setsuled: (Frog Leaf)


If you're looking for a film that embodies many of the negative preconceptions people might have about old movies, 1954's The Black Knight fits the bill in a lot of ways. A big Hollywood star who couldn't be bothered to do much work; a screenplay lacking any sense of research, heavily reliant on well-worn formula; a pro-Christian bias that seems there more by default than any deeply held feeling. The Black Knight does have some beautiful location footage and a great supporting cast that includes Peter Cushing, Patrick Troughton, and Andre Morell but in too many ways it feels like it has less than half of what it needs to be a real movie.



Alan Ladd stars as John, castle smith to the Earl of Yeonil (Harry Andrews) in Arthurian England. John decides to become a knight on the recommendation of his friend, Sir Ontzlake (Morell), after the Earl banishes John when the smith's love for his daughter, Linet (Patricia Medina), comes to light.



This movie is not an example of Alan Ladd at his best. I guessed that he must not have been present for any of the location shots--every scene set in the woods has his character wearing a face concealing helmet with an occasionally very obviously process shot close-up of Ladd thrown in.



Then I read on the Wikipedia entry this quote from Donald Sinden who had a dressing room near Ladd's during the film's production: "(Ladd) brought in his entourage a double-cum-stunt man who bore an uncanny resemblance to him. The double did all the long shots, most of the medium shots and even appeared in two-shots when the hero had his back to the camera. The 'star' only did eleven days work in the entire film." And as for the few times you do see Ladd, I couldn't agree more with a critic quoted on Wikipedia as saying Ladd played the part "like a tired American businessman prevailed upon to take the lead in a revival of Merrie England." The movie clearly aims to be in the Errol Flynn or Tyrone Power mould of exhilarating swashbuckler but Ladd doesn't muster an ounce of the requisite pluck.



Adopting the persona of the Black Knight for reasons not entirely clear while searching for proof that Sir Palamides (Cushing) conducted a raid on Yeonil's castle disguised as a Viking, John seems to be aping Zorro a little bit. Palamides is a Saracen, a real character from Arthurian legend, though even Thomas Malory doesn't portray the Arabian knight as such a two dimensional villain. But he's still one of the film's high points for Cushing's quietly intense, fiery performance. His dialogues with the film's other villain, King Mark (Troughton), are great fun to watch.



Another character actually from Arthurian legend, the film takes a lot more liberties with King Mark, rendering him a crypto-Pagan complete with a secret headquarters for human sacrifice at Stonehenge. This leads up to a big set piece where the need for a "flaxen haired" sacrifice bizarrely calls for Medina to wear a blonde wig, presumably meant to be a scalp.



The cheesy Stonehenge set is okay but it pales in comparison to several shots of real castles in Wales and Spain used for the film.



Though the movie has no idea how things worked in mediaeval castles--Palamides storms the Earl's castle in the beginning without any resistance due to a total, inexplicable lack of guards.

The movie has a lot of great location shots, including a really cool joust between Ontzlake and John in a wood with little ground foliage.



And Andre Morell, the weirdo, actually showed up for work at the location shots. He looks and acts every inch the romantic mediaeval knight. How nice it would've been if he were the lead.



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In placid jello faces light emerged.
Unshaking mass engulfed the glassy ice.
In time the many feet in lines converge.
The splitting sand collects the movers twice.
Behind a pallid flame the floor descends.
A novel sun awakes in vanished eyes.
Through hers on tape a biker's ghost suspends.
The mountain grants the mice a thousand tries.
Eleven days a double knight assayed.
A speeding station filled electric clouds.
No faster thing than static posts invade.
About the dust there grew the dizzy crowds.
Eleven lads escort the active noon.
Surprising breakfasts greet them on the moon.
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Things are really starting to coalesce on Twin Peaks--last night's episode set the stage for next week's finale with victories for both the forces of good and bad. At the same time questions were answered and other answers were teased with ominous implications. The show continues to be a discussion on the lifelong effects of trauma while also continuing to focus on the unpredictability and strangeness of life.

Spoilers after the screenshot



And it looks like we've seen the end of Hutch (Tim Roth) and Chantal (Jennifer Jason Lee). A couple of assassins whose scenes of drifting non-sequitor dialogue, maybe it was their destiny to be taken out by a random nuisance. It seems both a reflection of the fact that you can't plan for everything and that the secret forces of the universe might be helping Cooper (Kyle MacLachlan) at every turn.



As one of the FBI agents on the scene mentions, Dougie's home is located on a street called Lancelot Court. It occurred to me again how David Lynch and Mark Frost have seeded references to Arthurian legend throughout the series. If you remember, the entrance to the Black Lodge is located in Glastonbury Grove, the name excitedly noted by Cooper as being that of "the legendary burial place of King Arthur!" One could draw a lot of parallels--Cooper's backstory involved an affair with Caroline, the wife of his mentor, Wyndom Earle. It's not precisely Guinevere and Arthur, but it's close. Like Lancelot, who went mad and lived under another identity in exile, Cooper has spent this past season in exile from all who knew his real self, as a sleep walker going by the name Dougie Jones. Janey E (Naomi Watts) could be seen as an analogue of Elaine of Corbenic, thus perhaps explaining the "E" in her name.



The FBI agents that form Gordon Cole's (David Lynch) team tend to be people of extraordinary ability. As we saw last night, Cooper was immediately displaying his powers, somehow knowing immediately that Bushnell (Don Murray) was carrying a pistol and formulating plans and implementing them with incredible speed. I think this is also why Lynch tends to cast singers with a striking, otherworldly stage presence as agents--Chris Isaak, David Bowie, and Chrysta Bell. He casts real legends as legendary figures.



Cooper's parting with Janey E and Sonny Jim (Pierce Gagnon) was bittersweet and I felt bad for the two of them. But it's the gentlest incidence on the show of someone learning their lover is not who he or she appears to be.



Watching Twin Peaks next to Game of Thrones is an interesting contrast in how the two shows deal with the impact of trauma, especially rape. While Game of Thrones tends to show that the experience makes people nicer (Theon) or smarter (Sansa), Twin Peaks is more interested in how a violation of trust can destabilise a personality. We finally learn for sure that Richard (Eamon Farren) is the product of Mr. C (Kyle MacLachlan) having raped Audrey Horne (Sherilyn Fenn)--Mr. C and Richard together both embody aspects of Morgan Le Fay and Mordred.

Both Audrey and Diane (Laura Dern) are dealing with the effects of having their trust in Cooper violated, the violation made more severely disturbing by how good we know Cooper is. How much either one consciously knows about the doppelganger can be questioned--the badness in Diane's experience happens before the rape when she can tell something is wrong in Cooper's kiss. Like the identities Diane and Audrey had created through what they believed was the nature of their relationship with, and appearance from the perspective of, the other person, there's a disturbing disconnect between what is felt and what is known.



The lyrics to the song performed by Eddie Vedder in the episode could not have been more appropriate.

One liar's promise drained the blood from my heart
Came a message in the dark


. . .

I stare at my reflection to the bone
Blurred eyes look back at me


. . .

Fearful of dreams, there'll be no sleep tonight
Fine at dinner, dead by dessert
Victim or witness, we're gonna get hurt
A fragile existence with echoes of wrath
I can't stop the bleeding nor the tears from thine eye
There's another us around somewhere with much better lives




This is followed by "Audrey's Dance" and she gets up as if in a pantomime of her old identity but of course she's interrupted, once again by a pair of strangers having a problem in their relationship. And we could say this all goes back to the strange cockroach frog that crawled into the girl's mouth in episode eight.



The whole episode was brilliant but my favourite scene was Diane talking to Gordon, Albert (Miguel Ferrer), and Tammy (Chrysta Bell). That gun in her purse was a potent reminder of why Lynch was once so often compared to Hitchcock--it's hard to think of a better example of Hitchcock's "bomb under the table" philosophy of suspense. I was really worried she was going to shoot Gordon but, of course, two legendary knights were much quicker on the draw.
setsuled: (Frog Leaf)


Who ordered the gangster King Arthur who knows Kung Fu? Well that's what Guy Ritchie's delivered with 2017's King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, featuring the fresh faced Charlie Hunnam as the famous rough and tumble brothel raised cockney of yore. I must admit, this ridiculous, perplexing creation is a lot of fun. At any rate, it's better than First Knight.

I could see Guy Ritchie directing a decent version of Oliver Twist one day. He certainly seems like he'd be more comfortable with the Artful Dodger and Bill Sikes than he is with Percival or Bedivere. King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, first of a planned six part film series unlikely to happen now considering this one's disastrous box office, feels for all the world like Ritchie's protest against the world that would force him to make a big budget sword and sorcery film.

It was like Ritchie burst into the Warner Brothers' office and said, "I got this great idea for a film about this hood named Artie and his pals Backlack and George--"

"You're doing a King Arthur film, Guy."

"As I was saying, this idea I have's about a king named Arthur and his pals Backlack and George . . ."

When the film is focusing on that crew, roaming about a preposterously Victorian Londinium, it's a lot of fun, deploying the layering of narratives of guys who take the piss telling stories that are cinematically illustrated. And why not? If the movie can have twenty storey war elephants, why not gangsters, too?

And it does have twenty storey war elephants. The first fifteen minutes of the film might well convince you there's nothing of value here because it's a muddled retread of the usual Lord of the Rings battle sequences with some 300 fast/slo-mo featuring the long lost Eric Bana as Uther Pendragon. What has Eric Bana been up to? He was so great in Hulk and Munich. Anyway, for all the poetry in Ritchie's editing of street guys telling stories, he does not have the chops to thread together a massive fantasy battle. Uther manages to get on top of an elephant alone to kill its master and then somehow gets out unscathed while everyone else dies--no idea how, the film just cuts to him standing on a battlement looking grim.

Ritchie draws on video games a lot, like Zack Snyder before him, and one can detect traces of Skyrim and God of War and the finale is right out of Soul Calibur. But the feeling that the rules are totally arbitrary isn't helped by the confusion created with the editing. When Ritchie is dealing with guys on the street, he seems to relax and make something more coherent, consequently making the plight of a minor child character in the middle of the film, and the distress over the potential loss of his parent, far more effective than Arthur witnessing the loss of his own parents at the beginning of the film. Ritchie makes the odd choice of having child Arthur's face be a total emotional blank, which is a bit eerie but also removes the viewer from emotional investment. This is exacerbated when the child's age in this one scene, repeatedly referred back to, seems to fluctuate between helpless infant and boy capable of tossing a sword.

Arthur's youth is shown in montage as his life in the brothel teaches him about scumbags. He learns slight of hand cons in alleyways and, yes, learns Kung Fu so he can protect the prostitutes from belligerent customers. But just because Arthur was raised by prostitutes, don't expect any of them to be a full fledged character or a mother figure. They remain throughout the film interchangeable pretty ladies there for Arthur to protect. In a way, I do like that the film doesn't have a token warrior lady (though this being after the time of Boudica that wouldn't be such an anachronism) and perhaps if Ritchie really feels uncomfortable writing female characters maybe it is best he avoids them almost entirely. But it is conspicuous. The only female character who becomes something like a personality is unnamed, referred simply as "the mage"--played by Astrid Berges-Frisbey with an intriguing, smouldering performance, she too mostly functions as a damsel in distress, except when she unleashes a power near the end that makes you ask, "Why didn't she do this a long time ago?"

Maybe they avoided a warrior woman because that drip, Gal Gadot, was featured as Wonder Woman in two trailers. Good grief, how much longer is Warners going to have money to burn? Well, again, I did have a lot of fun watching King Arthur, so I wouldn't say they're consistently making bad movies but, judging from King Arthur's box office, they are making consistently bad business decisions.

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