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Closed captioned

(pensive orchestration) I contemplate my life. (distant music; eerie, tentative) It is dark in here. What is this place? (music intensifies) I am born, wailing like I know what I’m in for. (Baby Elephant Walk) 10 pounds, 11 ounces. (baby crying) Colic for three months. (playful orchestration) I learn to talk, walk. Nothing goes really […]

High Sierra

The last heist ends as you knew it would: Roy Earle tumbling from the high sierra. His weeping woman; his crying dog.  But before that, love, for which Palance and Winters are too pretty, too well-fed; even in CinemaScope even in Warnercolor love needs Bogart and Lupino, their small desperation,  the sharp angularity of his […]

The truth about dream people

Summoned again from Central Casting you laugh in the studio commissary as we traject our waking hours. Eating; talking. Still wearing last night’s costumes. You get the joke: The play’s the thing. Wardrobe calls, make-up; the lines you speak, or not. Cameo or character; a star turn. A love scene, or hate. Murder, or redemption, […]

From here

The surf rolls over their impress still the sand at Halona Cove does not erase  Lancaster and Kerr embracing here forever consumed by hunger they cannot sate.  Sinatra looks for trouble and finds it finds it in spades keeps finding it. Clift still loves the Army which doesn’t love him still plays  a beautiful bugle […]

Inconvenience practice

You know it’s a good day when your biggest disappointment is not being able to livestream a Roy Rogers movie more than half a century after Trigger was taxidermied. The Trail of Robin Hood — a Christmas-themed 1950 Western in which the cowboy’s stunning Palomino gets star billing  — is apparently too wholesomely chunky to […]

Rack focus

There’s a term in cinema for a technique in which the filmmaker changes the camera’s focus during a shot, drawing the viewer’s attention first to one part of the frame, then to another. Rack focus exploits the human desire for clarity and for certainty;   our eyes go unerringly to what we can most clearly […]

Dog day

No crying in baseball

A few months back, I wrote about plantis prematuris, that annual futility rite in which winter-weary gardeners seduced by the scent of spring till the soil far too early, knowing full well that frost, snow or some other predictable calamity is apt to kill their tender young charges. I planted kale and spinach – two cold-weather crops — […]