Showing posts with label Woody Allen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woody Allen. Show all posts

Monday, July 16, 2007

Meetin' WA (1986)

I find discussion about the meaning, nature and significance of cinema as an art-form something I never tire of, even when (like now) I am exhausted. It's nice to get a director describing his art, but often interviewers ask puerile questions. What if one artist is asking questions of the other? Surely some gems could be unearthed.

Trent kindly sent me a link to a video clip from 1986 of two greats: Jean-Luc Godard interviewing Woody Allen. I've just finished watching it and was amazed at how much Allen was articulating my own thoughts and feelings about cinema and television. I know little about Godard, but what I know is that he has or is exploring video as an alternative medium. This potentially puts him at odds with Allen. Below the Dailymotion clip, I have quoted verbatim from the accompanying article about Godard, Allen and the interview. Thanks, Trent.

As it turns out, the Dailymotion site is a bit buggy and I'm having trouble getting the script to embed their clip here, so I'm using YouTube instead, which has split the clip into 3. So, if you're interested, check out the three parts here (each about 8 minutes long), or check out Dailymotion using the link above.

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One of the least remarked upon attributes of Jean-Luc Godard is how thoroughly he mastered the medium of video production. For him Video was not a mere substitute for film, but something separate and distinct, an aesthetic platform all its own to which he brought a heretofore unrevealed dimension in his art; one that subtly informed the work he would later do once he returned to Cinema.

It is, however, somewhat understandable that this pocket of his career should be so little known, given that his extended video works of the 1970s . . . Six fois deux, for example, or the remarkable France/Tour/Detour/Deux/Enfants . . . continue to languish in the limited access obscurity into which they landed with a thud virtually from the hour of their creation. There are those in the fundamentally class-based universe of cinephilia who would not have it any other way, however. I mean, don't let's kid ourselves here. There is, and always has been, a vast amount of social comfort to be derived for Us (the cinephile class) if You (the vulgar herd) have no access to the works we get to see in the cinephile dungeons of large urban centers (after all, if We can't use film to construct a bizarro-world recreation of High School where we are no longer the geeks we once were then, I ask you, what is the point in all of this?).

So Jean-Luc Godard's video creations remain militantly inaccessible by all but the small number who've been fortunate enough to see them. And more than any of these works, 1986's Meetin' WA stands as testament to the extraordinary facility he developed with this sub-medium; a faciility harder-achieved in the 70s, when video production was a far more dolorous and taxing enterprise than it is today.

At once sublime and witty, the 26 minutes of Meetin' WA consist of an interview Jean-Luc Godard conducted in 1986 with Woody Allen, the director of What's Up, Tigerlilly and Men of Crisis: The Harvey Wallinger Story (and soon to be featured in the final moments of Godard's abortive Cannon Pictures' King Lear). The chat itself is amiable enough; certainly avoiding any conceivable adversarial notes; but this, along with the New York setting (giving Allen the home field advantage as it were) does nothing to prevent a visible anxiety from growing on the part of the filmmaker as the interview goes on.

It's as if it dawned on Allen, right in the middle of everything, that this tape could be . . . used . . . in some way he would not be able to control, that he was talking to a man who long ago demonstrated that he would not be bound to a standard not his own. Gradually, almost anticipating this development, Godard's camera moves in closer and closer, Allen's eyes dart back and forth between Godard and his translator (film scholar Annette Innsdorf) while questions are asked, the expression on his face bordering at times on open worry; like he's waiting, with only marginal patience, for some sign of what it is he's gotten himself into to manifest itself. It is, perhaps, the only occasion where Woody Allen seems as neurotic as the persona he wrote for himself was always said to be.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Hannah and Her Sisters

Hannah and Her Sisters (Woody Allen, 1986)
Damn that Astor Theatre! The films I'm most interested to see there are the classics, which screen on Sunday and Monday evenings. Why, I don't know, but I'm told that's the way it's always been. Fridays and Saturdays are my preferred nights, when I don't have work the next day. As previously mentioned, I have an early start for this week and next, and with French lessons Tuesday evening I couldn't stay for the second of the Woody Allen double on Monday. Regrettably I missed out on Manhattan, but will catch it some time in the future (the Astor screens these from time to time).

I've seen the last few recent Woody films, and everyone always says "you've got to see his early stuff". Well now I know why. There's a real insight in this gentle film. There's lust, there's complexity, passion, intelligence and warmth. There's also that nutty guy Woody in it, but he's more a side-show to the real action, a little comic relief. When he's being funny, he is funny and when he's being serious, I found him compelling. The incident with the rifle was both, and had me on the edge of my seat.

I hate reality TV and didn't watch that US show where a bunch of nerds have to impress an equal number of babettes. Others in the family did, and I couldn't help but notice a Woody-like character among those nerds. I'm sure many people found him irritating, but I thought he was - like Woody - quite entertaining and clearly hyper-intelligent. In fact, I went to school with an almost identical character, a noyce Jewish guy called Sammy Pinkus. Our paths crossed a couple of years ago when he started at a company I was leaving - we both work in IT. I swear, he was just like these two (and I mean that in the nicest possible way). He was loud, he was funny, neurotic and SOOO Jewish. There is obviously an archetypal 'Woody' personality type.

The film has a realistic blend of conflicting personality types and Allen deftly handles the complexity of the various relationships, weaving in a whole range of emotions, conflict and humour. The three actresses actually looked like sisters, adding to the authenticity of the film. The film is over twenty years old now, so it was fascinating to see younger versions of so many familiar faces, especially Allen himself. He did well to remain in the shadow of this film, allowing the serious drama to unfold, and showing restraint. I suppose the word I'm looking for is 'discipline', something that lacks in his more slapstick films.

Like a number of New York directors such as Martin Scorsese, Allen obviously loves his native city and the film is clearly a homage to Manhattan. It forms a backdrop and an essential element of the film. It was interesting to try to pick where various scenes were shot and how they had changed over time. I liked the generosity of human spirit, sophistication and intelligence of this film a lot and look forward to discovering more of his early work.