Sunday, November 6, 2011

It's stronger than I remembered...

...and therefore probably easier to dismiss, overstatement being Kael's leading vice as a writer. This is a quote from a quote, just to make sure we know what we're talking about. There's also a memorable "of course" in the final graph.

Are people becoming afraid of American movies? When acquaintances ask me what they should see and I say The Last Waltz or Convoy or Eyes of Laura Mars, I can see the recoil. It’s the same look of distrust I encountered when I suggested Carrie or The Fury or Jaws or Taxi Driver or the two Godfather pictures before that. They immediately start talking about how they “don’t like” violence. But as they talk you can see that it’s more than violence they fear. They indicate that they’ve been assaulted by too many schlocky films—some of them highly touted, like The Missouri Breaks. They’re tired of movies that reduce people to nothingness, they say—movies that are all car crashes and killings and perversity. They don’t see why they should subject themselves to experiences that will tie up their guts or give them nightmares.



And if that means that they lose out on a Taxi Driver or a Carrie, well, that’s not important to them. The solid core of young moviegoers may experience a sense of danger as part of the attraction of movies; they may hope for new sensations and want to be swept up, overpowered. But these other, “more discriminating” movie goers don’t want that sense of danger. They want to remain in control of their feelings, so they’ve been going to the movies that allow them a distance—European films such as Cat and Mouse, novelties like Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands, prefab American films, such as Heaven Can Wait, or American films with an overlay of European refinement, like the hollowly objective Pretty Baby, which was made acceptable by reviewers’ assurances that the forbidden subject is handled with good taste, or the entombed Interiors.

If educated Americans are rocking on their heels—if they’re so punchy that they feel the need to protect themselves—one can’t exactly blame them for it. But one can try to scrape off the cultural patina that, with the aid of the press and TV, is forming over this timidity. Reviewers and commentators don’t have to be crooked or duplicitous to praise dull, stumpy movies and disapprove of exciting ones. What’s more natural than that they would share the fears of their readers and viewers, take it as a cultural duty to warn them off intense movies, and equate intense with dirty, cheap, adolescent? Discriminating moviegoers want the placidity of nice art—of movies tamed so that they are no more arousing than what used to be called polite theatre. So we’ve been getting a new cultural puritanism—people go to the innocuous hoping for the charming, or they settle for imported sobriety, and the press is full of snide references to Coppola’s huge film in progress, and a new film by Peckinpah is greeted with derision, as if it went without saying that Bloody Sam couldn’t do anything but blow up bodies in slow motion, and with the most squalid commercial intentions.

This is, of course, a rejection of the particular greatness of movies: their power to affect us on so many sensory levels that we become emotionally accessible, in spite of our thinking selves. Movies get around our cleverness and our wariness; that’s what used to draw us to the picture show. Movies—and they don’t even have to be first-rate, much less great—can invade our sensibilities in the way that Dickens did when we were children, and later, perhaps, George Eliot and Dostoevski, and later still, perhaps, Dickens again. They can go down even deeper—to the primitive levels on which we experience fairy tales. And if people resist this invasion by going only to movies that they’ve been assured have nothing upsetting in them, they’re not showing higher, more refined taste; they’re just acting out of fear, masked as taste. If you’re afraid of movies that excite your senses, you’re afraid of movies.

7 comments:

Tulkinghorn said...
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Tulkinghorn said...

Easier to dismiss? I'd say impossible to accept, much after the age of thirty...

Kael's weakness is not overstatement but an us-against-them style of polemic that is no longer amusing.

The following, as someone once said, is not only nonsense, but nonsense on stilts... (and, as it turned out, wrong about Peckinpah's later movies as well)

a new film by Peckinpah is greeted with derision, as if it went without saying that Bloody Sam couldn’t do anything but blow up bodies in slow motion, and with the most squalid commercial intentions.

This is, of course, a rejection of the particular greatness of movies: their power to affect us on so many sensory levels that we become emotionally accessible, in spite of our thinking selves.

David Chute said...

The judgements on specific films don't always hold up, I agree. But the description of the way movies effect us still works -- for me, anyway.

The cotext of this essay was that Kael had spent just about ten years (since Bonnie and Clyde) trying to make a case for what she saw as an American-style New Wave. She was disappointed that more of her fellow critics and taste makers didn't agree. And then Jaws and Star Wars were released.

Tulkinghorn said...

There's that damning phrase: "The ways movies affect us."

Why assume that your reactions are universal? The corollary -- that the reactions of those who disagree are not only wrong but somehow immoral or unnatural -- is exceptionally distasteful and irritating. Better not to go there, and most critics don't, but she did. Creating fervid acolytes and dissenters....

David Chute said...

Actually "effect" is also correct here.

David Chute said...

Her basic take on this stuff still works for me. The power she's referring to may seem insidious because it can work on us even in films like Avatar that our minds tell us are tissue paper.

The phrase fear of movies is certainly loaded, though. I'll admit that. How about irritation at the ease with which we can be manipulated into a plummeting visceral response to something that on paper is trivial? (Works for many operas, too.)

Scary still the best term for some things, however, such as viciously effective propaganda films.

Tulkinghorn said...

By viciously effective, you presumably mean effective on others...

That's the "evil" exception to the usual use of the word "us".


I'm sure that there are many people highly evolved enough to feel compassion for the Andy Robinson character in "Dirty Harry"... (Not me, I hasten to add...) Or who at least understand and appreciate how crassly manipulative that movie was. (Probably me now, but not then.) Don't know who the 'us' is there....