved a better fate. I think it lasted a week in New York. The device of people expressing their feelings by bursting into fragments of pop songs, excessively cute as it might seem, was used far more meaningfully than in Woody Allen's superficially similar but not so hot musical Everyone Says I Love You. In the Resnais film, there was a sense of the songs as a kind of universally available safety net for lives otherwise in disarray. They grab at the air and come up with a piece of a song.)

Re ontological beauty: that whole notion of capturing moments of being on film, already strained, is going to be largely phased out by digital filmmaking that turns even live-action into a form of animation. No moment is illuminated because there is no moment, just a collage of separate elements cunningly (or not so cunningly) combined into an illusion. Of course, half the movies I love (from Melies to Michael Powell to Frank Tashlin) might be said to be on that track already, but that still leaves the other half. Movies used to seem like a showdown between reality and illusion, a showdown that interestingly was never resolved. Maybe illusion finally won: Or maybe, as you suggest, there will be a restorative breeze from outside the Empire of Technology.

I hope your daughter is feeling better.

Best,
Geoffrey

from: Geoffrey O'Brien

The Loss of a Moment To Illuminate

Posted Wednesday, March 21, 2001, at 12:29 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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