"The old formats are dead! Long live the old formats!"

We have been awaiting the death of movies, film, flickers, the studios, for decades now, but looking at the boxoffice figures for 2009 we can see that it was yet another stellar year for the industry. The thing that continues to change is not the appetite of the movie going audience but how they "see" film, how they view movies not only in the theaters but at home as well. The 2009 holiday shopping season saw the rise, not only in the number of advertisments but in sheer tonnage moved out the door, of Blu-ray high definition movie players and large flatscreen tvs, showing once again that if you make quality goods affordable to the middle class, technology, and peoples tastes, will change.

I am happy, once again, for the change. I like to stay a trend or two behind the bulk of humanity. I like to catch up after the parade has passed and reap the benefits of the discard pile. Right now is a grand time to be a film collector. VHS tapes for fifty cents a throw, pawn shop DVD's going for little more than a buck, second hand hi-fi players for under ten dollars and used dvd players for less than the price of a movie ticket.


For the time being I am not too worried about the imminent demise of Hollywood Video or Blockbuster rental stores. I am not struggling with the high cost of retail films or outrageous ticket prices at the door. I have my own "movies on demand" system going on at home 24/7 and have hundreds of movie titles to choose from. Let it rain, let it pour. The Futon Cinema is always ready to screen something new or old, and baby, if I haven't watched it before, it's all new to me.

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Select audience


The Fourth Kind. Hmmm, not necessarily the film I would have chosen to be inducted into in my little town's Super Secret Movie Club, but then, any flick would have served the purpose.

Maybe "super secret" is a bit of a stretch, and maybe "club" is too formal a word to describe it. It certainly wasn't and isn't open to the public. It wasn't a fanboy moment or a midnight screening or a paid admission to pre-premiere. It was just a gathering of a special sort of tribe, a young, smart and kicky group of aficinandos, of movie heads, of great unsung popcorn slingers and college bound assistant managers. It was a late summer night, just another weeknight for some, a definitely later than usual night for me. But what more could I ask for? A different crowd, sure, but a bunch of kindred spiritis doing exactly what I would be doing at home but doing it out and about and in front of a big screen, instead.



I had no idea that this subculture I joined up with a month ago would open up so many new avenues of approach for me. Movie passes, sure, that I could grok to but having keys to the movie house and access to the projection booth is like having keys to the Kingdom of Celluloid. With a lightbox, open spigots of pop and a handful of dvds one's world changes overnight. Or, at the very least, and in this case, at least for one night.


I know that when and where that special time arrives when I am draped with the sacred managerial mantle that I won't have this group around me to help me take advantage of the space and time and the auditorium like this group did with me tonght. I am sure that I will have to look more closely at the bottom line, pay attention to how those extra hours of energy use add up, see where those extra ounces of flavored corn syrup are going to. Right now I am not in charge, I am not accountable, I am not the one signing on the dotted line. I am just a newbee, a volunteer worker bee, another one of the pack, in this case, the newest of the bunch, the funny old guy who sweats buckets fretting over the threading of the projector.


But that didn't stop those youngsters from inviting me along to participate in the Super Secret Movie Club tonight and for that little gesture I am glad. I felt like it should have come along with a decoder ring, a gilded card for my wallet. I was the kind of thing that should have a super secret handshake to go along with it. Maybe when I am boss I will expect that, turn that little after hours movie club into a sort of speakeasy experience. In order to get the popcorn you need to whisper to the usher a password at the door. Instead of all that tonight I experienced the wonderfulness of youth and got to immerse myself in laughter, friendship and a light sort of cinematic spontaniety that had me racing back to catch one of the cheesiest horror films I have seen in ages.


They may not be my people, but tonight we were all pals, a band of late night movie goers, a group with a purpose and a plan in mind, even if that plan was just to suffer through a silly movie together. That's what clubs do, you know! Share both the pain AND the glory!


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Friday, August 20, 2010

The lure of the free pass


To paraphrase Gordon Gecko: "Free is good".

As you know I have plenty of free time on my hands these days. I wake up, look at my schedule, figure in my volunteer duties, my job search needs and then plot out the day. As much as I hustle I do find that I hit some dead spots on my calendar come mid week. For most folks that has to be the ultimate luxury. For me it's just business as usual.

So, how do I handle it? Okay, let's just say that I have a free Wednesday afternoon. It's a sunny out, sure, but then it is August in the Northwest. The options on how to fill a day are somewhat endless. There is plenty of yardwork to do, any number of drives I can take. I can work on my resume, continue to search for jobs. I could work on my house, paint my bathroom, empty out the cottage, pick up a book, try a new recipe, get on the phone or take a walk. Sure, I could always second hand or take a nap or snack, heck, it wouldn't be beyond me to open up a bottle of wine, get out the grill and pop a half dozen cd's in the stereo, blow the afternoon away. Sure, it IS summertime, but buddy, this has turned out to be the longest summer vacation I have EVER had. A day off is not so much a treat at times, it sometimes turns into a burden. You want to use your days well, not squander them, make them count.

Then again, there are those days where you just want to screw around and do squat.


That's when I crank up the 'net, get on my "employers" website and see what's playing in their stable of movie houses around the region. I am not on the payroll, and I don't even have an official status outside of my boss's made up term for my volunteer status: "managerial intern". But those hours I work in the evenings five days a week are movie house gold. I turn that time that could be used for gold bricking into adding to my skill set and, in turn, turn that time sweating it out in front of the projector into free movie matinees.


It's been a different experience taking in the movies that way. I walk up to the door, tell them who I am, where I work, what I want to see. No passes, no id cards, no one calling to verify my employment. It's strange and wonderful and slightly schoolboyish, having a movie auditorium practically all to myself midday. I haven't had that kind of fun on the job since my old drive in days. Instead of taking a car load of buddies to the movies I haul my bones to the theater and walk right on in as if I own the place.


To date I've caught Inception, The Other Guys and Scott Pilgrim vs the World. I have an old friend that I'll take to the movies later on this week, in that wee window of afternoon time I have available right prior to my evening shift. I am getting closer all the time to actually, possibly, hopefully, coming on board full time at my little local theater. But in the end, even if that doesn't work out, even if I bag another 40 hour position that takes me out of that wonderful movie house experience I will still find time to hang out, volunteer my time, stay on the "payroll" as it were and continue to generate not only goodwill but free movie passes. It may not be a retirement package or a health program I'm enrolled in but for the moment those movie passes feel like a paid vacation, and the thrills I get out of walking in the door gratis are about a great a thing I can think of to take the edge off this job search weary heart of mine.


Good things come to those who wait or, better yet, who hustle their butts as a volunteer out in the community.


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The Grand: now here's a local movie house that does that "volunteer a shift/get a free movie pass" thing right:
http://www.grandcinema.com/

Laserdisc central


Okay, just what I needed. Another format, another platform to play movies on. It's already tough enough finding time to watch all the movies I currently have in house, but, you see, I keep seeing these large, glistening discs all over town and I had this intense desire to see how they looked, how they played on my big analog set. I knew that I was still a few years away from Bluray, from a high def set to play those discs on. I knew that I really didn't have a right to drag yet another piece of gear into my life but the desire alone gave me another reason to get out of the house, gave me one more thing to look for when I went out and about on my second hand shopping excursions. It's a good thing, really, to be able to broaden the focus. Well, maybe. Goodness, what does it matter, all this philosophical bantering? I am now in for a penny, in for about a hundred bucks.

BUT! You see, it wasn't a bad deal as deals go. I wasn't looking for it, but I have had it on my mind for a quite a while now. I saw a nice videodisc deck last December when I was in Seattle, at that new Goodwill there in Ballard. Big as a vinyl record turntable, heavy, clean. I kept seeing titles around town that I wanted to buy, but, what was the point? I didn't have anything to play them on. So I let things go, as well we should. And then the Hollywood store closings changed the game for a while, kept my focus on finding Criterion prints there on the cheap. And that, dear readers, is really what started this whole affair. The high cost of Criterion prints out in the world, the big box bookstores, even online. I wanted to somehow beat that, and well, ask long enough and the gods hear your supplications.

I walked into Goodwill yesterday with a ten spot in my pocket, thought to myself, cool, I'll go in and find a handful of movies, blow a couple, three bucks, take off to do other things with my day. And indeed I did find a couple movies right off the bat to take home. A remastered copy of Snow White. A Hong Kong print of Iron Monkey II. I was thrilled. Then, baby, the thrill was gone. I saw out of the corner of my eye a HUGE collection of laserdiscs in the book aisle. Well, all big, new to the store, fancy looking collections must be checked out. What a freaking mistake that was. BUT, and here's the big but, what caught my eye right away was the Criterion name on top of the packaging. I knew right then and there I was doomed.

What a nice small haul it was, considering the label. Brazil. Shine. Chasing Amy. Seven. Robocop. Silverado. Four bucks each. Clean, no scratches, great box sets, lots of features, lots of pluses. Okay, but what good were they going to do me without a player to play them on? Well, lo and behold, off to the right, on the electronics shelf, now conveniently placed a couple feet from the movies was a Pioneer deck, clean, with a manual, fifteen bucks. Damn and double damn!

So, I walked out of the store with a player, those above mentioned Criterion prints, a nice Clint Eastwood box set containing a documentary and all the Dirty Harry films and a handful of other titles including unopened copies of Young Frankestein and The Return of the Pink Panther. I left behind a number of great movies titles that I may go back and look for later on, well, maybe, after I pay the lights and gas. No good having that new player around if there's no juice in the sockets to play it with!

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

How Stuff Works: The Projector


Wow! Now the mystery of what the projectionist does up there in the booth is revealed! Just the little video attached to this article is worth seeing if you want to get a feel for what my projectionist experience has all about! The gear that I work with doesn't have automatic rewinding, as it's an older model and doesn't come with any modern bells and whistles but everything else in that video is spot on. I can practically use this as a tutorial on those days when I could use a little mental brushing up on the ins and outs of threading a projector! Enjoy!

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How Stuff Works:
http://www.howstuffworks.com/movie-projector.htm/printable

Here's another take on the projectionist's art:
http://www.hometheaterhifi.com/volume_6_2/feature-anightintheprojectionbooth.html

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Small town movie house


I got lucky, plain and simple.

A month or so ago I decided to take a walk down the block to see the manager of our little local art house theater to see if he could use my volunteer services again. As I strolled up to the door I saw the manager do a double take. He was in the lobby talking to an old friend of his, another pal who was deep into the movie business, and as I came in he related to me that he had just brought up my name just a second before I walked up to the door. As it goes my old friend, the young manager of the movie house, was looking to get out from under the duty of running the place and thought I might be interested. Looking into his eyes I could tell he was a bit weary and that he needed a break. Two full time jobs, a handful of kids, a newborn, yeah, a busy life will do that to a man. So, of course, I said to him, "sure, when do I start?"

So, a few weeks ago I got into the saddle and have been riding hard ever since. Five days a week I train and I sweat and in the midst of it all I am finding that I am truly having one hell of a good time. I work with dandy, talented and enthusiastic young staff, all of them real, true movie heads. They are all well versed on film new and old, watch them at all hours all the while doing all sorts of other young gal and guy stuff, hanging out with friends, gaming, attending classes, playing music, taking trips into the city to, of course, catch rare and delightful movies that don't always make their way across the pond to the peninsula.

It's a grand bit of volunteer duty, learning everything from the fine art of making movie popcorn (one scoop of p-corn, one large spoonful of specialty oil and one small touch of a delightful mystery powder that truly turns plain old popcorn into movie house gold!), to cleaning windows and scrubbing sinks. These days I find myself doing wonderfully mundane things like sweeping floors, changing the letters on the marquee, building and breaking down films and, most importantly, threading the projector. Believe it or not I turned away from volunteering with this bunch last fall because I just couldn't wrap my head around the ins and outs of that damn piece of machinery. But this week I successfully threaded not just one but two films perfectly, much to my satisfaction and to the quiet amazement of my college bound colleague.

Love that job, love the endless popcorn, the movie passes to other houses in the chain, the midnight screenings to check out the films we built only hours before. I love the camraderie, the spirit, the walls up in the projection booth papered with films I've seen, I own or have immense respect and love for, sight unseen. I think that if nothing else happens, if this job only lasts a few months, I will look back at this moment, at this chance to run my little local movie house, as the watershed career moment I have been craving for years, a job I truly wanted and needed and just didn't know it at the time.

Gosh, screen 'em, Dano!

Action!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Exploding clowns


There is nothing more satisfying on a beautiful summer's day than a morning wasted on a direct-to-dvd, 100% certified "B" feature. The sun is shining, the air cool and inviting, the morning stretches out before me like a magic carpet and in the midst of all that God given beauty I found comfort squandering a bit of this preciously short and sweet life on Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball.

Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 28. Allmovie didn't bother to rate it all. I am sure if I really wanted somebodies opinion I could find it right away online, but, you know, I really don't care to hear what those poobutts have to say. It wasn't an Academy award winner or a Sundance film I was in the mood for this morning. I wanted something to get me past this seriously bad attack of grown up itus I am suffering from. No, I don't want to go to work or even look for it, I want a summer vacation, I want to sit on the beach, have little mamasitas bring grilled fish and coconut pie to me while I rest, somewhat borracho, under the shade of ratty ass palapa somewhere down on the Mexican Riviera.

The Smokin' Aces films are the kind you put on if you can't get away, if your summer vacations look like anything close to mine. Better yet, they're the kind of movies you want close at hand when the buzz of that inexpensive Merlot you were nursing has worn off and you have a bit of latent sugar energy coursing through your veins that you need to burn off. Anymore these days I have a hell of time making it to two or three in the morning when movies like this really do the trick. There are nights when I wake up with all the worries of the world nestled right next to my head on my fluffy down pillow where a movie like SA2 would really fit the bill. This morning, well, I was wide awake, antsy, a bit bored and it suited my needs perfectly!

It wasn't the kind of movie I would want to chase down if only had a couple bucks in my pocket. There wasn't a class A director attached to it and there wasn't really a stellar line up of stars tacked onto it, either, but those who turned out for it were grand. Tom Beringer? Goodness, where has he been? Vinnie Jones? Always a pleasure. The rest of the names and faces of the rest of the cast are somewhat familiar and yet lost on me. Some were carry overs from the original film (SA2, by the way, if you care to know, is a prequel..somehow we couldn't let loose of those endearing manaical characters who survived the 2007 action comedy slip away without slipping another check into their pockets..) many were just celluloid faces, stock action film character actors, some atrocious, some spot on, but most..well, what's the point of being critical? This film had was made for popcorn and a chaser not the red carpet treatment.

Truly, it was a bit of mindless summer fun. Wickedly good looking ninja star wielding pistol packin' gals, hilarious rednecks toting oversized military weapons, English footballer types utilizing the most foul (possibly Craftsman) tools around to extract pain from clients, heck, it even had exploding dwarfs being shot from a circus cannon. Tell me, does any film that qualifies for the Palme d'Or have any of that going for it?

I can't say when this movie will ever screen again around here but as for my satifying my needs today? Yeah, it was golden! Now, anyone care to sit and catch a little bit of Ingmar Bergman or Woody Allen?

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Cornucopia of film


It wasn't enough that Hollywood Video decided to go out of business and had to sell off all their titles. That act of contrition left me hurtin' and outrageously broke, all that chasing down of titles up and down the coast and all over the Northwest, all those well thought out price concious sales, taking each and every store in the country running down their inventory one by one, customers wiping out rare and special titles at any given price, leaving all too many at lower and ever lower prices until I found myself going back for more and more stock that I either didn't have, passed over at higher prices or stuff I just plain didn't see before.

So, there's that, the passing of Hollywood and the loading up of my cinema larder. Not that THAT hasn't been going on for years thanks to Goodwill and all the regional pawn shops. Yeah, thank you, God of Flickers. Yes, I was and am a happy man. Now, just when I am overloaded and somewhat satiated, with flicks piled up all around the house, they both lower their prices on films. Fifty cents a throw for tapes, two bucks for a DVD, and, if I am so inclined and want to find titles on Blu-ray for my kids, I can get those for ten dollars a throw or less.

I am sitting on shipper box after banana box filled to the brim with movies, quite a few of which I have never seen before, only read about or heard about or was just intrigued by the jacket art and blurb. And then, just when you would think it was safe to settle in and watch a couple movies a night at home what happens? I suddenly have free access to the whole local movie house chain I volunteer for! I have to say that that last part is an outrage! Don't they know I just don't have time for new films when I have all that old stuff to watch? Damn, just when I thought I was going to get ahead of the game.

I know one thing I have to do and need to do it soon, if anything for the sake of posterity and insurance claims and that's to do a thorough inventory of my stock, type up a list of all the titles I have, if anything just so I can go against the 1001 Movies I Must Watch Before I Die, or whatever the title of that book is called. I know I have quite a few to catch up on, even more to watch again. If that were the only thing I ever had to do in this world I would be happy, but man, a guy has to earn a living...

Oh, okay, there we go! Roger Ebert, old buddy, move on over or at least train me to follow up in your footsteps or something! My heart and my pocket book are in the right place! I must put all those movies, new, old and upcoming, to good use! Oh like, maybe, watch them? Okay, well, I have time for at least a couple flicks tonight...the line up for this evening are Lumet's Night Falls on Manhattan and Eric Red's horror fest Body Parts. Why I am not watching the recently purchased Slave Girls From Beyond Infinity or the Roger Corman like, early Jack Nicholson biker flick Rebel Rousers is beyond me. Oh well, there's always tomorrow morning!

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

On the couch with Jane: We all want to be found




I somehow stumbled on this film back in the summer of '05. Where I found it I can't be sure. Was it in the branch collection? On the "new arrivals" shelf at Hollywood Video? It doesn't matter now but somehow it went toe to toe with your viewing of Spanglish that long ago summer. You were desparate to get me to watch Spanglish. You watched it once on your own, on one of those famous popcorn/movie Sundays, then you tuned into it again when your sis came by for a visit. Somehow THAT love story caught your eye, one that was sweetly tragic, patently sad, a story of unfulfilled, unrequited love.

I, in turn, really took to that very same theme delivered up, Tokyo style, in Lost in Translastion. Maybe it was the protagonists in our respective films that made that tragic sad message resonate. I loved watching Bill Murray suffer, hated watching him pile back into his taxi, one that would take him to the airport, back to his insufferable wife, to his stullifying life. I studied those two films back to back and maybe, because the time is right, because it's a solid five years since I've seen those two films together on the same playbill, that I need to watch them this weekend. to see if the message is still the same, see if those characters still speak to me after all those years.

We've lived a hard five years since we talked about those movies under that shade tree, the one on the edge of that red dirt j-high track, the one down and around the corner from the path through the berry brambles where we once feasted on sunripened berries. It's been a long time since I've watched Spanglish, and I am sure it's only because I knew once I did I would be flooded with memories of that hot, bothersome and wistfully painful summer. But then, see, that's what those movies were all about, about love sipped, lightly tasted then set down, put away. That love was too heady of a brew, too heavy of a meal, a sweetly poisonous repast that we had to taste and leave behind if only because, from watching the movies, we already knew what the ending would be all about.

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http://thehighhat.com/Nitrate/002/lost_in_translation.html


Roger Ebert's take on Lost in Translation:

http://www.franciste.com/images/art_pieces/lost_in_translation.jpg


LA Times: 50 Tokyo taxi toppers:
http://www.latimesmagazine.com/2010/05/50-tokyo-taxi-tops.html

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Now you tell me!




"Film Projectors

In 2005, less than 100 movie screens in the United States used digital projectors. Now there are close to 16,000 digital cinema screens, with over 5,000 of them having stereoscopic (3-D) capabilities. Digital film projectors allow a cleaner and crisper viewing experience compared to traditional film projectors, which often makes the picture scratch or break. Movie studios are also pulling for the full digital revolution, as it saves them significant costs in making film prints and shipping them to and from the theaters in bulky metal containers. "

Excerpt from 11 Technologies in Danger of Going Extinct

And all I have to say is "Great! Now you tell just when I finally have a handle on threading that damn projector!

Action!

Full article below..oh yeah, say goodbye to your fax machine and e-book reader, too!

Small quibble



$ (Dollars) Review
by Brendon Hanley

"After the success of Bullitt, crime movies felt the need to include high-velocity audience grabbers. The same year as The French Connection, $ (Dollars) featured a bizarre, laughably long -- it lasts more than twenty minutes -- chase scene with almost no dialogue and a rather shrill score by Quincy Jones. Was this a comment on the trend? More likely, it was director Richard Brooks' attempt to catch up with the times. Brooks had made a number of important Hollywood movies (Blackboard Jungle, In Cold Blood) and was probably feeling pressure from the new wave of young filmmakers weaned on a French disregard for rules. $ was his attempt at the "avant-garde," which may also account for the film's wild swings in mood and tone. Regardless, Warren Beatty's charm and Goldie Hawn's winsome good looks help make the movie a pleasant bit of 1970s fun. "

Thanks, Allmovie, for the dandy review of a film that really got lost in the shuffle of seventies cinematic greats. I was kept on the edge of my seat, sometimes far too long, during the screeing of this audacious and fun filled flick. Somehow, in the midst of Bullitt and The French Connection and all the rest of those other classic new Hollywood flicks that were prescribed for my enlightenment back in the day this thriller/buddy/action piece slipped right on by. And maybe that's why that one little snippet of drug laced humor towards the end of the film was so touching, so laughable, so rotten in its delivery.

When the bad guys were trusting the courier to deliver a number of bottles of acid to Hamburg they weren't passing along drain cleaner, so why, when the somewhat evil US Army Top Kick takes a celebratory swig of a supposed bottle of high end bubbly does he do the instant clutched throat death scene as if he just took a big hit out of a bottle of Drano? The truly wicked courier did a switcheroo, sure, put the flagons of LSD in champagne bottles in order to clear customs, but if a man were to take a hit from one of those bottles he wouldn't expire like the guy did up on the big screen, he would just trip out massively and seemingly endlessly for hours on end.

I am sure that there would have been times during that long and winding trip when that character would wished to die, but then again, considering the times, the supposed purity, the quantity we saw him imbibe, I am sure that on the psychic plane he did die many times over. Afterwards, if he had any thoughts of his own left inside his paisley colored mind, he wouldn't have remembered his role in any kind of caper. But die? I don't think so. What kind of acid were they talking about, anyway? Oh, yeah, right, this was screened in Des Moines, too. Just say no!

Okay, go find the movie. Goldie Hawn was wonderfully silly and charming, Warren Beatty never more handsome and the twists and turns in the plot were dandy. Once hard to find even on VHS this oldie but goodie is worth the hassle to seek out.

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Something Wicked that way plays


There was a time when I took my true calling for granted. Looking back I was about as close as I could be to really assuming the mantle of a being my father's boy, of being yet another Hice in the movie industry. Sure, it wouldn't have been as a grip, but then, with alittle insistence, I might have been. No, it was that stint with Disney that I sabotaged, that I let go through a general lack of caring, persistance, focus, vision. But then again, what post military hairy chested recently separated drug using heavy drinking kind of guy around the age of twenty three really knows what his true calling is? I was just working, earning a paycheck, not knowing that I had a bit of destiny in my pocket and instead of pulling it out and reading the fine print I tossed that little scrap of paper and my future into the washer, instead.

No matter, you always find that path you were meant to be on at some point along the way, if you truly were seeking it out to begin with. In this case, it might just be all about being an exhibitor. But more on that later. What brought about this little bit of remonstrance this morning was the article posted below, a story about the upcoming screening of rare Disney films, notably Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Back when I worked for WED we were deep in the throes of cranking out big time amusement: EPCOT, Tokyo Disneyland, a revised Fantasyland, the Disney Channel, all that. Lots of irons in the fire, lots of fantasic, imaginative and somewhat wild folk working on really big and wondeful stuff. But the studios were busy, too, talking up the indie film talk, cranking out more edgy fare for a new and more discerning audience. Tron was one thing that was in the pipeline at the time, but Something Wicked was another. Darker than most things that had come out of the studio before, it was a real bellwether piece, one that signaled that gee, we weren't walking around in Walt's old house anymore. Frankly this was a tough thing to pull off as His ghost was everywhere. Everyone had his name close at hand to toss into a conversation and anyone who had anything to do with the Grand Old Man was respected in the way that is usually reserved for folks who have personally talked with God.

As worker bees of WED we had a chance to attend screenings of Disney movies at the studio prior to release to the general public. Something Wicked was a really big event. Bradbury was there, the big wigs were present. There was lots of hoopla, lots of talk. Then it hit the streets and it was another story entirely. Folks didn't know what to think of this brand new dark Disney. And while it had a hard time with the critics, it managed to grab a certain niche of the movie going public that wanted it's Disney scary. Heck, for scary all you have to do was screen Snow White or Pinnochio for a good ol' frightening time, but that's another story entirely.

Now, it seems that Something is a bit of a cult film and it's once again getting it's due with this fresh big time screen release. It's on the playbill with a number of other older and interested bits of Disney fare, but I were you and I lived down south, down in LA with easy access to the this old fare kind of fun (does anyone really have easy access to anything down there in LA?) I would make it a point to jot down the date on your calendar and make the time to catch that flick.

See, there was a time when I was relished playing the role of Mr Dark, even dressed up once as that character at a Disney staffer's Halloween party. Not long afterwards that imfamous blowout I found myself on the employment roles, a victim of "consolidation", just another worn out cog tossed in the rubbish heap because the big jobs were done. But see, I couldn't see my destiny in front of my face as I had other things to do, and, just for the record, I did them. Welding, firefighting, magnetic tape sales, swimsuit fabric inspector, none of those things were what I was meant to be. I went back to school, became a librarian, cycled through a number of wives, ended up in a small burg far up the coast from where all that old stuff started. After years of serving the public and waiting for my destiny to unfold, I am now looking at being a small town theater manager who gets to screen all the sweet and dark and edgy stuff that was promised me years ago, something I might have already been doing if only I had seen the proverbial writing on the wall. Well that's an ending to a story that my father could relate to and that my inner Mr Dark, could approve of.

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http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/herocomplex/2010/08/something-wicked-brings-a-darker-disney-to-arclight.html

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Case of the missing babe



Great poster, you know? Completely dragged me, damn near forced me to buy the DVD, all due to the hyper dynamics of the photoshopped illustration. Almost Frazetta like in it's voluptuousness. Lots of implied mayhem, lots of purported action, bullets flying, hair akimbo, sassy thrust of the hip, gun cocked and ready to fire. All very sexy, a complete and total come on for fanboys everywhere.
Then I went and watched the movie. Hmm, maybe Bitch Slap would have been a better choice? All I know is that the movie had it moments, that there was a promising set shoot out piece that didn't really evolve the way that I had hoped (did Heat and Public Enemies spoil me for life?), that the character development was edgy but had already been done better in a half dozen other crime films and that really stellar marquee actors (Faye Dunaway! Malcolm McDowell!) were spot on but squandered, like spending top dollar on Sabretts hot dogs for a backyard bbq kids party.
Sure, I liked the ending, liked it alot, but still. Yeah, still I wondered where was the babe on the box cover? Where was the short midriff shirt, the black bandana, the really big pistol? Why didn't they play up the Luche Libre masks on the box instead of that oh so sexy bandita thing (really, loved that bandoleer of bullets! New fashion accessory on the South Side? Stranger things have happened!)?
Oh, well, it was a Sunday early evening film. I wanted B, I got B. B as in babes, b as in bullets, nada mas. Oh, okay, then, b as in Bueno, good enough for me.
Action!