Showing posts with label David Lynch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Lynch. Show all posts

Sunday, October 22, 2023

OVP: Director (2001)

OVP: Best Director (2001)

The Nominees Were...


Robert Altman, Gosford Park
David Lynch, Mulholland Drive
Ron Howard, A Beautiful Mind
Peter Jackson, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Ridley Scott, Black Hawk Down

My Thoughts: We are nearing the end of our 2001 races, and we're now getting to maybe the most maligned Oscar race of my lifetime, certainly the most-maligned Best Director race of my lifetime.  The Oscars have a very specific type of brand, and also a grand history of rejecting major names in directing.  Alfred Hitchcock, Stanley Kubrick, Akira Kurosawa, & Ingmar Bergman-all icons of cinema, all nominated for Best Director...all never won it.  In 2001, Oscar decided in a field of no previous winners that Ron Howard was the most overdue for a victory, and to Howard's detriment, only one of the four directors competing against him has won since, making this look like he took the statue from three legends making better films.

I wish I could stand here and say that Howard is being misrepresented or defend the guy, but I can't.  Howard is capable of directing good movies, and A Beautiful Mind is a good movie, but the direction is the weakest aspect of the film.  The additions of the queer narrative at the edges, the way that Connelly's character feels like just a vessel for Crowe to pass through, and the schmaltzy ending all are choices by the director to lean into the sentimental, rather than the compelling or charming aspects of Crowe's leading work.  It feels like a paint-by-numbers approach from a director who had been doing job-for-hire work for nearly two decades come 2001.

While the other three have the chance still to win a competitive Oscar (and Jackson, of course, already took one for this category two years later), the ship has sailed for Robert Altman.  While Gosford Park is not his best movie, it is a very strong film, and one that encapsulates what he does well.  I love the way that the camera feels like a spectator, passing between rooms & catching little conversations in real time.  This is a staple of Altman's style, but it also works particularly well between the upstairs/downstairs angles, where you are catching things that the wealthy crowd missed because they're the ones talking.

Mulholland Drive is not showing up again from Oscar (I'll be talking through it a bit more in the My Ballot), so I want to profess my love of it on record since this was its only nomination.  I think what Lynch does here is genius, giving us the world of a young woman, desperate for fame, and what happens to that young woman when it doesn't materialize.  The way that it's structured is meant to be ambiguous, but it works well.  The movies are about us projecting our insecurities, our desires, our revenges...all of it onto a beautiful pixilated figure coming out of the darkness.  Lynch captures that essence while also showing the dangers of living your life as if it's destined for the stars.

Ridley Scott, a year after coming within centimeters of winning this trophy outright, got something of an afterglow nomination for Black Hawk Down.  I think this is good-the attack scenes are tight, and the balance with what we learn from the other actors when they aren't in action is also good.  I would've liked a bit more perspective, or maybe some sort of mix on the "war is hell" trope that I didn't already see from him, particularly given it's Scott (who we know is capable of such intellectual exercises).  It's a good, solidly-constructed war film, but I want more when we're talking Oscar.

Peter Jackson would win an Oscar two years later for Return of the King, but this is a friendly reminder that with the OVP, you only judge what's in front of you (and not if they'll win a different year), and with Fellowship of the Ring, you get something pretty remarkable.  The preamble is perfectly done, giving us exposition without it feeling that way, and the ending works pretty well too; yes, it's not a complete film like the other four, but it does stand alone too.  In the middle, we get a dozen brilliant characters introduced, a long movie that never feels like it's serving up dishes to spare, and several miraculous performances.

Other Precursor Contenders: The Globes went with Robert Altman (I didn't remember that either), besting Howard, Jackson, Lynch, Baz Luhrmann (Moulin Rouge!), and Steven Spielberg (AI: Artificial Intelligence).  The DGA went to Howard against Jackson, Luhrmann, Scott, & Christopher Nolan (Memento), while BAFTA went to Jackson against Howard, Altman, Luhrmann, & Jean-Pierre Jeunet (Amelie).  Of the crew...it's gotta be Luhrmann, right?  I mean, he also got in with Best Picture and his leading lady was nominated-it screams sixth place.
Directors I Would Have Nominated: Luhrmann's miss here is so bizarre not just because he hit every checkmark headed into the night, but also because he deserved to be there.  Totally robbed, and should've gotten his first (and for my money, only) directing nomination for Moulin Rouge!.
Oscar's Choice: I'm guessing there was at least some movement toward Jackson, but the acolytes for Altman & Scott also deserving trophies probably took some of his support, and Howard nabbed the statue.
My Choice: Jackson, for sure...this birthed an entire new chapter in cinema, he deserves credit for that.  Lynch, Altman, Scott, and then Howard follow.

Those were my thoughts-how about yours?  Do you want to join me over in the Shire, or do I dare to ask if Ron Howard has his supporters?  We know Altman's time has passed, but will Lynch or Scott get their trophy (or at least an Honorary) before their time is up?  And why did Baz get skipped here?  Share your thoughts in the comments!
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Friday, June 30, 2023

Lost Highway (1997)

Film: Lost Highway (1997)
Stars: Bill Pullman, Patricia Arquette, Balthazar Getty, Robert Blake, Robert Loggia, Richard Pryor
Director: David Lynch
Oscar History: No nominations
Snap Judgment Ranking: 4/5 stars

Throughout the month of June we will be doing a Film Noir Movie Marathon, featuring fifteen film noir classics that I'll be seeing for the first time.  Reviews of other film noir classics are at the bottom of this article.

We're going to end our series (thanks for playing along!) in the 1990's, a bit further than we normally go with film noir month, but there's a reason for that.  While the 1970's and early 1980's were the most fruitful period of neo-noir, the genre continues into today, and had something of a unique transformation in the 1990's, both in terms of throwbacks (Miller's Crossing, LA Confidential) and then a series of reinventions or surrealistic takes on the genre.  This was primarily driven by one director, who has spent most of his career doing takes on neo-noir: David Lynch.  Lynch's most famous works almost entirely are driven by the concept of noir; Twin Peaks, Blue Velvet, and Mulholland Drive are heavily borrowing from the genre.  In picking our film today, I hadn't seen the first of the three "Los Angeles" trilogy pictures that Lynch made from 1997-2006, and thought it would be appropriate to end with the director and Lost Highway.

(Spoilers Ahead) We'll get into it in a second, but this is a David Lynch film, so plot, even if you're watching with a magnifying glass, is hard to summarize but I'll give it a go.  The film opens with Fred Madison (Pullman) a musician who is suffering with sexual impotency in his marriage to wife Renee (Arquette).  The two are receiving strange videos of their house, and then eventually of them sleeping, with no indication as to who it is until one night when Pullman meets a Mystery Man (Blake) at a cocktail party, and he pulls a trick, calling essentially himself on a phone with no explanation as to how he did it.  We see in the next video that Fred gets sent that he is murdering his wife in it, and he is sentenced to death row, until one day...he disappears, and in his place is a young mechanic named Pete Dayton (Getty).  Pete works for a crook (and small-time porn producer) named Mr. Eddy (Loggia), whom we understand later is also named Dick Laurent, whom we hear mentioned in the opening scene by a disembodied voice when they tell Fred "Dick Laurent is dead."  Pete is having an affair with Alice, who looks just like Renee (and is also played by Arquette).  The film ends in a bit of a conundrum, with Pete transforming back into Fred, the Mystery Man shooting Mr. Eddy dead, and then whispering something to Fred that we don't hear.  The movie ends with Fred fulfilling his own destiny by turning out to be the man who says "Dick Laurent is dead" before going on a police chase, likely to his doom.

In 1997, the film was dismissed by critics who claimed it made no sense, but it developed a cult following (likely by gaining easy comparisons to Lynch's better-received Mulholland Drive a few years later), and is generally considered to be a good movie now (it just got a 4K restoration from Criterion).  Watching it having already seen Mulholland Drive, I can see the corollaries, but honestly-it's Lynch's clear obsession with older film noir, specifically two classics of the genre (Detour and Kiss Me Deadly, both of which we've done in past seasons and have reviews at the bottom of this article) that kind of give you a guide to the film.  So for the rest of this article, we're going to also issue a double spoiler alert for both of these movies.

Detour, in particular, is easy to spot here.  Lost Highway is about a man who cannot sexually fulfill his wife, and is dealing with the violent anger he feels as a result of that.  This is true to a degree to Detour, which shows a man who cannot land the woman he wants & is on the run, likely from the law, and being seduced (like Lost Highway) by a woman who is far beneath the "station" of the woman he wants, but still he has sex with her (in Detour, metaphorically, and in Lost Highway, literally).  In both movies, though, it's clear that the main protagonist is lying to the audience.  In Detour, this was to get around the Hays Code, while in Lost Highway it's to heighten the metaphor.  Pullman's Fred can't please his wife, so he transforms into someone he thinks can-a hyper-virile, sexy younger man in the form of Balthazar Getty, who is so horny he has both a hot girlfriend and a hotter side piece.

The film's odes to Kiss Me Deadly are also quite evident.  That movie is focused in large part on interchangeable women, but ones whom the audience knows are more important to the story than the men using them as props realize.  In that film, Cloris Leachman starts the film as a doomed figure who knows more than she's letting on (just like Arquette's Renee) while Gaby Rodgers is the embodiment of Arquette's Alice, an at-first sweet, likely victim...who turns out to have a sociopathic side that also includes agendas that we as the audience never entirely understand.

All of this is to say, I liked Lost Highway, but I didn't love it in the same way I did those two films, even though writing about it it's clear Lynch was showing off and maybe this will play better if I ever revisit.  Pullman & Getty are both intriguing, but the camera pulls back too much, perhaps not wanting to give away the ending.  I wanted more hints of Pullman's madness within (I think it's clear in retrospect that he did kill Renee, or at least some form of him did, because he was angry he couldn't fulfill her sexually), while I wanted more sexuality from Getty's character.  We see multiple sex scenes where Arquette is objectified, which is perhaps the point (this is Fred's fantasy...he doesn't care that the audience also wants to fuck Getty), but it maybe would've helped the cause more if they'd objectified their leading man too.

The best part of the movie, and I can't deny it, is Robert Blake.  Blake was in his late sixties when this came out, and had already had a really long career.  Blake was the very rare child star of the Golden Age of Hollywood (he appeared in the Little Rascals comedies and the Red Ryder westerns), before finding success as an adult in In Cold Blood and TV's Baretta.  He is superb as the Mystery Man, totally nailing the very tricky tone of the character, especially in the opening scene where he feeds off of Pullman's intrigue & terror as he confesses to being the man who is taping him...and may in fact be a manifestation of Fred's own evil.  

The film becomes more complicated (or at least more scandalous) when you know what happened next in Blake's career though.  Blake would be arrested and charged, just like Fred Madison, with the murder of his wife in real life several years after Lost Highway was released.  Like Fred, Blake maintained his innocence in real life, and (unlike Fred) was acquitted, though debate still rages as to whether or not he was guilty.  With that weird crossover into real life, we'll end another season of Film Noir Month, with us hopefully returning next year for another round of grizzled detectives, shady criminal enterprises, and beautiful women...who may be deadlier than they appear.