Turns out, splinters can do more than just get under your skin.
BLAME, the indie feature I worked on a couple summers ago, is having its World Premiere at the Tribeca Film Festival! Congratulations to the cast and crew, especially writer-director Quinn Shephard! I saw an early cut a while ago which was really good– I can’t wait to see it now that it’s finished.
Tickets are going on sale today, so if you’re interested in any of the screenings (April 22, 23, 24, and 29), click here to get yours before they sell out.
When precocious and emotionally unstable Abigail (writer-director Quinn Shephard) is cast as the lead in Arthur Miller’s The Crucible over mean girl Melissa Bowman (Nadia Alexander), Melissa and her friends only amplify their abuse. Substitute drama teacher Jeremy Woods (Chris Messina) isn’t completely oblivious. He intervenes and sees talent in Abigail’s total commitment to her new part. When Jeremy’s intentions become cloudy, Melissa spots an opportunity for more potent machinations.
Think about the most vivid memory you have. It’s probably about an emotionally charged event– your first kiss, or the death of a beloved pet. It feels really fresh, like it happened yesterday. Since it’s so vivid, it’s gotta be accurate, right?
Should you eat that snack you dropped on the floor? Before you do, check out this episode of SciShow I wrote:
Update: 9/24! I think that’s worse than usual!
It’s that time of year again. As usual, I have seen a few of the nominees, but not all, and not nearly enough. So I should be even more qualified than ever!
Best Picture: Everyone’s saying La La Land, but I’d kinda like to see Moonlight get it. But I haven’t seen either one.* Editor’s note: I’m going to say I got this because I need the score boost.
Best Actor: Denzel Washington, Fences. Because obviously.
Best Actress: Spins wheel… Natalie Portman, Jackie.
Best Supporting Actor: Mahershala Ali. <shrug>*
Best Supporting Actress: Viola Davis, Fences. Because obviously.*
Best Animated Feature: Everyone’s saying Zootopia, but I liked Moana more I think. Look out for dark horse Kubo and the Two Strings.*
Best Cinematography: La La Land. Arrival looked really dark and grimy to me. But that could have been the theater.*
Best Costume Design: A period piece about one of the greatest fashion icons of the 20th Century? Why, it has to be Jackie.
Best Directing: Arrival. Which was good. I’m not sure it was better than the others.
Best Feature Documentary: 13th
Best Short Documentary: Joe’s Violin. I have no idea what any of these are about.
Best Editing: Whiplash got Best Editing when it came out. La La Land has the same editor. So again, maybe?
Best Foreign Language Film: The cynic in me says The Salesman, because its director, Asghar Farhadi, has said he’ll skip the ceremony because of President Trump’s immigration policy. And that’s one less acceptance speech that makes the broadcast run long.*
Best Makeup and Hairstyling: I’m saying Suicide Squad because that would be really, really funny.*
Best Original Score: La La Land.*
Best Song: “How Far I’ll Go” from Moana. Lin-Manuel Miranda, here’s your EGOT and– wait, what’s Trolls doing here?
Best Production Design: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Best Animated Short: Piper. Because if it wasn’t made by Pixar, you wouldn’t know it was animated.*
Best Live Action Short: La Femme et le TGV. I should really call this “Best Live Action Short Title.”
Best Sound Editing: Hacksaw Ridge
Best Sound Mixing: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Best Visual Effects: The Jungle Book. Okay, technical categories. Don’t let me down again.*
Best Adapted Screenplay: Arrival
Best Original Screenplay: Manchester by the Sea. Because it should win something, right?*
An actor once told me, “There are two kinds of movies out there. The kind that tells people what they want to hear, and the kind that tells them what they need to know.”
Hidden Figures, the story of black women working at NASA at the beginning of the space program, is by all definitions, a crowd pleaser. We have our plucky heroines, who struggle against stiffer odds than they should have to, and succeed nonetheless. Their work sent John Glenn into orbit, and paved the way for the intrepid astronauts flying to the Moon, and then, low Earth orbit, all these years later.
The title, of course, comes from the fact that the work of Katherine G. Johnson, Dorothy Vaughn, and Mary Jackson has never been lauded as much as that of their white male colleagues.
But as I walked out of the theater, it seemed like part of the story was missing. Our heroines had proven their worth many times over. They had won the respect of their colleagues. Heck, Kevin Costner even invited Ms. Johnson into Mission Control for John Glenn’s launch.
So why had their contributions not been publicized?
I’m sure there’s more detail about all this in the book, written by Margot Lee Shetterly. Movies often just don’t have time. And besides, what we really want to hear is how these women overcame the odds and helped get America in space.
Historical movies always have to take liberties with the truth to tell their stories. Some more than others. Timelines are compressed, and characters composited. Real life is much more complicated and rarely follows a neat three–act structure.
But Dexter Thomas at VICE criticizes two of the film’s storylines which attempt to tell people what they want to hear.
The first is a subplot about Ms. Johnson having to use a colored women’s bathroom half a mile away from where she works. Later, Kevin Costner’s boss takes a crow bar to the sign above the offending bathroom, and assures the assembled staffers that “We all pee the same color.”
This didn’t actually happen– Ms. Johnson says she whichever bathroom was most convenient, and no one stopped her. This, to me, is forgivable, since it highlights some of the indignities created by Jim Crow laws in the South that might not have been apparent to people who weren’t affected by them.
But I see a missed opportunity at the end of the film, when Costner invites Ms. Johnson into Mission Control. This also didn’t happen, although John Glenn did ask for her to check the IBM’s calculations for his trajectory.
Consider: Katherine Johnson has solved her most difficult problem; cleared the last hurdle. What more potent visual metaphor for what actually happened to these women than for her to be locked out of the room where it happens at the most important moment.
It would suck, for us, the audience, definitely. I was reminded of Contact, when Jodie Foster’s character is told she can’t ride on the alien ship that’s only been built because of her work. And of course, that wasn’t the end of the movie.
It’s a tricky thing, making the audience upset at what happens in the story, and not at the movie itself. Many people wouldn’t like it. I don’t know that we get catharsis from downer endings, as Aristotle insists.
But perhaps by tearing down the myth of history as an unending march of progress, that we’re a little better off at the end than we were at the beginning, we can reveal the barriers that these women
Check out this episode I wrote for SciShow Space!
Old movies have a reputation for being kid friendly, no matter what they’re about. They don’t have any nudity, bad language, or disrespect for authority figures.
This is largely because of the Motion Picture Production Code (or Hays Code), a “voluntary” set of rules the Hollywood studios agreed to abide by, so as not to upset the delicate sensibilities of upstanding American citizens. From the mid 1930s to the 1960s, almost every movie released in the U.S. had to have code approval.
But as with all
censorship guidelines suggestion systems, people would try to find a way to get around the rules. Sex and violence sell movie tickets, and if that’s what people really wanted, Hollywood was more than happy to provide it.
Enter The Lady Eve, a screwball comedy from 1941. Barbara Stanwyck and her card shark father, Charles Coburn, endeavor to swindle rich beer magnate Henry Fonda out of his family fortune. Hijinks, hilarity, and unintentional romances ensue.
The film is not especially subtle about what’s going on– only someone who has no idea how adult relationships work could miss it, and then they probably wouldn’t enjoy the movie much.
Yet the film always wants to have a plausible deniability. We don’t see Barbara and Henry sleep together, but one night they’re kissing, and the next shot is the bow of the cruise ship plowing through the ocean. So… you know.
I was interested to learn from Matthew H. Bernstein via David Bordwell that Joseph Breen of the Production Code Administration worked with director Preston Sturges and the producers of The Lady Eve to allow some racy material into the film– just nothing too racy. The PCA knew that if audiences didn’t feel like they were getting a little red meat, they’d go looking elsewhere, and the Code would be unenforceable.
This is ultimately what happened, when in the late 1950s and 1960s European films not made in accordance with the Code were released in the U.S. Among them were things like Vittorio De Sica’s raunchy, decadent farce The Bicycle Thieves. They made a lot of money, but Hollywood wasn’t able to follow suit.
To take advantage of changing tastes, the Code was replaced with the movie rating system, which, after some revision, is what we have now. Hollywood is free to make movies with sex, violence, and crime– and they’ll tell you ahead of time so you can be an informed consumer.
Among these movies is The Fast and The Furious franchise, which I sampled this summer, on the recommendation of a friend. What struck me most, especially in the early entries, is that these movies openly endorse criminal activity.
Paul Walker starts out as a cop, infiltrating a street racing gang to find a band of car thieves. When he discovers that his friends are actually the ones stealing the cars, he doesn’t just help them escape the Law, he joins them.
I know Vin Diesel is cool, but really?
The Code, of course, would have had none of this. Crime must never go unpunished. Criminals may look cool, but they always get what they deserve in the end.
Except here. I suppose there are worse things one could steal than high performance luxury cars. Sometimes Walker and Diesel steal from vicious drug lords, so we don’t feel that bad. But still, the take away seems to be that if you can steal cool cars and look good doing it, you can get away with anything.
-  This doesn’t mean that everything that’s old and in black and white is okay for all ages. Before the Code, you could find many of the things it disapproved of in major Hollywood releases, including women of loose character and criminals who are not punished for their crimes. Unfortunately, if you want to get your rocks off to silent, scratched up smut from the 1920s, you’re out of luck: most of the films from this period have been lost to history. ↩
-  It’s about a poor Italian man struggling to provide for his family in bombed out post-war Italy. ↩
The Brazilian TV series 3% arrived on Netflix with little fanfare in my English-speaking bubble, but I took my electronic overlord’s suggestion and was not disappointed.
The show is very much in the vein of The Hunger Games or Divergent: plucky, sexy young adults take part in a twisted contest run by the grown-ups of a dystopian government. Rebellion and love triangles ensue.
However, I think 3%‘s coming of age contest is a more potent metaphor than The Hunger Games. I never fully bought that the less powerful districts of Panem would participate in the Hunger Games as much as they did.
What’s nice about The Process is that there’s an aspirational quality to it: Most people live in a giant slum, but when they turn 20, anyone can volunteer to go through The Process. 3% of them will be selected to move to the Offshore, where there’s peace, prosperity, and amazing technology.
But if they’re eliminated, they’re confined to the slum for the rest of their lives.
It’s not about slaughtering their opponents, it’s about proving that they’re worthy of the riches on the Offshore.
Not everyone volunteers for The Process. But those who do are deeply committed to it.
Of course, this is a terrible way to run a society. The Process is cruel and arbitrary. One small mistake can get you eliminated. The requirements to pass are never clear: Is compassion a strength to be rewarded, or a weakness to be punished? Later on, candidates are given their own unique tests, so not everyone has to jump through the same hoops.
Most of the focus is on the candidates, but we also get a very useful look at the agents who run The Process, and how they make up new rules to suit their whims. When the Candidates pass a test as a group, the rules are changed to eliminate more people.
Part of growing up is finding a place for yourself in society. And since few people can just build their own success from scratch, this involves convincing grown ups that you are worthy of their attention. The Process is applying to college, impressing social circles we try to join, and applying for the jobs that can give us access to peace, prosperity, and amazing technology.
But these Processes are often just as arbitrary and cruel as this dystopian future. And by lauding the 3% who prove themselves worthy, we are saying that everyone else deserves to wallow in slums.
Editor’s Note: Netflix has the option of watching 3% in Portuguese with English subtitles, or with dialogue dubbed over in English. While I’ve heard the dubbing praised… I never, ever watch foreign movies/shows with anything other than subtitles. It’s okay. You can read. Subtitles are fine.
It blinks like an alien beacon. It’s in outer space like an alien beacon. But it’s not an alien beacon. Just what is it?