Archives for 2006

“Pieces of music are wormholes, which we can enter to escape our normal experience of time.”

Robert Spano, quoted in Justin Davidson, “Measure for Measure” (The New Yorker, Aug. 21, 2006)

I sometimes do too much fieldwork before seeing a movie, building up a whole structure of preconceptions that I then have to trundle into the theater with me and crane my neck to peer around at the thing itself. Long ago I recognized that this sport was spoiling perfectly good movies for me, or even preempting me from seeing some of them. So I stopped giving more than a skim to reviews of new movies until after I’d seen them. But at the prospect of an older movie, I still head straight to the bookshelf and, typically, David Thomson’s Biographical Dictionary and Pauline Kael’s 5001 Nights at the Movies: two critical voices that are always compelling to me if not infallible.

I didn’t make it this weekend to Carol Reed’s The Fallen Idol, written by Graham Greene from his own story and starring Sir Ralph Richardson. It’s playing in a new print through Thursday at the Music Box. Despite being busy this week, I still have a chance to catch it on its final night. (The Music Box is always an added draw, as there’s live organ music on weekends and real butter for the popcorn all of the time.) Beyond the obvious appeal of the Graham Greene/Carol Reed partnership, which later produced The Third Man, I’m drawn to this one by what the bookshelf critics say. Kael sounds like she never really made up her mind:

The plot is just about perfect….There are terrifying, tense moments, too; the whole movie is very cleverly worked out. Maybe it’s too deliberate, though, with its stylized lighting and its rigid pacing–you wait an extra beat between the low-key lines of dialogue. It’s too deliberate and too hushed to be much fun. It’s a polite thriller–which is close to a contradiction in terms.

I’m not sure what, but something about that makes me think she did have fun, then talked herself out of it. In any case, it’s an interesting criticism that does nothing at all to dampen my wish to see the film. Thomson, on the other hand, has no such ambivalence, and says “The tone may be straight Greene–that drip of mortification, of agony vindicated–but Reed served it with understanding.” Nice precis of Greene there, one which will no doubt please my friend who spent all last week emailing me mordant quotes from Greene’s novels–just randomly trying to break my spirit, I guess–and whom I’m trying to get to accompany me to The Fallen Idol on Thursday. (People seem to love going to the movies alone, but I really don’t. In my life, I’ve seen one movie alone in the theater, a good one: California Split. That was five years ago, and not an uplifting experience.)

Then Thomson has this from Greene himself:

When I describe a scene, I capture it with the moving eye of the cine-camera rather than with the photographer’s eye–which leaves it frozen. In this precise domain I think that the cinema has influenced me. Authors like Walter Scott and the Victorians were influenced by paintings and constructed their backgrounds as though they were static and came from the hands of a Constable. I work with the camera, following my characters and their movements. So the landscape moves. When I turn my head and look at the harbor, my head moves, the houses move, the boats move, don’t they?

And that’s part of the reason Greene gets a two-page spread in the Biographical Dictionary. I like the quotation, and I know what he means. But, to nitpick only because he’s possibly my favorite painter, the choice of Constable as a painter of static images is a little strange: whose clouds move more than Constable’s? Nobody’s, that’s whose.

If I do find a victim…er, date, and do see The Fallen Idol Thursday, you’ll be the first to hear about it.

I’m still sick. Arrgh.

Have a nice weekend. One of us ought to.

P.S. Check out the new Top Fives. (I may be sick, but I’m not dead.)

I wrote about two plays in today’s Wall Street Journal drama column. The first is Mother Courage and Her Children, directed by George C. Wolfe and starring Meryl Streep:

The New York stage has been infested by movie and TV stars this year, with wildly variable results: Ralph Fiennes was memorable, Julia Roberts and David Schwimmer memorably awful, while Cate Blanchett was a bit extreme but flamboyantly watchable. Now at bat is Meryl Streep, the star of the Public Theater’s outdoor production of “Mother Courage and Her Children.” Unlike Ms. Roberts, she knows her way around a theater, but her performance is a mess–though she’s probably not at fault….

Bertolt Brecht’s masterpiece is set during the Thirty Years’ War, which was fought between 1618 and 1648. The Public, however, is performing it in a new “translation” (it’s really an adaptation) by Tony Kushner, who has put a thick coat of comic varnish on the blunt ironies of the original German text in order to make them more palatable to modern viewers. While some of his renderings are nicely pointed–he translates “Necessity knows no law” as “Necessity trumps the commandments”–the overall effect is too slick, and it doesn’t help that he’s littered the script with such anachronistic Americanisms as “It’s a go,” “Point taken” and “Butt out.”

I’m not opposed in principle to modernized versions of the classics, and Mr. Kushner’s gloss on “Mother Courage” might have been more effective in a less showbizzy staging, but Mr. Wolfe has glitzed it up to an enervatingly spectacular degree. I’m not exaggerating–this big-budget production contains fire, rain, snow, an onstage Jeep and flying by Foy, the “Peter Pan” people. Presumably Mr. Wolfe is also responsible, at least in part, for Ms. Streep’s bizarre decision to deliver her lines in the side-of-the-mouth manner of a take-my-wife-please comedian….

The second is the Berkshire Theatre Festival‘s revival of Wendy Wasserstein’s The Heidi Chronicles:

Like most of Wasserstein’s plays, “The Heidi Chronicles” is a soft-centered pseudosatire that pulls its punches, most of which are thrown at feminism, to which the play’s female characters subscribe unreservedly (if not unquestioningly) in spite of the fact that the play’s ostensible subject is the unhappiness it brings them. Instead of probing this apparent contradiction with the take-no-prisoners candor of the true satirist, Wasserstein settles for poking safe fun at such easy targets as consciousness-raising groups. As for the glib children of urban privilege with which “The Heidi Chronicles” is exclusively peopled, they all talk like escapees from the set of “Annie Hall” and appear never to have met anyone who disagreed with them about anything….

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“Very roughly, the drama may be called that part of theatrical art which lends itself most readily to intellectual discussion; what is left is theater. Drama is immensely durable; after a thousand critical disputes, it is still there, undiminished, ready for the next wranglers. Theater is magical and evanescent; examine it closely and it turns into tricks of lighting, or the grace of a particular gesture, or the tone of a voice–and these are not its substance, but the rubbish that is left when magic has departed. Theater is the response, the echo, which drama awakens within us when we see it on the stage.”

Robertson Davies, A Voice from the Attic

Here’s my list of recommended Broadway and off-Broadway shows, updated weekly. In all cases, I gave these shows strongly favorable reviews in The Wall Street Journal when they opened. For more information, click on the title.

Warning: Broadway shows marked with an asterisk were sold out, or nearly so, last week.

BROADWAY:

– Avenue Q* (musical, R, adult subject matter and one show-stopping scene of puppet-on-puppet sex, reviewed here)

– The Drowsy Chaperone (musical, G/PG-13, mild sexual content and a profusion of double entendres, reviewed here)

– The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee* (musical, PG-13, mostly family-friendly but contains a smattering of strong language and a production number about an unwanted erection, reviewed here)

– The Wedding Singer (musical, PG-13, some sexual content, reviewed here)

OFF BROADWAY:

– Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living In Paris (musical revue, R, adult subject matter and sexual content, reviewed here)

– Slava’s Snowshow (performance art, G, child-friendly, reviewed here)

CLOSING NEXT WEEKEND:

– Indian Blood (drama, G, reviewed here, closes Sept. 2)

– The Lieutenant of Inishmore (black comedy, R, adult subject matter and extremely graphic violence, reviewed here, closes Sept. 3)

– Pig Farm (comedy, PG-13, some sexual content, reviewed here, closes Sept. 3)

– Sweeney Todd (musical, R, adult subject matter, reviewed here, closes Sept. 3)

“Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong-Kong.”

Vita Sackville-West, Passenger to Teheran

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