Actors on Actors – 2024

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Daniel Craig (Queer) & Josh O’Connor (Challengers) — (42:23)

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Ariana Grande (Wicked) & Paul Mescal (Gladiator II) — (55:04)

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Kate Winslet (Lee) & Zoe Saldaña (Emilia Perez) — (37:08)

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Adrien Brody (The Brutalist)  & Tilda Swinton (The Room Next Door) — (30:39)

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Angelina Jolie (Maria) & Cynthis Erivo (Wicked) — (32:59)

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 Andrew Garfield (We Live in Time) & Ryan Reynolds (Deadpool & Wolverine) — (48:52)

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Pamela Anderson (The Last Showgirl) & Mikey Madison (Anora) — (29:02)

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Amy Adams (Nightbitch) & Demi Moore (The Substance) (36:21)

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Nicole Kidman (Babygirl) & Zendaya (Challengers & Dune: Part Two) — (46:16)

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Selena Gomez (Emilia Perez) & Saoirse Ronan (Blitz The Outrun) — (42:44)

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Kieran Culkin (A RealPain) & Colman Domingo (Sing Sing) — (43:57)

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Okay, time to take a breath. Stay tuned for my selection of best (or favorite) feature films and documentaries from last year, coming in a few days. Meanwhile, I think I’ll close this out with David Lynch. — Ted Hicks

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Directors on Directors

Directors in conversation about what they do and how they do it.

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Sean Baker (Anora) & Brady Corbet (The Brutalist) — (39:45)

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Denis Villeneuve (Dune: Part Two) & Luca Guadagnino (Challengers Queer) — (58:26)

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Zoë Kravitz (Blink Twice) & Matt Reeves (The Batman) — (46:22

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Jon M. Chu (Wicked) & Shawn Levy (Deadpool & Wolverine) — (51:14)

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Pedro Almodóvar (The Room Next Doori) & Halina Reijn (Babygirl) — (1:00:55)

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Next up is Actors on Actors, eleven pairs of actors in conversation.  — Ted Hicks

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Filmmakers Roundtables – 2024

Most of these filmmakers are contenders for Academy Awards this year. A number of them turn up in more than one roundtable, so there’s bound to be some repetition. This is a lot of material. Pick and choose what looks interesting to you. Running times are indicated.

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The Hollywood Reporter Actors Roundtable: Adrien Brody, Colman Domingo, Daniel Craig, Paul Mescal, Peter Sarsgaard, Sebastian Stan (58:28)

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The Hollywood Reporter Actress Roundtable: Angelina Jolie, Demi Moore, Zendaya, Zoe Saldaña, Mikey Madison, Tilda Swinton (58:43)

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Los Angeles Times Actors Roundtable: Adrien Brody, Kieran Culkin, Colman Domingo, Peter Sarsgaard, Sebastian Stan, Jeremy Strong (50:32)

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Los Angeles Times Actress Roundtable: Danielle Deadwyler, Cynthia Erivo, Demi Moore, Saoirse Ronan, Zoe Saldaña, Kate Winslet (47:00)

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The Hollywood Reporter Directors Roundtable: Brady Corbet, Coralie Fargeat, Denis Villeneuve, Edward Berger, RaMell Ross, Ridley Scott (56:19)

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Los Angeles Times Directors Roundtable: Edward Berger, Brady Corbet, Denis Villeneuve, Coralie Fargeat, James Mangold, Malcom Washington (51:15)

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The Hollywood Reporter Producers Roundtable: Amy Pascal, Lucy Fisher, Mary Parent, Monique Walton, Samantha Quan, Tessa Ross (55:28)

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The Hollywood Reporter Cinematographers Roundtable: Alice Brooks, Ed Lachmann, Greig Fraser, John Mathieson, Jomo Frey, Paul Guilhaum (52:12)

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That does it for this one. More to come from the trade publication Variety, pairs of actors and directors just talking about what they do. These will be up soon. Stay tuned. — Ted Hicks

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On Set, Off Camera #10 – New Year’s Edition

This is the tenth edition of “On Set, Off Camera,” closing out 2024. As with previous editions, it consists mainly of shots of actors and directors caught in off-camera moments during the making of a movie, sometimes off-set, at home and elsewhere. Some of these are candid and some are obviously posed, but I think they’re all interesting.

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Orson Welles and Anthony Perkins, maybe laughing at how hilarious Franz Kafka’s The Trial was going to be when they filmed it.

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Director Blake Edwards shows how to throw a pie at Natalie Wood during the making of The Great Race (1965).

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Gena Rowlands and John Cassavetes.

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Cassavetes with Ben Gazarra and Peter Falk while making Husbands (1970).

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Camera Work

Sofia Coppola

Cary Grant

Jean-Paul Belmondo

Ida Lupino

Jean-Luc Godard & cinematographer Raoul Coutard

Fritz Lang

Stanley Kubrick

Frances Ford Coppola – Godfather II

Godard

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Pier Paolo Pasolini at age 18.

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Pasolini with Maria Callas and two doggies.

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Pasolini on set during the making of The Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964).

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Luis Buñuel carries a cross of his own for The Milky Way (1969).

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Young Stanley Kubrick.

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Kubrick at work.

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Stanley demonstrates the “Kubrick Stare,” which can be seen in A Clockwork Orange (1971), The Shining (1980), and Full Metal Jacket (1987). This is actually a thing. You can read about it here.

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Sophia Loren in Cannes, 1955.

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Loren with her mother, Romilda.

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Loren in the market for jellied eels. Yum.

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James Stewart in the midst of crew and equipment while starring in Frank Capra’s Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939).

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Director John Schlesinger on location with Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voight while shooting Midnight Cowboy (1969).

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François Truffaut on set in the midst of shooting Fahrenheit 451 (1966).

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Sidney Lumet directs Dog Day Afternoon (1975), Al Pacino behind him.

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James Garner gets ready to drive in John Frankenheimer’s Grand Prix (1966).

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Akira Kurosawa directing the climactic battle in the rain in Seven Samurai (1954).

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Jean-Pierre Léaud and François Truffaut at the Cannes Film Festival, 1959.

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Catherine Deneuve and François Truffaut

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Truffaut with Jean-Pierre Léaud and Jacqueline Bisset while making Day for Night (1973).

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Ingmar Bergman

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Jack Nicholson and Anjelica Huston at home on Mulholland Drive in 1971. Below that, Jack looking frosty in Aspen, Colorado, 1981.

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David Lynch

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Scorsese and De Niro on Taxi Driver (1976).  Coppola and Brando on The Godfather (1972).

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Federico Fellini and Marcello Mastroianni taking a break while making 8 ½ (1963).

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Daria Helprin and future bank robber Mark Frechette being artistic during the making  of Michelangelo Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point (1970).

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Ernest Borgnine enjoys a popsicle during a break from Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch (1969).

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Agnès Varda

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Well, that about wraps it up. See you next year. — Ted Hicks

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Teachers in My Life

I think for many of us there is one person who was hugely important to us at a formative time in our lives. This may have been a teacher, a coach, a family member, or just anyone who came along at the right time. For me, that person was Maxine Steig, who I had for English in my freshman, junior, and senior years in high school. She was tremendously important to me. She made me feel that my weird interests were totally okay. For an Iowa farmboy in the 1950s, this was a big deal. _________________________________________________________

In 1959, the school in Nemaha (pop. 184 in 1950) that I’d attended for first grade through junior high, merged with the school in nearby Early, seven miles away. Mine would be the first graduating class of the newly-named Crestland High School. Even consolidated, this was a small school. There were thirty-two of us in my freshman class, which would be reduced to twenty-eight by the time we graduated (twenty-four boys and four girls, interesting ratio). For those of us coming from Nemaha, we had to get used to a new building, classrooms and classmates, and new teachers. Plus there was just the thing of now being in high school.

I’m in the last row, fifth from left.

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I don’t remember other classes and teachers in any detail, but Mrs. Steig entranced me from the beginning. I was surprised to find out only a few years ago that she was born and raised in Sac City, an Iowa town about ten or twelve miles southeast of Early. I think I had the idea that she’d come from some cosmopolitan place far beyond Iowa. She was funny, engaging, and quite special. She brought so much to us, such as the world of Charles Addams, The Catcher in the Rye, Broadway plays, and much, much more. I mean, what was she doing here?

I’d been intending to write something about Mrs. Steig for some time. Five years ago I exchanged emails about her with Gary Davis, a classmate I met in first grade in 1951 and have known ever since. Here’s what he wrote then:

Thoughts about Maxine Steig. She was from a Sac City family. She married Butch, whom she claimed, tried to run her over with a car more than once. She hated birds and claimed to speed up to hit them with her car. She wrote a cookbook about eating wildlife (including crows.) She lived in Storm Lake. She died young from meningitis. She led art discussions in her English classes. She agreed to read “From Here to Eternity” if we would read “Julius Caesar.” She loaned precious plays to Ted. She had a hearty laugh. She wore powerful perfume or body powder. She encouraged me to start reading classical philosophers and that turned out to be my major academic interest all the way to the Ph.D. level. When our classmate Maynard was summoned from class because his father had just committed suicide, she reminded us that Thoreau had written that “most men live lives of quiet desperation.”

And from another email from Gary:

I was telling somebody the other day about how Mrs. Steig collected play scripts and she enjoyed reading them the way other people would read a novel. She is the only person I’ve ever met who did that. There must be others but they probably didn’t live in Storm Lake. The bottom line for me is that she pushed me to reach higher and try harder. So did Dutch Bryan, Bill Hall and Slater Brockman. For living on the edge of the world, we had a pretty good bunch of teachers.

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I don’t remember Mrs. Steig loaning me copies of plays to read. Gary may be thinking of  the Charles Addams cartoon collections from The New Yorker that she brought to class. I don’t think I’d ever seen any of Addams’ work before, and probably hadn’t seen The New Yorker either. I was completely knocked out by the cartoons and hooked right into Adams’ sensibility. She loaned the books to me to take home, saying she’d never loaned them to anyone before. She knew I would appreciate them. Of course, that made me feel special.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I found out early on that Mrs. Steig had known my mother and her two sisters and their mother in Storm Lake, a larger town north of Early where they grew up. Mrs. Steig also lived there. I don’t know or can’t remember how they met, but it felt like a connection with her my classmates didn’t have.

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In 1971, when I was back at the University of Iowa after four years in the Air Force, I got a call from my mom telling me that Mrs. Steig had died from while on a trip to California. Meningitis.  This was quite a jolt. She was still young, only 59. She was born Maxine Abernathy in 1911. I found out recently that her mother had died in 1918 at age 27, when Maxine was only 7. Something else I hadn’t known. She was an only child, like me. In retrospect, this feels like another connection, however tenuous.

*** Update – March 28, 2025. A few days ago, I heard from Mrs. Steig’s granddaughter, Beth, after she found this post online. She had one correction, which is that Mrs. Steig was not an only child, but had a sister, LaVon, who was six years younger.

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Mrs. Steig oversaw the high school newspaper, the Cadet Bugle, which appeared either weekly or every two weeks in the Early newspaper. Sometime early in my freshman year, Jean Miller, who was a sophomore and editor of the school paper, came to my desk in study hall to tell me Mrs. Steig thought I should be on the paper’s staff. This hadn’t occurred to me, but I thought, why not, I was always writing stuff anyway.

We’d work on the paper in Mrs. Steig’s office, which was just off the study hall. Her office became a space where some of us would go, ostensibly for the paper if anyone asked, but mainly to just hang out with her. She happily indulged us. I think she was engaged and stimulated by those of us she found interesting (I’m assuming), just as we were stimulated by her.

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I was on the school paper all four years, and took over as editor in my senior year, after Jean Miller graduated. I had a regular column I called “In My Opinion.” Yeah, okay, maybe a little presumptuous. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, none of these early journalistic efforts have survived.

Below, my first year on the paper, 1959. Mrs. Steig is standing in the center, looking on, while I’m third from right, staring right at the camera, not even pretending to look on like everyone else is.

Below is from 1962 during my tenure as editor. I’m at right, the only guy wearing a tie.

Below, also from 1962, a shot of me supposedly working on an editorial. No explanation for the shirt I’m wearing, but it must have seemed like a good idea at the time.

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Mrs. Steig told us that every Christmas she made dinner using the Cratchit’s dinner menu from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, as per the following:

Roast goose: The centerpiece of the meal, served with apple sauce and mashed potatoes.                                                                                                                                              Sage and onion stuffing: A flavorful addition to the goose.                                             Christmas pudding: A “speckled cannon ball” pudding that was hard and firm, and decorated with Christmas holly.                                                                                                  Gravy: Made in a saucepan ahead of time.

Per Wikipedia: The Cratchit family’s dinner is part of a vision that Scrooge has of what would have happened if he hadn’t changed his ways. Scrooge eventually does change his ways and sends the Cratchit’s a turkey as a gift.

I don’t know if Mrs. Steig went with the goose from Scrooge’s vision or opted for turkey. I also don’t know if she actually did this every year, or if it was just a story she liked to tell. Either way, it’s pretty cool.

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She told us her house in Storm Lake was haunted, that she’d hear noises. I can’t remember what else she said about how it was haunted, but she sounded quite serious. I was there several times over the years, but sadly, no such spectral evidence produced itself. Still, I’d like to think she could attract such paranormal happenings.

To follow up on Gary Davis’ earlier comment that Mrs. Steig collected and read play scripts, I can attest to the collecting part. One of the rooms in her home had built-in book shelves filled with published play scripts. Plus lots of books in general.

Haunted or not, her house, which was at 414 Terrace Street in Storm Lake, was nearly impossible to find. This may reflect more on my poor navigational skills than anything mysterious, but it seems somehow right that it wasn’t easy to get to.

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One day I brought in a Japanese bayonet that that my Uncle Russ had brought back from WWII, which had somehow ended up with my dad. Can’t remember if this was for something we were doing as a class, or if I just thought Mrs. Steig would get a kick out of seeing a bayonet. I pointed out oil residue still on the blade. She said she thought there was some blood as well. An example of her macabre humor.

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One of my strongest memories is when Mrs. Steig read J.D. Salingers’s The Catcher in the Rye aloud to us over several class periods. She read everything except the times Holden Caulfield sees “Fuck you” written on walls at his school. She’d get right up to it, then stop and say there was a word she wasn’t going to say. But she read everything else. In retrospect, this was a pretty edgy thing to do in the high school of a small town Iowa farming community in 1962. She also brought in art prints that she’d put on the walls. Some of these were nude studies. I’m sure all this contributed to her being “let go,” i.e. fired, a few years after I graduated. She must have known she was pushing limits, but that broadening our view of the world was worth the risk. Given the time and place and our circumstances, we weren’t likely to be exposed to stuff like this, at least, not in an academic setting. Of course, in today’s climate she’d probably get arrested for this kind of activity, or burned as a witch.

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The only time I can remember Mrs. Steig getting really angry with us was when the word “fairy” was said in whatever context, there would be giggling laughter like it was a big joke, mainly from the boys. I’m sure we had a vague idea of what it referred to, but we didn’t really know anything. It always triggered a strong response from her, and I’ve never forgotten that, either.

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It was only last week when I was looking through school yearbooks that I found something Mrs. Steig had written in mine in 1959 after my freshman year. I’d totally forgotten about this. It was on the very last page, just before the endpaper of the back cover. I’d normally be unlikely to see it, because everything else was before that. I know I must have seen it at the time, but there was something a little spooky about finding it just when I was about to start writing about her. I’m hesitant to include her message, since doing so might make it look it look like I’m bragging. Well, maybe I am, but I’m really happy that she would write this.

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I think Mrs. Steig was probably a better teacher for students she took a real interest in, who she felt would appreciate what she had to give us. I remember how devastated I was to learn that we wouldn’t have her for sophomore English. Instead, we were to have a Mrs. Alice Brown. She was doubtless competent and nice enough, but about as exciting as her name implies. That’s probably unfair, but I’d been so spoiled to have Mrs. Steig as a teacher, that it was hard to accept. She was exciting, and fun to be around, especially if she shined her light on you.

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She was one of two teachers who had the most influence on me. The other, interestingly enough, and for very different reasons, was Bill Hall. Mr. Hall was the high school principal. He also taught physics and algebra, but I never had any classes with him. Some time ago, when I was thinking about Mrs. Steig, I tried to think of who else had been important to me. I surprised myself by realizing it was Bill Hall. There were other teachers I liked and enjoyed being around, but this was different. I would never have thought of him as exciting, as I did Mrs. Steig. Most of us never tried to get away with anything or put something past him. We knew that wouldn’t fly. He was strict, but not unfair. He carried an authority I respected rather than feared. I just realized I could be describing my dad, Milt Hicks. I learned by their example how to behave in life, to do the work and stay on the right side of things. My dad died in 1975 a month before his 58th birthday.

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I may have dropped by the school after I graduated to see Mr. Hall when I was back on college breaks or in the summer, but don’t remember doing so. The next time I saw him so was in 2013. That year the class behind mine held a reunion and invited our class as well. I was thrilled to learn that Bill Hall would be there. It was great to be with him after all this time. As I write this, he’s still alive at age 98, so it’s unlikely, but not impossible, that I’ll ever see him again.

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I think that about does it. I’ll close by thanking all the teachers in my life, in school and out, then and now. Hopefully, I’m still learning. Thinking back to something Gary wrote me about Mrs. Steig that applies to Bill Hall as well, which was that she pushed Gary to reach higher and try harder. I like that.  — Ted Hicks, Class of ’62

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On Set, Off Camera – Ninth Edition, Part Two

This is Part Two of “On Set, Off Camera – Ninth Edition.” As before, it consists mainly of shots of actors and directors caught in off-camera moments during the making of a movie, sometimes off-set, at home and elsewhere. Some of these are candid and some are obviously posed promotional shots, but I think they’re all interesting.

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Buster Keaton with Josephine the Monkey while making The Cameraman (1928), arguably the last great Keaton silent feature.

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Frances Ford Coppola, on location for Apocalypse Now (1975). Below that, Dennis Hopper, Martin Sheen, with Coppola looking through the camera lens. At bottom, the crew executes a tracking shot during the helicopter attack on the village.

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Coppola directs Al Pacino and Lee Strasberg in a scene from The Godfather Part II (1974).

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Werner Herzog on location for Fitzcarraldo (1982). Below at left, Herzog with a camel while shooting Even Dwarfs Started Small (1970). At right, Herzog with Les Blank behind him at the Telluride film festival in 1982 (photo by Mark Ryan).

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The great Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami as a young boy. Below that, a little older, with Akira Kurosawa.

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Natalie Wood in New York City, 1961. Empire State Building way in the background.

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Donald Sutherland, looking great.

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Lauren Bacall, Humphrey Bogart, Katharine Hepburn arriving in London, just back from shooting John Huston’s The African Queen (1951) in Africa.

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Bogart. Now that’s a look.

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Robert Mitchum and Lauren Bacall.

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Anita Ekberg with Frank Sinatra.

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Rita Hayworth and Claudia Cardinale in Madrid, 1964.

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Brigitte Bardot. I love this shot.

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Jean-Luc Godard

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Isabella Rossellini and Ingrid Bergman

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Elaine May, directing in New York City.

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Peter Falk, Ben Gazzara, John Cassavetes.

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David Lynch with his father. All the trees and lumber in Twin Peaks begins to make sense.

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Alain Delon in Venice, 1962. Below that, with Marianne Faithfull and Mick Jagger.

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Manspreading with Sergei Eisenstein.

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Ursula Andress and Jean-Paul Belmondo.

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Robert De Niro and Joe Pesci stay out of the heat while waiting for “Action!” in Casino (1995).

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David Lean directs Lawrence of Arabia (1962), with Peter O’Toole standing by.

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Truffaut

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Agnès Varda

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Kubrick

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Sidney Lumet

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James Dean

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Martin Scorsese on the set of Killers of the Flower Moon (2023).

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Cinematographer Gordon Willis takes a reading while shooting The Godfather (1972). Note Francis Coppola in the background.

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That’s a wrap for this one. Don’t forget to VOTE!!! See you next time. — Ted Hicks

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On Set, Off Camera – Ninth Edition, Part One

This is the ninth edition of “On Set, Off Camera.” As with previous editions, it consists mainly of shots of actors and directors caught in off-camera moments during the making of a movie, sometimes off-set, at home and elsewhere. Some of these are candid and some are obviously posed, but I think they’re all interesting.

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Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni.

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Stephen Spielberg during Lincoln (2012).

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Cinematographer Sven Nykvist and Ingmar Bergman.

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Krzysztof Kieslowski’s grave.

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Hitchcock on a Train.

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James Wong Howe (1899-1976), one of Hollywood’s greatest cinematographers. Just a few of his credits include The Thin Man (1934), Sweet Smell of Success (1957), Hud (1963), Hombre (1967), and Funny Lady (1976). In the shot below, Howe is behind the camera on the set of The Alaskan (1924). The third shot below shows Howe with director John Frankenheimer while shooting Seconds (1966).

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Jean-Luc Godard (left), Bernardo Bertolucci (right)

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Stanley Kubrick, probably while making Full Metal Jacket.

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John Cassavetes

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Sean Connery takes a look during the making of Goldfinger (1964).

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Angie Dickinson and Dean Martin while making Rio Bravo (1959).

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Kubrick with Steadicam inventor and operator Garrett Brown in the maze for The Shining (1980).

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Werner Herzog slates his own shots, Fitzcarraldo (1982) and Rescue Dawn (2006).

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François Truffaut and Jeanne Moreau at left, with Jacqueline Bisset on Day for Night (1973) at right, and biking with Jean-Pierre Léaud below.

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Josef von Sternberg and Marlene Dietrich. Below this photo is Dietrich in Monte Carlo, 1956.

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Beautiful shot of Federico Fellini and Giulietta Masina. Below that, a few years later.

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Jacques Demy and Agnès Varda.

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Jean-Luc Godard and Anna Karina.

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Stanley Kubrick barefoot, probably while making Spartacus. Below that, apparently unwrapping presents.

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Kubrick on set during  2001: A Space Odyssey (1968).

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Luchino Visconti and Burt Lancaster, probably during The Leopard (1963).

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Max von Sydow, Liv Ullmann, Ingmar Bergman.

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Ingrid Thulin with Bergman while making The Silence (1963).

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Bergman and Ullmann on Fårö island.

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Bergman with his son and home movie camera. The woman on the swing is unidentified.

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Bergman kicking off.

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Fellini with Stephen Spiellberg.

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Francis Ford Coppola, Woody Allen, Martin Scorsese at the time of their anthology film, New York Stories (1989). Each director made an episode.

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Coppola, Mel Brooks, Jean-Luc Godard. I wonder how this happened.

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Guillermo del Toro, Martin Scorsese, Agnès Varda, Robert De Niro. Interesting group.

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Roman Polanski at the First New York Film Festival in 1963 when his feature Knife in the Water was shown.

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Marilyn Monroe waiting on a hot dog line in 1957. Looks like New York City. One woman is agog at Marilyn’s presence, an understandable reaction.

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Jean Seberg.

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Grace Kelly, hair test for Dial M for Murder (1954).

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Two versions of Claudia Cardinale, the first with Luchino Visconti at a formal event, the second just hanging out. I know which one I prefer.

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Yul Brynner, cool as always.

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I realized I had too much material for one post, so this will be continued in Part Two. Meanwhile, here’s the Gill Man to take us out. This was probably during the making of the first Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954). And away we go! — Ted Hicks

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P.S. Previous posts in this series can be accessed here:

On Set, Off Camera – https://tdhicks.com/2018/04/02/on-set-off-camera/

On Set, Off Camera Redux – https://tdhicks.com/2023/08/14/on-set-off-camera-redux/

On Set, Off Camera Continues – https://tdhicks.com/2023/10/31/on-set-off-camera-continues/

On Set, Off Camera Lives Again! – https://tdhicks.com/2024/01/08/on-set-off-camera-lives-again/

On Set, Off Camera – Chapter Five – https://tdhicks.com/2024/02/24/on-set-off-camera-chapter-five/

On Set, Off Camera – Chapter Six – https://tdhicks.com/2024/04/30/on-set-off-camera-chapter-six/

On Set, Off Camera – Chapter Seven – https://tdhicks.com/2024/05/31/on-set-off-camera-chapter-seven/

On Set, Off Camera – Chapter Eight – https://tdhicks.com/2024/09/10/on-set-off-camera-chapter-eight/

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Selected Takes – 1997

This is a follow-up to my recent post, What I Saw in 1996 – 11/20 to 12/31. In 1996, I started keeping a record of films I saw. Initially, I wrote notes for each film expressing my reactions to them, but eventually stopped doing that. I wrote these just for myself and had no thought or intention at the time that they might one day be released into the wild. so to speak. These aren’t the only films I saw in ’97, far from it, but probably more than enough for this post.

As before, when I mention a Sony theater, those are now AMC theaters. Tape refers to VHS video tape. Except for minor edits, I’ve left these entries as they were originally, though I’ve added posters to make it more interesting.

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1/3. OUT OF THE PRESENT at Anthology Film Archives. Really neat German documentary about Russian cosmonauts in the Mir space station during the time when the Soviet Union collapsed. One astronaut, a guy named Sergei, who looks like Keanu Reeves, was up there for 10 months. When he went up it was the USSR; when he came down it was Russia. Some absolutely stunning photography, coupled with techno-pop disco instrumentals. Weirdly poetic moments. Really liked this. Directed by Andrei Ujica. Photographed by Vadim Yusov, DP for first three Tarkovsky films (IVAN’S CHILDHOOD, ANDRE RUBLEV, & SOLARIS).

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1/4. PORTRAIT OF A LADY at Sony Lincoln Square. Something doesn’t work, something’s missing. Haven’t read James’ novel, so can’t compare, though some reviews say Isabele Archer is a stronger person in the book. Physically it’s quite impressive, though a bit too much in the dark for my taste. Also, Campion uses a lot of closeups, though not as relentlessly as in THE PIANO. Anyway, they create a claustrophobic feeling for me, don’t allow enough breathing room. The main title sequence is pretty weird. On the sound track we hear a series of female voices describing their feelings about being kissed, while on screen we see shots, mostly black & white, with an almost documentary feel, of young women in modern casual clothing. It looks like they’re maybe at a weekend feminist workshop in the country. The credit sequence finishes in the 1870s period of the story, but what the hell was this about? Only thing I can come up with is that Campion is saying, “Look, this is a period story, but it’s about women today, too.” I don’t know. Kind of jarring way to begin. Another strange sequence is of Isabele’s round-the-world (apparently) travels, shot in silent movie style. Why? What’s the justification? I mean, it’s interesting as a change of pace and style, but I wonder why she did it that way. My biggest problem is with not understanding why she decides to marry John Malkovich’s character. We’ve seen her turn away a couple of suitors already, one a pretty reasonable candidate, and more or less declare that getting married wasn’t as important to her as leading an interesting life by her own choices. So then we’re introduced to this really slimey, totally offensive guy, and she swoons away. As presented here, it doesn’t make any sense, at least not to me. Of course, my reaction to Malkovich himself is probably getting in the way. I felt a nearly physical revulsion to him in this film. He has a reptilian, creepy quality anyway, and maybe I’ve finally overdosed on it. Sure pushes some of my buttons, but which ones, and why? Nicole Kidman is really beautiful. Barbara Hershey’s also very good in this, but it’s finally a pretty cold movie, a lot of distance between me in the audience and any emotion that might have drawn me closer.

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1/6. MOTHER at Sony Lincoln Square. Everything I’ve been seeing lately has been at this theater complex. It’s a nice place to see movies, but it’s like going to the same restaurant all the time. A change would be nice. Debbie Reynolds saved this one for me. Her character was much stronger than anything Albert Brooks could throw at her. Rob Morrow’s character as the “successful” son was just irritating. The scene with Morrow and his wife fighting over his reaction to his mother cancelling a weekend visit sort of stuck out, in that it opened the door on something that wasn’t really gone into. The brother gets really hammered by this movie. The Brooks schtick, which is basically unvarying from movie to movie, is getting a little old. He’s funny and clever, but it would be impossible to be around him for any length of time.

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1/17. METRO at 84th Street. Not bad, though not very good. Spectacular car chase, but you come to expect those in any action movie set in San Francisco. Eddie Murphy’s character was most interesting when he was playing it straight, but there were too many scenes that attempted to exploit his patented comedian schtick, as though the filmmakers couldn’t make up their minds who they wanted him to be. Michael Wincott was cool as the villain. Was refreshing to see him wearing short hair for a change. Usually, or at least in THE CROW and STRANGE DAYS , he had shoulder length hair, which I didn’t much care for. There were some interesting scenes between him and the guy playing his brother, who I know from  a couple of NYPD Blue episodes. The movie really broke down at the point at which Wincott’s character magically escapes from prison. Also, the character of Murphy’s girlfriend goes through all kinds of physical shit, and it doesn’t seem to effect her very much. Plus it’s irritating when a movie ends without any hint as to the consequences of something that’s happened, i.e. Murphy’s unauthorized appropriation of the jewels from Wincott’s heist that have been impounded, and the apparent subsequent destruction of those jewels when Wincott is blown up. The last scene we see is Murphy & girlfriend on vacation in Tahiti. So what, there was no fallout from all this? Or the hostage that got shot by mistake by the SWAT guy during the jewel heist? Not to attempt to resolve any of this stuff indicates to me that the filmmakers figure no one’s going to be involved enough to care, or don’t care themselves.

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1/26. THE UNKNOWN at Walter Reade Theater. Preceded by 1927 Disney cartoon Plane Crazy, which was released after Steamboat Willie, but made before. It has a sound track, but the Alloy Orchestra played live accompaniment. Very percussive music. THE UNKNOWN is a 1927 Tod Browning film with Lon Chaney & Joan Crawford (wouldn’t have recognized her if I hadn’t known it was her). Chaney’s an ostensibly armless performer in a gypsy circus traveling in Spain. He’s in love with Crawford, who has a phobia about men’s hands and being “pawed” by them. She’s repelled/attracted to the strongman. Turns out Chaney does have arms. He’s been running this hoax. Also has a double thumb on his left hand, which has baffled the police who’ve had murders in the towns where the circus has been. Anyway, Chaney gets the bright idea that the only way Crawford will accept him is if he’s really armless, so he has them removed. While he’s out of town recovering, Crawford’s overcome her hangup about being touched by a man, and has decided to marry the strongman. Chaney goes predictably nuts when he finds out. Browning has a thing with freaks and dismemberment, with sideshow people and horrendous revenge. The Alloy Orchestra score was great, very powerful. They were selling CDs of some of their scores in the lobby, but this wasn’t among them. Sort of wish I’d gotten one anyway.

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1/29. GRIDLOCK’D at Sony 84th St. Weird kind of comic drama with Tim Roth & Tupac Shakur as odd-couple junkies trying to get into a rehab and encountering nothing but bureaucratic roadblocks every step of the way. Tupac is especially good, which is made all the more poignant by the fact that he was shot & killed last Fall. I hadn’t realized he was this good of an actor; in fact, I’d always been put off by his rap artist image before, but I really liked him in this. There’s an almost Laurel & Hardy aspect to the two characters as they keep plugging away in the face of absurd adversity. The movie could’ve been better, but it’s a good first feature from actor Vondie Curtis-Hall.

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2/6. STARS WARS at Ziegfeld. Kind of disappointing seeing this again after so many years. There’s very little characterization of any depth, and the performances are pretty much one-note, with the exception of Alec Guinness. It’s interesting that it connected in some primal way with audiences, then became part of the culture. Found the “cuteness” of many of the alien characters & droids to be pretty irritating, actually.

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2/11. INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE on laser disc. Think I liked this more than I remember from seeing it once in the theater. Still feel some of the interest and energy goes out of it during the time Cruise’s character isn’t on screen while Louis & Claudia are in Paris, though the sequence when Louis sets fires in the Theatre of Vampires is pretty spectacular. Stephen Rea is totally wasted. In fact, from the time they get to Paris, the movie seems rushed, compared to the time it took in earlier segments. Pitt is a little too lifeless as Louis, while Cruise is quite good as Lestat. The music is good. Cruise’s sudden reappearance at the very end defies the logic of the film.

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2/14. ABSOLUTE POWER at Sony Lincoln Square. Liked this, even though there seem to be more than a few loose ends by the end. But Clint Eastwood is such good filmmaker, and a presence on the screen I’m really rooting for, and the rest of the cast is in some cases, mainly Ed Harris, exceptional. Gene Hackman is pretty much wasted as the bad guy president. Also, his transition from ugly sadist with the woman in the bedroom to confused drunk once she’s dead and his people have taken over doesn’t make sense. We’re told they were both drunk when they entered the bedroom, but I didn’t see that the way he played it. Another also, I’m not sure how it would have been explained had either of the guys sent to assassinate Eastwood when he meets his daughter succeeded in doing so. In the scene immediately following that sequence, when Harris has accompanied Laura Linley to her apartment, they both play it rather lightly, sort of awkwardly flirting. It’s like the scene at the outdoor restaurant, where Linley was nearly killed, never happened. In spite of all this and other stuff, I had a good time. It’s leagues above most other thrillers of this type. There were a number of interesting little scenes, almost throwaways, principally the one where Eastwood goes to the woman who sets him up with new identities, and obviously does this for a business. There’s a lot suggested that goes beyond the scene; it adds to the life of Eastwood’s character, makes it seem more real. Felt the climax, the ending, was a bit rushed. Things fall into place too quickly; we don’t see enough of what has to be taking place. Plus, though it’s been set up that E. G. Marshall’s character believes in an eye for an eye, his killing of Hackman just doesn’t wash. I felt cheated of something. I alse wonder what happens next, i.e. will the President’s involvement come out, or will there be another cover-up, and if so, how will Judy Davis’ & Scott Glenn’s & Dennis Haysbert’s involvement be explained? Don’t think I need to know the answers to all this, but would like more of a feeling that the life of this story and these characters will continue and not evaporate after the end credits.

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2/21. LOST HIGHWAY at Sony Lincoln Square.  Well, it’s no BLUE VELVET, which it sort of reminds me of. Don’t really know what to think of it. Have this feeling it’s really bogus, just doesn’t add up. Or, if it does add up, too much has been deliberately withheld from the audience for us, me, to see what it adds up to. Pretty creepy tone, though, I’ll give it that. The decor in Pullman & Arquette’s house at the beginning is like nothing nobody would live in, reminds me of the dream room where Agent Cooper sees the midget and Laura Palmer, all red tones. I guess I’m not sure what the point is, though maybe there isn’t one, but that seems pretty unlikely. Also, I’m convinced the projectionist switched two of the reels around, I think the 2nd & 3rd to last. Want to see it at another theater to make sure. Odd thing is, I don’t think it makes too much difference. As one review I read afterwards says, the movie has a kind of dream logic.

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2/22. BLOOD AND WINE at Sony Lincoln Square. I guess there’s always the hope that it’ll be FIVE EASY PIECES again with Rafelson & Nicholson, but that was then. There’s more than enough to recommend this, though doesn’t feel like I’ve learned anything, or felt much beyond feeling sorry for these characters. Nicholson’s good; he & Michael Caine have some great scenes together. Caine comes off particularly menacing. Judy Davis is also good. Wish her character had been around longer. Liked Stephen Dorff’s performance. I think his character is the one we’re supposed to identify with, or empathize with, or maybe that’s just because I did. Jennifer Lopez is a babe, which justifies her presence on screen, in my opinion. In the end, though, none of these people are to be trusted. The movie takes a dim view of people, doesn’t hold out much hope for honorable, or “human” behavior, which I guess links it strongly to noir tradition.

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2/23. LOST HIGHWAY at Village East. I was right! There were reels mixed up when I saw it Friday. And actually, it does make a difference, even though I’d joked that with this movie it probably didn’t. Even though it’s still impossible to make sense out of parts of it, the movie certainly flows more smoothly, and the overall effect is more disturbing. Glad I did this, even though I thought it might be a little obsessive. Of course, this isn’t over yet. I still want to stop at Sony Lincoln Square and make sure they know about this, though it’s unlikely they’ve continued to show it with reels out of order. Surely someone else caught this and told them, or they caught it themselves. It’s a little depressing to think otherwise.

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2/28. DONNIE BRASCO at Sony Lincoln Square. Liked this. Pretty downbeat and unglamorous for a gangster movie. Pacino and especially Johnny Depp are very good. Pacino is great in his final scene, just after he’s gotten the call that he knows will end in his death for having brought FBI undercover agent Depp into the mob. He tells his wife to go to bed, that he has to go out; then, alone, removes rings, watch, takes the crucifix from his neck and kisses it, takes his wallet and money, and carefully places these things in a drawer in the hall, which he closes, then as an afterthought pulls partly out so he knows his stuff will be readily found. There’s very little on-screen violence, but what there is is pretty horrific, mainly a big scene where Michael Madsen and his men, including Pacino, slaughter a rival faction who’d planned to whack Madsen etc later that night. Depp’s been left outside to watch the car, then is brought in to help chop up the bodies for disposal. Just realized that in a way similar to Henry Hill in GOODFELLAS, both protagonists are never seen getting their hands really dirty, i.e. killing someone. While the movie shows us the stress Depp’s undercover life puts on his “real” life as a husband & father, it doesn’t give much indication of what he really thinks about all this, other than to let us know that he really cares for Pacino, and another scene where it’s clear he regrets causing the beating of a Japanese man in a restaurant who’s insisted Depp and the others remove their shoes according to custom, but Depp can’t because that’s where his tape recorder’s hidden, so he has to work the others up to cover his ass. Actually, we see that apparently he always hides the tape recorder in the boot, which seems a little chancy. After seeing the movie I read Todd McCarthy’s review in Variety, which was mainly favorable, though he pointed out that Depp’s character had no history to indicate why he took the assignment, nor are we given much sense of what he thinks about it. So there do seem to be some missed opportunities here, but it’s still a very strong movie. I hadn’t realized until after that Mike Newell had directed FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL, a decidedly different kind of movie.

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3/1. SMILLA’S SENSE OF SNOW at Sony Lincoln Square. Starts off well, but turns very bad. Julia Ormand’s character for the first half or so is very interesting, edgy, though I don’t know that I have a very precise sense of who or what she is. She has some nice flashback scenes with the little boy who’s freshly dead at the start of the movie. As the end credits were running, the guy next to me said to his date that he thought it was a good movie trying to break free of the constraints of more conventional dramatics. I understand what he meant, but I’m not sure there was ever a good movie there, though there are hints of one. The plotting becomes progressively less credible. The movie really lost me when she gets on the ship, the Kronos. Actually, shortly before that when she goes to the docked Arctic Museum boat and sees the blind audio specialist, then goes back to find him murdered and suddenly the boat blows up. By that point it was really just by-the-numbers movie-making. As we find out more about what’s behind the death of the boy it becomes increasingly like some James Bond movie, with a meteorite that falls in the opening scene in the 1850s, which we find out has somehow revived a prehistoric parasitic worm that’s caused the deaths of people in Richard Harris’ mining company. Along the way Julia Ormond becomes a kind of action heroine. A movie that starts out about an angry, lonely woman who makes trouble trying to find out the reason for the death of a child she’d come to love turns into this unbelievable cliched joke by the end. I liked her in the role, though, even though the several reviews I read after seeing the movie thought she was terribly miscast. I don’t agree there, it’s the movie around her that sucked. Didn’t see Billie August’s last film, HOUSE OF THE SPIRITS, though apparently it was a failure. In this one Gabriel Byrne’s character is a cypher. I always like seeing Robert Loggia, but he’s kind of shoe-horned into being Ormond’s father. There’s a line tossed off that he’s an American doctor who married an Inuit woman in Greenland and then they had Julia. There’s good material & performances in this, but that all gets buried by what’s not good.

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3/14. CITY OF INDUSTRY at 84th Street.  Good movie, but there’s no payoff, no real resolution, to justify all the effort. John Irvin is a good director, and handles this noirish, cynical material well, but the film doesn’t resonate with anything beyond just what it is. I guess it doesn’t necessarily have to, but I wish it had a stronger emotional and moral content that would give it a somewhat tragic (though that’s a heavy word) meaning. Keitel is more than up to this kind of role. He brings a lot to a movie just by his physical presence, and I guess he also brings our awareness of all his previous roles as well. But when he beats Stephen Dorff’s brains out at the end, I wanted it to be more than an act of vengeance. Dorff is pretty good, a really wired, unpredictable character, but he could use something to give him a more human dimension, though maybe the character doesn’t need that, I don’t know. There’s nothing, or not much, here to suggest any kind of spiritual loss at the end, or redemption, or the feeling of noirish Fate. But I liked all the surfaces of this movie, whatever that means.

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3/15. CAPITAINE CONAN at Walter Reade. New Bertrand Tavernier film. He was there to introduce the film and for a short q&a afterwards. I liked this a lot. As someone in the audience pointed out, it’s an anti-war film that also has some very exciting, stirring combat sequences, which is true. Tavernier said that if war was nothing but horrible, ugly events, then it probably wouldn’t happen, but that some people find excitement in the midst of it. Conan & his troops, who he says he recruited mostly from army brigs, are terrifyingly effective fighters, brutal animals. Twice in the movie Conan shouts “Kill ‘em all!” These guys don’t take many prisoners. Conan says that he and about 3000 men like him won the war, the rest just fought in it. It’s a movie that touches on a number of big subjects, i.e. justice, bravery, cowardice, etc, and does so through dimensional characters, mostly decent and honorable, who get caught up in all this shit and have to deal with it. Really powerful.

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3/16. THE RETURN OF THE JEDI at Ziegfeld. Well, EMPIRE STRIKES BACK is far and away the best of the three as far as I’m concerned. Am kind of at a loss to understand how this series captured the collective imagination the way it obviously did. It’s never been away; there’s been merchandizing and books, etc etc during all the years since the original release. My mood probably kept me a little out of it today, too. Seemed like the bulk of the audience was really plugged in, cheering character’s entrances, etc. There was something ritualistic about the whole thing. I think Mark Hamill gives his best “Luke” performance in this one. There’s more emotionally at stake for him with Darth Vader having been revealed to be his father at the end of EMPIRE. The whole Ewok thing really hurts the credibility of the movie, I think. They’re so obviously designed for the toy shelf, cutesy little teddy bear aliens. Kind of similar to the running C3PO and R2D2 interplay, which is irritating to me in all three films. Of course, the series never was 2001, and Lucas was careful to cover as many bases as possible in making everything appealing and satisfying. Got to admit, at the end, when Luke sees visions of Obi-Wan & Yoda & his father, I felt a sudden rush of emotion, like I wanted to cry, so I guess something paid off.

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3/17. THE DEAD ZONE on tape. This is such a repeatable movie for me. Everything about it, the performances, the music, the overall tone, is really rich, has a strong emotional content. It has probably one of Christopher Walken’s best performances. There are minor points to pick at, i.e. the pov break when we see Martin Sheen and his henchman threatening the newspaper editor in his office. I think everything before and after has been from Walken’s pov, either directly or indirectly. Sheen’s campaign for the senate seems awfully skimpy, though this may be due to budget limitations. But it just doesn’t seem likely that he’d only have his thug, Sonny, with him all the time. I don’t like it that Brooke Adams comes to his house with her child when Walken’s father’s away and has sex with him, then when he asks if he’ll see her again, she says “Not like this.” Seems cruel. He’s still in an emotionally fragile state and she got his hopes up without being up front about how things were. This isn’t a problem with the movie; it’s about my personal reaction to that situation. Even though this is arguably a less personal film for David Cronenberg to have made, I think he brings a sensibility and sensitivity to it that few others would have. He treats the material with real respect; it’s a serious film. It’s may be one of the least extreme Cronenberg films, but I really love it. I wish it were available on laser disc, letterboxed. Maybe someday.

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3/21. CRASH at Regency. Found this pretty disappointing. Very difficult to relate to any of the characters. Didn’t seem to build toward a resolution, or climax, or ending. More like it just stopped. I was surprised when I realized it was over, when the camera began to crane up and the screen faded to black under the end credit roll. A strange omission is Vaughn’s car crash in which he presumably dies, though we don’t see any sign of him, other than the wrecked Lincoln. Why didn’t Cronenberg show us at least something of that? Maybe I don’t understand the movie. The characters are like sleepwalkers; nothing seems to touch them; they seem dead. Most of the sex is rear-entry; there’s a lot of rear-ending by cars. Is this supposed to mean something? Still, Cronenberg can create anxiety, a sense of dread and apprehension like no other filmmaker I can think of. He makes me anxious about what I’m going to see. What we see of the thick, twisted, vaginal healed wound on the back of Rosanna Arquette’s thigh is quite disturbing. Some reviews say Spader’s character attempts to fuck this orifice, though I didn’t get that. Another reviewer says flatly that there is no erotic connection between car crashes and sex, which invalidates the whole movie. I don’t know. There’s certainly a connection between car crashes and a death wish, but I’m not sure about sex, unless that’s also a death wish for some people. The movie has a disturbing tone, but it doesn’t add up. I think the lack of a comprehensible narrative structure doesn’t help, just like it didn’t help Lynch’s LOST HIGHWAY. They might make a good double bill, actually.

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3/29. Taped letterboxed THE ROBE off AMC earlier in the week; watched it last couple days. This was the first feature shot in CinemaScope, made in 1953. I remember how it really was made out to be a big deal. I remember the Vista Theater having to install a new screen. So seeing it then was really exciting. Interesting to see it now, and see that they didn’t make as much as they could have of the wider screen size. It obviously took a while to learn how to use it. There aren’t any close-ups in the entire film. Almost all “master shot” tableau compositions, and medium shots. The closest shot I remember is of Pilate washing his hands. We see just his hands and forearms, the wash bowl and table. The camera either quickly pulls back or cuts to a wider shot. Also interesting that Burton got a Best Actor Oscar nomination for this, because his performance doesn’t seem like anything special. I’ll have to check the year to see who he was up against. Have caught some of the pan & scan version AMC’s been also been showing. The image quality seems much sharper, better colors. DEMETRIUS AND THE GLADIATORS, the sequel, is being shown letterboxed tonight, so will tape that. I think Victor Mature was more suited to this particular kind of religious epic, ones with a DeMille aesthetic,  that were popular in the 50s than someone like Burton, which is probably why Mature was in more of them.

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4/11. GROSSE POINTE BLANK at 84th Street. Great movie! George Armitage really has the touch with off-beat subject matter, though not sure what he’s done since MIAMI BLUES years ago. John Cusack is wonderful in this. I liked the way the violence was backed away from, though the shoot out in the convenience store, with the clerk totally unaware as he was playing his violent video game, all the shots fired and no one hit, topped off by the explosion with destroys the store, all this was “movie-ish,” but Cusack stabbing the guy in the throat with the pen at the reunion certainly wasn’t. I like black comedy like this. There’s no way it was “real,” but it played out consistent with its own terms, if you know what I mean. Filled with many great detail touches about going “home,” reunions, etc. Nice to see a movie I don’t have to qualify, make excuses for, or think is any good in the first place.

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4/16. GAMERA: GUARDIAN OF THE UNIVERSE at Film Forum. Great! This was wonderful. Directed in 1995 by Shusuke Kaneto on a $4.5 million dollar budget. First new Gamera picture since 1971 (there were seven Gamera films from 1965 – 1971). Kind of a weird detail is that Ayako Fujitani, who plays a teenage girl who’s in some sort of telepathic communication with Gamera, is Steven Seagal’s daughter. Lots of neat details, i.e. the military having to get the gov’t okay before they can use weapons to attack the monsters, etc. While it’s obvious when miniatures are being used, the effects are still pretty cool. Production values have definitely improved greatly since the heyday of the Godzilla et al films. As one reviewer pointed out, the movie’s strength is that it takes itself seriously, this isn’t camp or tongue-in-cheek stuff. The story starts at ground zero with the monster stuff; the previous Gamera movie history just doesn’t exist. There are many shots of Gamera, mainly when he’s squaring off against his foe, a huge reptilian monster bird, that are quite thrilling, stirring, etc. The first half hour or so, until the birds and Gamera are fully revealed, set things up in an almost documentary style, with a full music sound and titles that identify ships and organizational names, etc. The music score by Ken Ohtani is also quite good overall.

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7/5. CONTACT at Sony Lincoln Square. Pretty good, very good, actually, though there’s something off about it, but not sure what. Maybe because it’s at least two movies in one, and I’m not sure they mesh that well. The journey Jodie Foster makes is quite dazzling, and what happens at the other end wasn’t the let-down I was afraid it would be. John Hurt’s mysterious character and his involvement seemed a little out of place with the more reality-based tone of the rest of the movie. The integration of Bill Clinton with people in the movie recalls FOREST GUMP, but it’s a legitimate technique, and works pretty well. The music score is strongly reminiscent of the GUMP score at times, especially the piano, which I found distracting and a real mistake. The same guy, Alan Silvestri, did both scores. Just wished there hadn’t been those echoes.The little twist at the end when Angela Bassett tells James Woods that there was 18 hours of static on Foster’s video recorder, which would support her claim that the trip actually took place, raises the big question of why didn’t this info surface earlier during Woods’ investigation into what happened during the launch. But overall it’s a good movie with serious concerns. William Fichtner was really good as the blind scientist. Not sure the romance angle with McConaughey & Foster worked, but it provided another emotional layer. ** Have decided the Gumping of Clinton into the film just draws attention to itself, and probably negates any “reality” value it brings to the film. It very much worked in GUMP, but not here. McConaughey’s character adds nothing, at most very little, to the story. And John Hurt’s character is just from some other kind of movie entirely.

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7/12. THE KILLING & CRIME WAVE at Film Forum. Always great to see Kubrick’s THE KILLING, though the print was a little choppy in places, mainly during the robbery itself. Seemed like there’d been breaks in the print, and it’d been spliced back together incorrectly. Whatever. Hayden was really great in this, particularly his reaction at the airport when he knows it’s all over. CRIME WAVE, which I’d never heard of, was also pretty good. Directed by Andre de Toth, this was shot in ‘52 and released in ‘54, two years before THE KILLING. Hayden again, playing a really tough homicide cop. Notable for its location shooting. Early Charles Bronson role, here billed as Charles Buchinsky. Also Timothy Carey stealing every scene he’s in, yet another bizarre performance, very eccentric and fun to watch. The music under the main title is wrong for this type of film, but that’s the last we hear of it. According to Silver & Ward’s Film Noir book, shooting was completed in Dec of ‘52, but it wasn’t released until Jan of ‘54. Wonder why such a delay? I wish the story had been a little more developed, but this movie was a pleasant surprise. It’s a little clumsy how we don’t know until the end that Gene Nelson had left a note for the cops to find in his medicine cabinet, and that Hayden had found it when they searched the apartment. The happy ending, with Hayden’s change of heart and letting Nelson off the hook, is also a little abrupt, but I liked it. Would like to find this on video or laser disc. Also thought Gene Nelson & Phyllis Kirk were really good. Maybe it’s more the presence they had and how they were used in the film. Found Kirk to be especially attractive. She had a very “modern” look, short hair I liked. Don’t think either of them did much if any A-budget work. Have been looking through my reference books for any bio or career info, but nothing so far.

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7/27. AIR FORCE ONE at Vista Theater, Storm Lake, IA. Starts off well, but starts getting pretty unbelievable about an hour in. Harrison Ford is put into some fairly silly situations, like when the hostages are getting away by parachuting from a cargo ramp at the back of the plane and one of the terrorists fouls it up, and suddenly Ford is sucked out the back, but hangs on by his hands. This actually happens twice, at least. Then, after Oldman’s been dispatched, there’s no one left to fly the plane, a 747, and Ford takes that on. The earlier part of of the movie, when everyone thinks Ford got off the plane in an escape pod, and he’s actually lurking around killing off bad guys, is very reminiscent of any of the Die Hard movies and their clones, which this basically is. Still, Ford brings a lot of conviction and believable reactions to the movie. It’s just that he seems like such a real, and vulnerable, guy that when he performs some action hero stunt, it doesn’t quite ring true. Same thing in CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER when he’s hanging off the helicoptor ladder. Gary Oldman was okay as the villain, but he’s really getting typecast in this kind of part. The woman who played Ford’s wife was good; so was the daughter. Otherwise, everybody was just sort of there, and that’s it. But the secret service guy who helped Oldman’s team get on the plane, what the fuck was his deal? After all the terroists are dead and the whole plan’s gone down the toilet, why does he suddenly start shooting people during that unbelievable midair rescue? What could it gain him? Well, whatever. Also getting tired of seeing nothing but CNN coverage simulated in movies lately. What’s that all about?

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7/30. REVENGE OF FRANKENSTEIN & TORTURE GARDEN at Film Forum. I’ve seen REVENGE quite a few times, and have it on laser disc, but not sure I’d ever seen it in a theater, plus this was advertised as a new 35mm print. Print quality was excellent. This is one of the best Hammer productions, and I think the best of their Frankenstein series. TORTURE GARDEN, on the other hand, was pretty much of a mess, one of those anthology horror films that was popular in the 60s & 70s. I’d seen this once before, but only remembered the final episode, with Jack Palance & Peter Cushing as Poe memorabilia collectors. Turns out Cushing has Poe himself down in the cellar. Not nearly as good as I’d remembered. Neat idea, though.

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9/20. THE EDGE at National Theater/film class screening. Anthony Hopkins is great, but hard to believe David Mamet was taking this seriously when he wrote it. I expected more, considering the director was Lee Tamahori. Since it was Mamet, however, a lot of the dialogue is really good. Too many credibility holes for me. They went at least 3 days without any food. It would have taken quite awhile to set up the bear trap, but didn’t seem like it. Apparently within a day after the bear’s been killed, they’ve managed to fashion clothing from the skin; how did they manage that? Wouldn’t it take time for the hide to dry out sufficiently in any event?

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9/27. MOTHER & SON at NYFF. German/Russian production, directed by Aleksandr Sokurov. Liked this in spite of the fact that nothing much “happens” in a traditional narrative sense. A man in a remote countryside where we see no other people takes care of his sick mother; she dies at the end. I know some people found this interminable, though it was only 73 minutes long, but for reasons I can’t explain I was fascinated by it, probably largely due to the nearly fantastic quality of the visuals. It has an almost impressionistic painterly look. The film has a heavy dreamlike feeling that’s disturbing and deathlike at times.

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11/23. ALIEN RESURRECTION at AMMI. Better than the third, not nearly as good as the first two. Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley character is pretty interesting, but since Ripley is dead, this isn’t really Ripley. Yet I respond as though it is. Whatever. Also some unclear plot development. Seemed highly unlikely that the ship was only 3 hours away from Earth. The new alien hybrid creature that’s born at the climax is more or less ludicrous. Shots of the eyes made me think of a guy in a suit. Nonetheless, there are still some very striking scenes in this.

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Okay, that’s a wrap. Break for lunch. See you next time. — Ted Hicks

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Face Time – The Next Batch

As with the previous Face Time posts, there’s no theme or organizing principle to these photographs of actors, other than that they all have the Look, faces that hold the screen and our attention, then and now. I’ve also added some directors and a couple of writers and artists into the mix.

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Ava Gardner

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Audrey Hepburn

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Willem Dafoe

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Robert Ryan (photo by Michael Ochs, 1956)

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Pablo Picasso

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Richard Jaeckel, ageless character actor who specialized in Westerns and war films.

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Charles Laughton

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Paul Newman, directing Harry & Son (1984)

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Cary Grant (photo by George Hoyingen-Heune, 1934)

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Brad Pitt, then and now

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Johnny Weissmuller

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Lana Turner, 1940

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Marilyn Monroe

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Anita Loos — actress, novelist, playwright, screenwriter, died in 1981 at age 93

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Catherine Denueuve and Anne Bancroft

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Basil Rathbone

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Peter Lorre

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Luis Buñuel and Edith Scob, 1969

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Ida Lupino, Fritz Lang, Sidney Lumet, Robert Altman

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Ernest Hemingway and Susan Sontag

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And to wrap things up, Peter O’Toole in Lawrence of Arabia (1962). You can’t get much more iconic than this.

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Previous Face Time posts can be accessed here:

Face Time — The Latest Edition (6/30/2024)

Face Time — The Classics, Part 1 (11/11/2021)

Face Time — The Classics, Part 2 (11/12/2021)

Face Time — The Classics, Part 3 (11/16/2021)

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That’s all for now. See you next time. — Ted Hicks

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What I Saw in 1996 – 11/20 to 12/31

In 1996, I started keeping a record of movies I’d seen, with the first entry on November 20. I thought it might be interesting (hopefully) to look back at what I thought about the films I saw through the end of that year.

At the beginning, I wrote notes like the ones below expressing my reactions to the films, but by mid-year of 2001 I’d basically stopped doing so. Since then, I’ve continued to keep a log of everything I see by listing when and where seen, the title and director. So basically just a list. I regret not continuing these notes, which would have made for a more complete record.

Just to clarify, when I mention a Sony theater, those are now AMCs.  Tape refers to VHS video tape (yes, this was the distant analog past).  Films titles are in all-caps, as opposed to the italics I use now. Except for minor edits, I’ve left these entries as they were, though I’ve added posters for a little color.

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11/20. THE ENGLISH PATIENT. Saw this at Sony Lincoln Square. Written & directed by Anthony Minghella, whose work I don’t know. Liked it a lot. Felt very intelligent and emotional. Kristin Scott Thomas, especially, was great, a very strong presence. Juliette Binoche was good, but her character felt somewhat peripheral to the main story, which I took to be about the Ralph Fiennes character and his love affair with Thomas. Though I realize it probably parallels that story line, or counterpoints it in some way I didn’t really get it, at least not in the gut. The only time I felt it went really off track for me was when it left Fiennes and Willem Dafoe and followed Binoche and the Indian guy, Kip, for awhile. But I guess even that fits the theme, which I think was about how names, nationalities, languages, countries finally don’t matter in the face of love. Now I’ll read some of the reviews to see what those takes are like.

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11/21. Watched BAD BOYS on tape last night and today. Michael Bay went on to direct THE ROCK, which I thought was pretty good. This one is not so good, though I suppose it does what it sets out to do. Will Smith and Martin Lawrence swapping identities to fool witness Tea Leoni was lame and stupid, quite illogical. Of course, I usually find mistaken identity gambits in movies very irritating, for reasons I don’t entirely understand. But it was comic padding for this movie. Will Smith actually has a strong presence. Would like to see him do something serious. He and Lawrence play off each other okay, but I’d like to have seen it reined in some. Tea Leoni has great legs, which were constantly exposed by the very short skirts she wore. The action sequences were okay but not great, sort of second-rate John Woo. ** Watched first 10-15 minutes of HOUSE OF FRANKENSTEIN video I bought earlier today. It’s sort of the last hurrah of Universal horror movies of the 30s & early 40s. If I remember rightly, this is the one where Larry Talbot gets cured.__________________________________________________________

11/22. Saw STAR TREK: FIRST CONTACT this afternoon at Sony 84th. The Variety review led me to believe it was going to be better than it was. It was okay, very good technically, but really too fast. There was no down time, no time for reflection or much characterization. Of course, I guess by now the characters are all a given value. They played fast and loose with the time travel premise. The business of the bullets from the machine gun Picard used on the holodeck being lethal was pretty illogical, plus his one line explanation for why they worked. Alfre Woodard brought some real intensity to her role. Patrick Stewart was more physical this time around, particularly in the climactic scene when he’s wearing a sleeveless top. Alice Krige’s Borg queen was pretty intriguing. She brought a creepy sexuality to the role, though of course the make-up helped. While it was much better than the last movie, it still played more like a TV episode, particularly when compared to STAR TREK II THE WRATH OF KHAN or #4 THE VOYAGE HOME. I guess my main objection is that it moved too fast, felt rushed. It was like there was too much story for the amount of time and budget they had. Nevertheless, it was entertaining and I’m sure there’ll be another. Doubt that it’s going to bring many new Trek fans into the fold, though. ** Watched a little more of HOUSE OF FRANKENSTEIN, but didn’t have much patience with it tonight.

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11/23. THE WAR AT HOME, directed by Emilio Estevez. Saw this at Sony Lincoln Square this afternoon. From a play called Homefront, this is set in 1972, about a Vietnam vet played by Estevez and his difficulties fitting back into his family, which includes Martin Sheen as his father, Kathy Bates as his mother, and Kimberly Williams as his sister. But it’s also about the “war” that’s going on among the rest of the family members as well. Not bad, though feels like a stage play at times, which I guess reflects the source material. Interesting watching Sheen and Estevez play father & son,  since they’re father & son in real life. There are a number of scenes of real emotional intensity, when you feel like some truth is being revealed, but the whole thing doesn’t quite come together. Don’t think the hallucinatory combat flashbacks quite worked, either. Estevez pulling a gun on Sheen at the climax, and saying that he was trying to kill Sheen with every person he killed in Vietnam, also seemed like too much to me. There’s a cheat as well with the gun, because we’d earlier seen Estevez loading the pistol, but when he finally pulls the trigger on his father, it’s empty. Obviously he’d unloaded it in the interim, but it was a manipulation. Nevertheless, I liked it, though it feels a little dated. Jeez, isn’t Vietnam still a topic? ** Finished watching HOUSE OF FRANKENSTEIN. What a hodgepodge. Still kind of fun, though.

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11/24. SHINE, directed by Scott Hicks. Australian film about real-life pianist David Helfgott, his repressive, controlling father (Armin Mueller-Stahl), his early life as a prodigy, his mental breakdown, and the start of his recovery, or resurrection. The adult Helfgott’s manerisms I found irritating, though I think I was supposed to find them eccentrically charming. I mean, I saw the damaged person, but was frequently put off, maybe frightened, by his condition and behavior. At one point I almost left, when it was obvious that he wasn’t going to stand up, on screen at least, to the emotional abusiveness of his father. Still, it’s well-acted and put together. The scene where he plays the “Rach 3” and basically has his breakdown is pretty powerful. John Guilgud is great, as usual, as his teacher at the Royal College of Music in London. I wasn’t blown away, though, by the movie overall. ** Also watched John Woo’s THE KILLER on laser disk last night. Been a while since I’d seen the entire thing. Pretty neat. ** Watched Woo’s HARD-BOILED on laser tonight. It’s funny, but while this one is more hard-core, I think THE KILLER is more emotionally involving. They make quite a pair, though. Now I have to watch them both again, this time listening to the commentary tracks. I wish Criterion would do one of these for BULLET IN THE HEAD.

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11/25. Watched HEAT on laser disk tonight. I really like this movie. The action sequences are very exciting. Mann’s use of music is really effective, that cool, ominous drone-like stuff with snakey percussion lines underneath it. I suppose on a literal level the shootout on the street after the bank job is absurd, but it’s quite amazing nonetheless, and has a very physical feel.

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11/26. Walked out of JINGLE ALL THE WAY about half-way through yesterday (11/25). Might’ve been partly my mood, which didn’t feel too humorous, but this seemed to be an incredibly badly done film, particularly for Arnold. He’s generally much sharper about the films he appears in. His performance was especially bad, very broad, exaggerated and insincere. Both he and Phil Hartman were acting as though they were in a SNL sketch. Rita Wilson’s performance was more realistically grounded. It was fun seeing the MPLS-St.Paul locations in the exteriors, but that’s about it. This film needed a much more deft touch. I knew it was off from the opening credits. Wished I’d given it a whole shot, but sitting in that cold, mostly empty theater (Coronet) watching this amazingly out of touch movie was more than I wanted to do at the moment. Maybe I’ll catch it on video someday, though I doubt that it turned around from what I’d seen up to the point I bailed out.

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11/28. Saw THE CRUCIBLE yesterday at Sony Lincoln Square. Liked it. Rob Campbell, who I’d never heard of before, was quite effective in supporting role of Rev. Hale. It builds to a quite emotional moment when Day-Lewis and the other two women are on the gallows at the end. The preceding scene, when Day-Lewis finally refuses to give a false confession in order to save himself, is also quite strong. ** Saw HYPE! again last night. David & I went. The movie didn’t impress quite as much as when I’d seen it at the Cinerock series at Walter Reade, but that may be partly due to the sound problems at the Sony State where we saw it. Also seems like there was a number missing from it this time, though have no idea what. I remember when I saw it first time there was a song played that really knocked me out, the song & performance, but wasn’t there this time. Don’t know if I’m right about this, though. ** Watched THE BRIDE WITH WHITE HAIR on laser disk earlier tonight. Had ordered it without having seen it, which is kind of a risk, but it came highly recommended in the “Sex & Zen” book. Liked it, though I think it would be best appreciated on a big screen. Brigitte Lin is quite a presence.

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11/29. Watched John Sayles’ EIGHT MEN OUT on tape tonight. It’s a good film, but not nearly as good as I’d remembered, or thought I’d remembered. I particularly didn’t like the music score, even though it sounded like period music, still found it irritating. Found it confusing trying to follow all the ins and outs of the fix and subsequent trial. David Strathairn was great, as usual.

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11/30. MARS ATTACKS sneak preview at Sony Village 7 earlier tonight. Thought this was great. The opening scene and main title sequence was breathtaking, particularly with Danny Elfman’s music. Felt it slowed down some then, took awhile to get rolling, but the strength of the opening carried me until things took off. Nicholson’s performance as the President wasn’t as broad as I’d thought it might be, based on the trailers I’d seen. His second role as the Vegas guy didn’t work so well, not sure why they did that. Will be interesting to see how this does. Might be a little too weird for a mass audience, don’t know. It’s much better than INDEPENDENCE DAY, but I doubt the millions who saw that will carry over to this one.

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12/3. ZERO KELVIN at Film Forum. Norwegian film about a young writer in 1925 who goes to a fur trapping outpost in Greenland where he’s supposed to spend a year with two guys who have been there awhile. Interesting movie. I was tired today, so probably as alert as I’d liked to have been, but it kept my attention. Wouldn’t be a smart movie to see in the winter.

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12/6. EVERYONE SAYS I LOVE YOU at Sony Lincoln Square. Woody Allen’s musical comedy. Pretty inventive, but not great. Didn’t like the aspect of Allen’s daughter eavesdropping on Julia Roberts’ therapy sessions and giving the information to him so he could score with Roberts. Found that kind of offensive, at least the fact that the movie just accepted that it was okay, or at least didn’t comment on that aspect of it. Maybe I’m being a little uptight about it. Also the scene where Tim Roth’s ex-con character comes to Goldie Hawn’s birthday party and is so crudely aggressive toward the women, particularly Drew Barrymore, that also made me uncomfortable. I know it was being played for laughs, but maybe that’s part of what bothered me. But there’s lots to like in the movie, especially the scene near the end with Goldie Hawn and Allen dancing by the Seine. Found the extremely affluent lifestyle of all the characters a little irritating, but maybe that’s because it’s not remotely mine. Go see it anyway. You’ll like it.

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12/7. RIDICULE at Lincoln Plaza. Directed by Patrice Laconte (MONSIEUR HIRE). Cast: Charles Berling (Ponceludon de Malavoy), Judith Godreche (Mathilde de Bellegarde), Jean Rochefort (Marquis de Bellegarde), Fanny Ardant (Madame de Blayac), Bernard Giraudeau (Abbot de Vilecourt). * I really liked this one. About life at the court of Versailles a few years before the Revolution, and how important it was to one’s survival there to possess a quick and cutting wit. The story’s about Ponceludon’s efforts to get a grant from the king to drain the swamps to save lives from mosquitos and malaria, and how he’s willing to ingratiate himself at Versailles to do this. He’s a really sharp witted guy, and Jean Rochefort takes him under his wing, plus he falls in love with Rochefort’s beautiful, willful daughter Mathilde, who spends much of her time trying to perfect a diving suit. This stuff with the diving suit is really unexpected and quite wonderful. This movie was a real pleasure to sit through. Odd thing at the beginning, before the main title credits we see this guy go into the dark room of an enfeebled aristocrat, who we learn was renowned for his cutting wit at court, piss on this old man for a remark made years before that humiliated this guy. What I found curious is that we get a close shot of the man undoing his trousers and pulling out his cock, which I suppose was a prosthetic and not his real dick, then shots from an angle showing the stream of piss. I’m wondering why they showed the cock, when the action could have been clearly conveyed without doing so. Maybe it was supposed to provide a real jolt at that point, and really break the decorum of the language being spoken, etc. Whatever. Great movie. Would like to find out if it’s based on actual characters and events.

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12/8. YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN on laser disc. Was anxious to get this laser disc, since it has a bunch of supplementary materials, mainly a running commentary by Mel Brooks on one of the alternate tracks. Just watched it straight today, plus some of the supplementary stuff. Anxious now to watch it again listening to what Brooks has to say. Still think some of the pacing, mainly in terms of Gene Wilder’s reactions, is a little off, too long. These moments fall flat for me, but basically it’s a great movie.

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12/13. MARS ATTACKS again at Lincoln Square with my friend David. He didn’t like it that much, expected it to be much funnier. This time around it especially seems to take too long to get rolling after the knockout main title sequence. I still like it a lot, but it’s a pretty loose movie.

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12/14. JERRY MAGUIRE at Lincoln Square. Written & directed by Cameron Crowe. Tom Cruise (Jerry Maguire), Cuba Gooding Jr (Rod Tidwell), Renee Zellweger (Dorothy Boyd), Bonnie Hunt (Laurel Boyd), Jonathan Lipnicki (Ray Boyd). Really liked this. Feels like one of Cruise’s best performances, and it’s refreshing to see him play a character who’s not on top of everything, not so sure of himself, not so cocky. He’s a good actor who’s slowly starting to get some respect, I think, beyond just his good looks and ability to sell movies. Cuba Gooding is amazing, gives a really larger than life performance. Really liked Renee Zellweger and this kid Lipnicki, who plays her son. His character is maybe a little too good to be true, but very sweet and fresh nonetheless. Wasn’t sure why it was the Jay Mohr character (Bob Sugar) who fires Cruise, and not his boss from the agency, or someone more clearly a superior. I got really emotionally involved in Cruise’s relationship with Zellweger, which was nicely free of the more usual movie & sitcom complications, and very much wanted things to work out for them. There probably wasn’t any doubt that things would turn out okay, but the movie didn’t get there through the usual paths.

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12/20. SCREAM. Directed by Wes Craven. Written by Kevin Williamson. Neve Campbell (Sydney Prescott), Courtney Cox (Gale Weathers), Skeet Ulrich (Billy Loomis), Drew Barrymore (Casey Becker). Thought this was pretty good. Sometimes when the slasher-movie nut guys were talking about movie stuff, it wasn’t always credible they’d be talking and acting like they were, given the circumstances of the actual killings going on; then again, who knows. Also thought it was distracting having Henry Winkler turn up as the school principal, and felt it was clumsy the two times he startled himself in the mirror in his office. Nevertheless, this pretty much pulled off the trick of balancing self-referential stuff about horror movies with genuine horror movie action and tension. Plus the performances were committed enough to generate some real anxiety and emotion. The ghost mask the killer wore was just great. Thought this was better than Craven’s last film, NEW NIGHTMARE, which was also a horror movie about horror movies. This one managed to have it both ways; i.e. making fun of slasher movie conventions, while at the same time using them in a very real way. Pretty clever, but more than that. Lots of blood.

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12/20. THE GHOSTS OF MISSISSIPPI. Directed by Rob Reiner. Written by Lewis Colick. Alec Baldwin (Bobby DeLaughter), Whoopie Goldberg (Myrlie Evers), James Woods (Bryon De La Beckwith). Really flat, predictable, boring, and somewhat offensive. The courtroom scenes are particularly flat and tedious. Woods is great, though more effective, I think, in the scenes set in 1963, when he doesn’t have all that old age makeup to distract me. The makeup is great, but I know it’s a special effect. Baldwin is good, but his character is yet another white man who saves the day in a movie ostensibly about injustices suffered by blacks. A lot of the dialogue is really bad. Near the end of the movie, Whoopi tells Baldwin he reminds her of Medgar. I wonder how that’s going to go over? There’s a lot of “message” dialogue. One of the biggest problems for me was that the state didn’t really make it’s case against Beckwith. We see Beckwith shoot Evers at the beginning of the movie, so in terms of the movie, he did it, no question. Plus he’s obviously an unregenerate scumbag, though compared to the rest of the cast, probably the most interesting character on screen (though Craig T. Nelson & William H. Macy are really strong in their roles). But it’s interesting, and quite problematic to me, that the closing argument given by one of Beckwith’s lawyers (Bill Smitrovich) is more effective and makes more legal sense than Baldwin’s. It’s hard to get around the idea that the law has to apply to Beckwith as well as anybody else, otherwise what does it mean? It’ll be interesting to see how this movie does. What’s too bad is that it’s a powerful story, but the filmmakers really botched the telling of it.

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12/21. BEAVIS & BUTT-HEAD DO AMERICA. I enjoyed this, laughed out loud several times, and was generally amused. Had doubts Mike Judge could sustain the B&B schtick for 80 minutes. It works pretty well, but you’ve got to be into it to start with. It’s extremely anally oriented. Beavis, wired and out of control on amphetamines, is pretty funny. Robert Stack was funny doing the voice of an ATF agent leading a pursuit of these clueless dolts. The thing is, it’s hard not to feel some affection for them.

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12/24. LA CEREMONIE. Directed by Claude Chabrol. Really enjoyed this. Reminded me a lot of earlier Chabrol films from the 70s, except for the level of violence that the movie ends with. The main character, a servant named Sophie, is largely an unexplained character, which makes her all the more unsettling. She seems truly deranged, but in a very private, tightly wrapped way, unlike Isabelle Huppert’s character who seems more understandable, someone strongly acting out anti-social impulses. Sophie seems more like a different species of life. There’s a lot more I could say about this movie, and maybe will later, but don’t feel like it right now.

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12/25. MESSAGE TO LOVE-ISLE OF WIGHT 1970 FESTIVAL. The music is mediocre at best, with the exception of The Who, Miles Davis, and Jimi Hendrix. The film is uninteresting visually and in its editing. The focus is on how the festival was a financial disaster, on the collision between the Sixties peace & love philosophy given lip-service by the spoiled hippies in attendance and the profit-motive realities of the music business. It’s interesting to contrast this film with WOODSTOCK, about the 1969 festival of the year before. WOODSTOCK was edited in such a way as to show all the light and beauty and positive vibes of the festival and its music and the flower children who were there, whereas this film reflects a decidedly cynical, negative view. It’s probably a little closer to the reality, but there’s still nothing objective about it.

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12/26. MICHAEL. Not so good. Of interest only for John Travolta as the literal angel of the title. The trailers had led me to expect something a little edgier. Nice to see what purported to be Iowan landscapes. Looked accurate enough. This is closer to the poor quality of Ephron’s earlier film MIXED NUTS, though not quite the disaster that one was. In any event, makes SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE seem like more of an accident than anything else. Travolta’s great, but that’s not enough.

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12/27. BEAVIS & BUTT-HEAD DO AMERICA. Saw this again with David.It holds up pretty well on second viewing.

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12/27. LONE WOLF & CUB – SWORD OF VENGEANCE. Bought laser disc on spec. Turned out to be only average. Also, while the sub-titling is very good, the picture is soft. Some of the violence is good, but the guy who plays Lone Wolf doesn’t have much appeal.

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12/28. PALE RIDER on laser disc. I find this a very repeatable film. When I saw it in the theater I think I wasn’t all that impressed, but have changed my mind over the years. The plot parallels to SHANE are pretty obvious, but it’s not like it’s a rip-off. The supernatural aspects, never explained or confirmed, are quite intriguing.

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12/29. ALIENS on laser disc. Still works.

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12/30. SOME MOTHER’S SON. Saw this mainly for Helen Mirren. She’s good, as usual, but the story’s a bit predictable. Also felt a little flat in the telling. Maybe they were trying to avoid sensationalizing the material. Or maybe the fact that I’ve got a cold prevented me from giving this movie it’s due. Don’t think so, though. Not sure what I was supposed to take away from it.

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12/31. GOOD FELLAS on laser disc.

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I was obviously running out of steam near the end, as evidenced by the progressively minimal comments. What strikes me now is how few of these films had any staying power, in the sense that they’ve been basically forgotten. I suppose this is true of any year. Heat, Aliens, Young Frankenstein, and Goodfellas are still around. Bad Boys and Scream spawned numerous sequels (I’m loathe to use the term “franchise” when it comes to film series). I think The Crucible, Eight Men Out, and Ridicule are worth reviving. It would be nice to see them at a repertory house, such as Film Forum. Until then, there’s always streaming.

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See you next time. Stay tuned. — Ted Hicks

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