Oscars Already?

Every year, after the Golden Globes are over, the Oscars still seem so very far away. And yet, six weeks later, they're here before you know it. This year's timeline was ramped up quite a bit for me, as I was preparing and soon after executing a move to Los Angeles, a city I am now proud to call home. Tomorrow, I will enjoy the Academy Awards not from the comfort of my living room, but in the welcoming arms of the Silent Movie Theater, a wonderful establishment about which I'm sure I will write more in the future.

First, though, I want to direct you to a piece I wrote for Battleship Pretension that outlines my general feelings on the Oscars. I'm not one of those movie fans who decries the whole operation only to tune in with great anticipation every year. I love the Oscars, through and through.

For those of you curious about the competition, might I recommend catching up with the coverage over at Yidio? We've been covering all the Best Picture nominees and those competing in major creative categories, making predictions and taking sides.

And finally, for funsies, here are the predictions I'm going with in my yearly competition with my girlfriend. I've never felt less certain of victory.

Picture - The Social Network
Actor - Colin Firth (The King's Speech)
Actress - Natalie Portman (Black Swan)
Supporting Actor - Christian Bale (The Fighter)
Supporting Actress - Hailee Steinfeld (True Grit)
Director - David Fincher (The Social Network)
Original Screenplay - David Seidler (The King's Speech)
Adapted Screenplay - Aaron Sorkin (The Social Network)
Animated Film - Toy Story 3
Foreign Language Film - In a Better World
Cinematography - Roger Deakins (True Grit)
Editing - Andrew Weisblum (Black Swan)
Art Direction - Robert Stromberg, Karen O'Hara (Alice in Wonderland)
Costume Design - Colleen Atwood (Alice in Wonderland)
Makeup - Adrien Morot (Barney's Version)
Original Score - Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross (The Social Network)
Original Song - Alan Menken and Glenn Slater ("I See the Light," Tangled)
Sound Mixing - Lora Hirschberg, Gary Rizzo, Ed Novick (Inception)
Sound Editing - Richard King (Inception)
Visual Effects - Chris Corbould, Andrew Lockley, Pete Bebb, Paul J. Franklin (Inception)
Documentary - Restrepo


I'm not even going to bother listing my picks for short subject. I'm a bad person and never get around to seeing them, so they're complete guesses.

The End of the Century: Robert Altman's Popeye

Robert Altman gets a lot of (due) credit for a lot of things, but one thing I don't see mentioned enough is how effortlessly he expresses something essential about a place. And more amazingly, what he's expressing changes and grows from film to film. His work across many genres and tones seem to stretch wider than the films they inhabit, influencing the next and the one before it and the one decades ahead. His view of Los Angeles in The Player is more magical and charming because of The Long Goodbye and California Split, and more cynical because he'd be back in town the following year for Short Cuts, and more unnerving because of 3 Women, which doesn't really take place in Los Angeles so much as a desert on the outskirts, but then none of his films really take place in Los Angeles, do they?

Altman's view of the world is sort of like that - one step removed from reality, a little heightened, and never exactly consistent (certainly from picture to picture). One could call it a certain detached bemusement, but the sadness over the state of the world in McCabe is miles from the bitter anger of Short Cuts, and neither do much to explain anything about The Long Goodbye. Popeye is not so far removed - though set in the fictional and clearly constructed town of Sweethaven, Altman captures the town no differently than he did Los Angeles, Nashville, or the similarly-constructed town of Presbyterian Church in McCabe and Mrs. Miller. It's Altman's most exaggerated reality, but not by as much as you would think.

As much credit as he gets for dialogue, Altman has a unique talent for filtering seemingly diametric world views through his own, expressing equally everything that made the original (book, short story, play, radio show, comic strip) so beloved and a certain way of seeing things that you won't necessarily find in his other work or the source material itself. This is why A Prairie Home Companion is everything that makes the radio show so great (yes, I am a fan of Garrison Keillor, and whatever that makes me is whatever it makes me), while still being as uniquely Altman as The Long Goodbye, which is in turn a perfect modern interpretation of Raymond Chandler. Never mind Short Cuts, which is so exactly evocative of Raymond Carver that you cannot, for the life of you, explain what exactly makes it different from reading his short stories.

So yes, where was I? Right. Popeye, of course, SOUNDS like a Robert Altman film. There are more throwaway jokes in the dialogue than most films have right up front, and Popeye's mumbling from the classic Fleischer cartoons - long my favorite aspect of those cartoons - is a constant companion in a very strange journey (not unlike Phillip Marlowe's live-read voiceover in The Long Goodbye, but even less coherent). And Popeye really is equal parts Altman and, well...Popeye. I'm hardly a historian on the cartoon icon; I know he started in a comics form that I've never read, but I know the cartoons very well. More accurately, I know how they feel, and Altman's film is a remarkable recreation of that feeling. Spontaneous, inventive, unbound by any physical limitations, boundlessly joyful, and weirdly musical.

That last part is where the Altman influence is felt strongest. Music plays a surprising role in Altman's films, be they out-and-out musicals like Nashville or mood pieces like McCabe and Mrs. Miller, 3 Women, or The Long Goodbye, the musical elements play as much a role in setting tone as the cinematography or performances. The credit sequences of McCabe and 3 Women are enough proof alone - you instantly know exactly the film you're watching.








Popeye is Altman's most outwardly musical film, with characters regularly bursting into unannounced, completely delightful songs (by Harry Nilsson), but the music feels ingrained in the people of Sweethaven as a way of life. In a manner not dissimilar from Jacques Demy's masterpiece, The Young Girls of Rochefort, characters will sing bits of songs out of context and have a more fluid way of moving than is natural. It's a common, shallow, cynical approach to complain that musicals aren't realistic because who just bursts into song anyway, but musicals do suffer when they try to create some realistic environment in which the characters do just that. Musicals are better for the realm of some degree of fantasy, and Popeye toes that line so perfectly you wonder why a) it has been so totally dismissed over the last thirty years, and b) more musicals don't understand these simple principles.

I really do honestly wonder why Popeye has the reputation it does. It's pointed to as the film that ended Altman's career until his resurgence in the '90s, but it did astonishingly well at the box office. In doing some research, I found a pretty thorough and almost convincing takedown of the film, but it is only so if you buy into the idea that a Popeye film can only be one thing. Don't get me wrong, I picked up on the Marxist leanings, too, but this IS still a Robert Altman film after all. If you're not onboard with radical leftist thinking, Popeye is merely the least complex distillation of Altman's political leanings (you know, for kids!). I just never really tend to fault a film for having a point of view.


And Popeye does have so much worth celebrating beyond any discussion of its politics (and anyone who faults its gender politics really isn't familiar with Popeye in any iteration). It's completely charming through and through, oddly sweet at points, and has the most remarkable performance by a baby that you've ever seen. Honest. It jettisons the concept of story structure out the window pretty quickly, and is all the better for it. It opens up the film, leaves room for the small joys to take center stage. In many ways it was the last of Altman's '70s films. Not just chronologically, but it was the last time Altman would have such resources until the '90s, the last time he'd make a film that centered around small moments. For all the pleasures of his later work, they were much more driven, less lived in, more complex, less...pure. Popeye was his last pure film.

Whatever your reaction, it's on Netflix streaming, and you have very little to lose by giving it a go.

Best House Ever?

One of the pleasures of moving to LA has been decorating the new place from the ground up. The Portland apartment was rather hastily assembled, but a surprising amount of care and attention to detail has been afforded the new Hollywood location. And so it's resulted in things like the image above, of the wall adjacent to the kitchen.

In other news, I cannot say enough how great LA is. For all the talk about how it steals your soul with its glamorous-but-ultimately-shallow lifestyle and how there's no art or culture or intellectual pursuits, I have experienced a stunning amount of art and culture and been afforded some very rewarding opportunities. All in under a month. I liked living in Boston, and Lord knows I love Portland, but LA is really something else, man. Oh, and the weather kicks ass.

Nose to the Grindstone

What can I say, I've been busy. I have a couple of pieces in the works for this site, but in the meantime I've been overwhelmed by some projects that might actually bring, y'know, a little money to the old bank account. In the meantime, I have two new pieces up at Battleship Pretension. The first is the beginning of a series going through the rather amazing Criterion box set America Lost and Found: The BBS Story. I'm going in order, so of course that forced me to try to unwrap the undeniably strange Head (Bob Rafelson, 1968).

On the more linear side, I also have a review of Aaron Katz's new film, Cold Weather, which is starting its theatrical run nationwide. And can I just say I really love living in LA and getting movies right when they come out instead of at some undetermined point down the road? It's bliss.

If you really need me on a more regular basis, I'm writing news for Yidio. But I do hope to have a couple of the old in-depth, obsessive pieces up here before long.

Well, uh, Fark you too, buddy!

So my most recent Shadowlocked article, Why Robin Gives Me Hope for The Dark Knight Rises, netted me my first appearance on that most holy of Internet methods of mass distribution, Fark. It also netted me a series of incredibly amusing and bewildering comments (courtesy of Fark, naturally). And this would have been enough to completely make my day if I hadn't finished it with Robert Altman's Popeye, which was unbelievable amounts of fun. Not many movies can keep me smilin' the whole way through, and even fewer get a laugh out of me when I'm all alone, but Popeye absolutely did both. I'll have much more to say about it when I get my thoughts together.

Men of Violence

A piece on Otto Preminger's superb Where the Sidewalk Ends, Dana Andrews' eyes, and workplace relations is now up over at The Battleship Pretension. For those who aren't familiar and have not seen the light, BP has long been, for my money, as good as film podcasts go, and I'm truly honored to be a part of their expanding venture into blogging. So by all means, read what I wrote, and definitely listen to the podcast.