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Showing posts with label films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label films. Show all posts

Friday, September 7, 2012

BLacken Why?

I was thinking about reading/watching films last night.  For all the txts I've read, they helped me v little in terms of understanding images.  
The concepts and abstractions in an image, the ideas contained in them, yes, mos def, what's symbolized in some of them can be made clearer when one understands/absorbs them first through the written word (maybe).  

These past few days, after watching a couple of films in B&W, I've wondered why I've such trouble with it, and decided it isn't to do with its Idea. 

It is just harder for me to apprehend, understand and see, really, what B&W images depict in fim. It's a physical constraint.  Objects lose their immediately recognizable quality to me, in B&W, and I have to make a lot of effort to see what is there, even.  I find B&W works v v well for photos and film when the object depicted is a human being; faces, bodies, both. No problem there, at all. 



But when it is a scene in a room or outdoors, with a lot of "things" (tables, walls, trees, chairs, bottes...shelves; dresses, decor; even celestial bodies-- is it the moon? the sun?) not only do the things themselves become more difficult for me to identify, but what really requires my attn (and thus removes it from the narrative, from the art, from the dialogue- it 'kidnaps' my attn) is depth and perspective.  I lose most of my ability to see it at a glance.  


There are scenes I can barely "read" because of this. "Are they indoors? Outdoors? Is that a table or paint on wall? Chair or sculpture?  Is it the sky or the sea? Grass or sand? Are they standing on something? Are there stairs?  Is it daytime? Night?"  These details suck me out of the film proper and back into myself, my thoughts about the material world of objects, and the consciousness of my own thoughts about the scene/object(s) over which I'm puzzling.  


The mysterious pact between viewer and actor/director - a tacit understanding that that is fiction but it nevertheless manages to make the viewer "forget it" for the duration of the work (when it's good) - is interrupted, switched off.  


There are moments where B&W is better than colour.  


For instance, the one scene in the beginning of Stardust Memories by Woody Allen where ppl finally leave his flat, and he walks from the door toward the bookcase/bookshelf... on the big wall to the left, there's a blown-up photo of an Asian man with a gun pointed at his temple.  Here, I was truly impressed by the use and effect of B&W.  It highlighted the thing that needed to be highlighted, but also I suspect that photo is already in B&W anyway; if it is, this is a fun thought to me: the beauty of a B&W photo is made invisible by B&W.



What I dislike when watching a film is spending time thinking about what objects are and what colour they might be, and miss what the characters are saying/doing, and trying to figure out where they are, or if they're standing in the background or the foreground, etc etc. And I like B&W so much! the colours themselves, their juxtaposition!  I like it in animals, clothes, photographs, paintings, drawings, and I'd love few things better than a B&W Kaleidoscope.  


Up till colour in film was possible, there was no alternative.  Now there is, and I'd very much like to know what the justifications are for using it instead of colour, in commercial films.  I consider all films released in cinema commercial.  Films made to be shown only in museums are not commercial at inception, and usually do not tell a story in the sense of fictional narrative, so if theyre B&W it doesn't remove from the purpose of the film in the first place.  

Provocatively, the thought I'm left with is that contemporary commercial directors who use B&W in a film where the form doesn't require it for one reason or another, end up making anti-modern (AKA post-modern) films, rejecting stylistic and formal considerations, instead of adding to them.


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Third Chances


We hear about “turning the other cheek” and “pearls before pigs” and “judge not lest ye also be judged”. What we do not hear is what the whole quote says.


Indeed, Matthew records (7:1):



1

Judge not, that ye be not judged.

2

For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

3

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

4

Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?

5

Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.

6

Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.



… but somehow the whole quote is seldom uttered in the same breath (outside of Church…)


Good, then, that I had the opportunity to experience this exact sentiment this week, during Lent, both in my private life (which I shall not inflict upon anyone who might be reading this), and while watching a film (though this might also count as ‘private’ but can be discussed on a forum without running the risk of being invited to the JerrySpringShow or any of its poorer imitations…)

The film in question is by Pasolini, a director I’d
almost dismissed entirely after having watched two of his films in the past year or so, namely, Teorema and Medea, and finding I had to fast-forward the benighted artistic endeavors, lest my death come & go without my noticing the last rites approaching, so bored was I staring into the unforgivingly black&white screen which also lacked any kind of special effects or wildly mechanical and soulless music, which would have otherwise distracted my senses into believing I was watching something that could have passed for mindless entertainment. Not even the pathetic excuses for sex scenes found buried deep, so to speak, in Teorema, gave me hope of being suddenly aroused out of soporific tedium.


Nevertheless, saintly as I am known to be in some parts, I turned the other cheek, judged not (too harshly), and decided to watch yet another Pasolini film yesterday.


Good!

It was worth it.


I don’t know if I’m being fully lucid when I say it was good. It was not bad. But that’s a start.


Yes, it is Lent. Yes, I am religious (in a way -- I’m a bad Catholic, which makes me a Good Catholic). And yes, it is a film which depicts the life of Jesus Christ according to Saint Matthew.


But it is remarkably faithful, as it were, to the gospels according to Saint Matthew. And its black&whiteness added to the authentic feel one expects to find when watching the life of anyone who lived there 2,000--and 11-- yrs ago. And the lack of special effects and huge Hollywoodian production, for once, added to, rather than removed from, the ambiance I expect to see portrayed in a film exploring this story.


The music was surprising.

I couldn’t spot anything in the script that isn’t in the gospel.

It was under 2 ½ hrs long.

The plot is easy to follow.

But: no surprises in the end.



The best thing of all for me though was to have Someone I Dislike (no… not Jesus and not Saint Matthew, but Pasolini, or, rather, his films) give me something I like.

That’s Fresh.

That’s what turning the other cheek and not judging too harshly … all these things ppl repeat all the time…

I think that might be what they’re about. As well.