Tudo que é bom vem aos pares: Pete ‘n’ Dud

Like Lennon and McCartney, whom they knew and in some respects resembled, Cook’s caustic wit was balanced by Moore’s softer, homespun humour. Cook, like Lennon, could be too acerbic to appease mainstream opinion, while Moore, like McCartney, was sometimes too saccharine to win critical acclaim. Yet as long as they stayed together, audiences had someoneContinuar lendo “Tudo que é bom vem aos pares: Pete ‘n’ Dud”

Top 5: Pessoas que deveriam ter mudado de nome

1- Steve McQueenTudo bem que ele é um negão de kilt e vai colocar o Fassbender pra trepar por todo o seu próximo filme (compensando o estrago que fez no corpo perfeito dele em Hunger), mas…Steve Fucking McQueen? Sério? 2- Peter CookEste é um nome comum, tem até um politíco australiano com um nome dignoContinuar lendo “Top 5: Pessoas que deveriam ter mudado de nome”

24 Frames: Sixty Glorious Years (Herbert Wilcox, 1938)

Se hoje você tem o desprazer de ver o Príncipe Charles de kilt, culpe o Albert, infelizmente nem só de Walbooks, Pearces e Firths vive a realeza britânica. E não foi apenas o kilt que ele tornou popular, reza a lenda que o seu xará Príncipe Albert, o piercing peniano, foi criado especialmente para ele,Continuar lendo “24 Frames: Sixty Glorious Years (Herbert Wilcox, 1938)”

Centenário de Ronald Neame

In a directorial career stretching for over forty years, Ronald Neame proved to be a reliable and versatile commercial film-maker but also one who defies easy categorisation. Efficient and craftsman-like, his films are well made but have lacked the individualism seemingly required to achieve auteur status. Instead he has been the epitome of the mainstream studio director, a model of professionalism whose output has often mirrored the ups and downs of the industry.
He was born in London on 23 April 1911. His father was the noted portrait photographer and film director Elwin Neame and his mother the actress Ivy Close. After his father’s early death in a car accident, he had to leave public school and went to work for an oil company. With his mother’s help, he entered the film industry at the Elstree studios of British International Pictures in 1927 and worked his way up from clapperboy to focus puller and eventually cinematographer. He photographed many quota quickies in the 1930s, along with a number of George Formby vehicles at Ealing. He established a solid reputation, winning his first Oscar nomination for his work on Powell and Pressburger’s One of Our Aircraft Is Missing (1942). With Major Barbara (1941), he began an association with the film’s editor, David Lean. He worked initially as his director of photography on three Noël Coward projects (he was nominated for a second Oscar for Blithe Spirit in 1945). In 1943 they founded the production company Cineguild with Anthony Havelock-Allen which operated under the Rank umbrella. After a fact-finding trip to Hollywood on behalf of Rank, Neame switched to producing and scriptwriting, making important contributions to Lean’s two Dickens adaptations and to the classic romance Brief Encounter (1945), picking up further Academy Award nominations in these new roles. Unfortunately, his partnership with Lean ended rather acrimoniously when Lean took over the direction of The Passionate Friends (1948) from Neame.
He made his debut as a director for Cineguild with Take My Life (1947), a more than competent Hitchcock-style thriller which showed Neame’s technical skill as a film-maker. Throughout his career his work was uneven, so that the routine action hokum of The Golden Salamander (1949) was followed by the excellent sub-Ealing comedy The Card (1952) featuring Alec Guinness. Based on Arnold Bennett’s novel, it is a sympathetic account of the nefarious rise of a humble clerk as he finds various ways to take advantage of the hierarchies of the British class system. Neame showed a real lightness of touch handling comic subjects, spinning out the thin premise of The Million Pound Note (1953) with some style and again drawing a fine performance from Guinness as an idiosyncratic painter in his pleasing adaptation of Joyce Cary’s novel The Horse’s Mouth (1958). In the 1950s he also made the intriguing wartime espionage tale The Man Who Never Was (1955), as well as having a brief, unsuccessful stint in Hollywood where he was eventually replaced as director on The Seventh Sin (1957).
Neame’s liking for non-conformist characters reaches its height in his most acclaimed film Tunes of Glory (1960), a compelling barrackroom melodrama which also shows his skill in handling actors; here he is rewarded with memorable performances by John Mills and Alec Guinness as the two officers engaged in a violent clash of personalities. Like The Horse’s Mouth, it was made for his own production company Knightsbridge Films. His 1960s output continued to be extremely variable. It included two Swinging London films, the amiable caper movie Gambit (1966) with Michael Caine and Shirley MacLaine and the instantly dated risqué comedy Prudence and the Pill (1968), on which he worked uncredited. He directed Judy Garland in her last film, I Could Go on Singing (1963), and had another spell in the States where he completed two unremarkable projects, Escape from Zahrain (1961) and A Man Could Get Killed (1966). The best-received work from this period was The Prime of Miss Jean Brody (1969). This popular adaptation of the stage version of Muriel Spark’s novel provided Maggie Smith with a show-off role which duly won her an Oscar, but the film has considerable difficulty dealing with the essential theatricality of the story and characters.
After the middling musical Scrooge (1970) with Albert Finney in the title role, Neame took up permanent residence in Hollywood, eventually becoming an American citizen. He was responsible for establishing the ‘disaster movie’ genre with the immensely successful The Poseidon Adventure (1972), although he followed it with one of the worst examples of this cycle, Meteor (1979). He also made two enjoyable, lightweight pieces with Walter Matthau, Hopscotch (1980) and First Monday in October (1981). The best of his limited British work in this period is the tautly effective thriller The Odessa File (1974), from Frederick Forsyth’s bestselling novel, with Jon Voight uncovering a Neo-Nazi group. Nothing can forgive the atrocious sex comedy Foreign Body (1986) which looks like a relic from another era. His final film was The Magic Balloon (1990), a children’s adventure designed to show off the new ShowScan widescreen format which consequently only had a limited release.
Throughout his career Neame was always a smoothly professional film-maker, adopting an unostentatious approach which relied greatly on his actors and which frequently left him at the mercy of the script. When these were good he produced highly effective films which often showcased outstanding acting performances. Even on his poorer commercial assignments there is an ability to serve the narrative no matter how inadequate this might be. His achievements, which include his active role in the industry union ACT and with the British Society of Cinematographers, were recognised with a BAFTA Fellowship and the CBE, both awarded in 1996.

Guide of British Film Directors – Robert Shail

Feliz dia do Tartan.

Suddenly, a large wind blew my kilt high up above my waist, exposing me to everybody. That day, they made me their king…
(Craig Ferguson imitando Sean Connery)

Tartan: sett and setting

Starting with a consideration of the basic sequence of stripes that distinguishes one tartan design from another, known as the sett, this paper will take this basic structure as a means to consider tartan’s design possibilities to individuate and define, and yet suggest open-ended ness and infinite possibility for adaptation and reinterpretation.
Material from tartan’s architectural, fashionable, colonial and military histories will be utilised to consider how the immediately recognisable visual element of a tartan pattern – a grid in effect – when mediated via the design process is implicated in a variety of narratives; conservative and radical, oppressive and liberating.
Tartan’s narratives of contagion will reference the spatial ‘tartanisation’ of Balmoral alongside the temporal influence of cinematic fictions such as Minnelli’s Brigadoon and Powell and Pressburger’s I Know Where I’m Going! Narratives of oppression and identification will examine tartan’s utilisation in uniform and its ability to ‘brand’ the wearer, whilst its similarity to the prisoner’s stripe will introduce research into tartan’s utilisation as uniform within the slave trade. Tartan’s inspiration for figures such as the architect Dom Hans van der Laan, who based his sacred architecture on the spatial ratios contained in the sett of ‘Grey Douglas’ tartan will access the pattern’s spiritual and in some cases supernatural manifestations.
Due to tartan’s complex and often violent history its grids continue to provide many possible design trajectories that enable this ubiquitous and often derided pattern to transcend its clichéd perception, and constantly re-mythologise itself as part of its intrinsic function. Utilising cinema, painting, architecture and interior design, the paper will propose that tartan’s formal structural qualities, when combined with its distinctive socio-cultural significance, provide models for ways of thinking concerning the fluid, unstable and often contradictory nature of contemporary design.

Centenário de Robert Hamer

The output of Ealing Studios tended to be dominated by the house style imposed by its head, Michael Balcon. Occasionally, one or two of its directors broke away from Balcon’s ethos to produce work with a more personal, individual quality. This is certainly true of Robert Hamer, a tragic figure in the history of British cinema whose career ended early due to alcoholism, but who left a small, deeply impressive body of work behind him.
Hamer was born on 31 March 1911 in Kidderminster, son of the actor Gerald Hamer. He was sent down from Cambridge, but subsequently went into the film industry as an assistant editor with Gaumont-British in 1934. From there he moved to Korda’s London Films and then on to Mayflower, the company formed by German producer Erich Pommer and British actor Charles Laughton, where he edited Jamaica Inn (1939), Alfred Hitchcock’s last British picture before departing for Hollywood. After a brief stint with the GPO Film Unit, he was recruited by Ealing where he was employed initially as an editor and then as an associate producer. He made his debut as a director with the ‘Haunted Mirror’ section for the portmanteau horror film Dead of Night (1945). It is one of the most disturbing stories in the film, taking a well-worn theme and investing it with a sense of the danger lying underneath the surface of bourgeois life. His first feature, Pink String and Sealing Wax (1946), again featured Googie Withers as the barmaid trying to lead poor Gordon Jackson astray. The film manages a similar atmosphere to ‘The Haunted Mirror’, portraying a claustrophobic world of Victorian conformity almost undone by unbridled desire.
Set in London’s working-class East End and centring on the story of a bored wife who gives shelter to her former lover (now an escaped convict), It Always Rains on Sunday (1947) might be expected to be a standard piece of Ealing social realism, but Hamer takes it in a different direction. With Googie Withers again in the lead, the film is visually striking with more attention paid to creating a gloomy mood than in naturalistic observation. It scored a considerable commercial and critical success. Hamer’s undisputed masterpiece, voted sixth in a BFI poll of the best British films, is Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949). With its witty, literate script and suitably disdainful performance from Dennis Price as Louis, the poor relation of the grand D’Ascoyne family who murders his way towards the family inheritance, the film adopts a uniquely taciturn attitude towards its dark subject matter. Alec Guinness is suitably outlandish playing all eight victims (one of them female) and the film still seems remarkably modern in both its critique of class and its liberated attitude towards sex. After a number of possible projects had been rejected by Balcon, he made The Spider and the Fly (1950) back at the revamped Mayflower. The pessimistic undercurrent in Hamer’s work is most obvious here, with its story of a three-sided relationship (often a feature of his films) set against the backdrop of France just before the outbreak of the First World War. He returned to Ealing for one final film, the disappointingly stagey comedy His Excellency (1951) which, as with his previous film, stars Eric Portman. Unable to gain Balcon’s approval for any further projects, he made The Long Memory (1952) for producer Hugh Stewart. John Mills is slightly unlikely as the ex-convict seeking revenge after serving time for a crime he didn’t commit, but Hamer invests the film with his now familiar fatalism and makes striking use of the setting on a barge and of the dreary mudflats at Gravesend for the final chase. Hamer’s melancholy is even apparent in the understated Father Brown (1954), adapted from GK Chesterton’s short stories. Alec Guinness is the priest turned detective, but the film is as concerned with the moral salvation of his arch-enemy, played sympathetically by Peter Finch, as it is in Chesterton’s hero.
Struggling to find suitable film projects in the mid-1950s – To Paris with Love (1955) is an insubstantial comedy again with Alec Guinness – he turned instead to television making A Month in the Country (1955), a touching adaptation of Turgenev for the independent company Rediffusion. The last cinema film he completed was The Scapegoat (1958), an intermittently fascinating adaptation from Daphne du Maurier with Guinness this time playing a holidaymaker tricked into taking on another’s man’s identity. The film’s potential was certainly hampered by post-production cutting by its American backers, as well as by disputes Hamer had with the author and his star. The break-up of his second marriage and his own confused sexuality may have contributed to his descent into chronic alcoholism; he had to be replaced while shooting School for Scoundrels (1959). There is still much to admire in the film’s comic take on the cruelties of the British class system and the performances by Ian Carmichael, Alastair Sim and Terry-Thomas are perfectly judged. He didn’t direct again, although he completed a couple of assignments as a scriptwriter before succumbing to his addiction. He died on 4 December 1963 at St Thomas’s Hospital in London. It was a tragic end to a career that should have delivered so much more. Nonetheless, the small group of films he directed indicates a film-maker of real substance, typified by his visual panache as well as by a mordantly humorous view of British manners and methods. Even without knowing his life story, there is a detectable strain of melancholy in his work which invests even his comedies with an underlying depth of emotion and pathos.

British Film Directors: A Critical Guide – Robert Shail

Retrospectiva Lost: Top-dúzia Desmond (antes que acabe em merda)

*Top “coisa linda de mamãe” e não necessariamente melhores momentos e episódios. Nota The Candidate: Rá! Jin & Sun estavam prontos mesmo. Isso quer dizer que quem escreve essa merda é realmente bom e não fica introduzindo deus ex machina antes ou depois da hora. O resto do povo? O mesmo de sempre, Princesa Léia,Continuar lendo “Retrospectiva Lost: Top-dúzia Desmond (antes que acabe em merda)”

24 frames: Highlander (1986)

Give me your hand, brotha. When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land… to fight for the prize. You can’t drown, you fool, you’re immortal! Why does the sun come up, or are the stars just pinholes in the curtain of night? Who wantsContinuar lendo “24 frames: Highlander (1986)”

Gerard Butler. Ewan McGregor. Kilt. Juntos.

Pronto. Essa é a visão mais empolgante de um pedaço da Escócia desde as Highlands surgindo após a última era do gelo. Nota: A partir de junho este blog estará fechado, pois tenho algumas coisas a serem resolvidas, mas é provável que em julho ele reabra. Além disso é bem hipócrita manter um blog sobreContinuar lendo “Gerard Butler. Ewan McGregor. Kilt. Juntos.”