The Golden Globes are Toast

I think this is one of my least favorite subjects to tackle as I am a purveyor of movies and all things involved with them.  And anything that smacks of politicization of an industry that I think can do a world of good, makes for a lessening of the overall product.  I do not want to politicize the award shows that exist.  I want them to remain models of something we aspire to, or root for, and not something we look up at and say, "Oh no! Here we go again.  Another Richard Gere, Michael Moore, Meryl Streep, (you fill in the blank) diatribe."

If I wanted to sit here and say what I thought of a Reality Television Star whose biggest claim to fame was two words,"you're fired," I could certainly take up a space to say what I think of America now that it's orange.  Or is that just the spray tan that seems to be everywhere these days?  But we have chosen who we have chosen.  And I am not going argue what the definition of the word hacked is, or about the definition of the word "is" for that matter.  We have way more important matters.  And when we are caught up in the minutia, I am sure that we are missing the bigger picture somehow.  We no longer notice that there is a big booming voice behind the curtain that is misdirecting our attention. Oz has gotten away with it, and we have let him.

But let's analyze what is going on with the award shows.  First, everyone has the freedom to be able to speak their mind.  Of course we do put some limitations on speech.  But an award show is not one of those places, unless you consider the time constraints that they put on to limit people going on endlessly while accepting their self congratulatory award.  (For those of you who thought that some other body was voting for their work and not the filmmakers themselves I am sorry to disabuse you of that thought.  It's the equivalent of Trump industries giving Donald Trump the executive of the year award.  Don't you feel how "huge" all these Hollywood stars and starlets are now?)  So these people definitely have a right to be heard.  And, from their perspective, they are doing a public service because they have a loud megaphone wherein to give these proclamations.  And I do not begrudge them that right.

The question isn't whether they do, or they can.  Because obviously they can, and they did.  The question becomes whether they should do such a thing.  I guess it depends on where you are coming from.  From a marketing perspective there has to be a tipping point at which lamenting half the population of a country will make box office receipts dwindle and movie producers stand on the edge of buildings contemplating whether the fall will kill them instantly or not.  But they have been able to survive til now, so why shouldn't they continue doing what they are doing?  Unfortunately, box office receipts in real dollars, except for feel good movies, kids movies and blockbusters, seems to have taken a decided dip.  And the more films that they make that are slanted to a perspective that denigrates half the people, the more they will see this trend continue.  They still have a right to an opinion.  Just like I would want them to respect me that I sincerely believed that something or someone was taking us down a dark and dangerous path, I will respect them for these beliefs. I respect their ability to espouse them whenever and wherever they wish, and the fact that they seem to sincerely believe in that opinion is laudable.

I think where they go off the rails is that some of them have taken to threatening to remove themselves from the business until Trump resigns in some misguided belief that they have enough community power to force the president to resign.  First, it's as if these people have never heard of the term out of site, out of mind.  Show business people, perhaps more than in any other industry imaginable, are people who crave attention in some way or another.  One could argue that reality TV stars crave it even more.  (Yes that is a veiled reference to Senior Orange.) But these people would not last 10 minutes out of the spotlight. It's possible that this was all a ruse by mostly out of work actors who craved the spotlight now.  (Yes I'm thinking of you Rosie O'Donnell.) How do they think they could survive without public recognition for any length of time.  Second, there is money involved.  Hollywood people are investment people just like anyone else.  There will always be someone to take the place of these actors, just as there were always people ready to replace in the NFL, the NBA and the MLB.  Maybe these people would be exactly like them, and they would be not quite as good replacements.  But then again, Hollywood of yesteryear used to thrive on paying and training B actors who would eventually develop their craft enough to become A list actors.  You don't think that a least a few of these new people wouldn't supplant or surpass some of these current "stars?" Finally, what makes them think that their community of people who greatly impact the rest of the nation.  If by some strange magic they were able to convince investors not to make any money these four years, who would be hurt?  Oh that's right . . . all the jobs would be coming from the residents of California encouraging possibly more people to leave the state for lack of ability to make money.  They would be hurting the very constituencies who supported their beliefs and politicians in the first place.

But then again maybe this does some good.  I suppose this does help with drought relief if it forces many people to move out of state.  And as for these award shows . . . I suppose there wouldn't be any if there were no one to act in these movies.  This would mean there would be no award shows for them to have a platform to say this stuff.  Maybe they should go ahead and just do it.

These Award Shows are completely toast.

The Toasty Critic

The Toasty Critic's Top Five - Fourth Film

Reviewing my top 5 Movies of all Time

Day 4 – Gone With the Wind

I am going to be straightforwardly honest here.  As much as this is a quintessential film of the early 20^th century in the sound era, it’s the one I question the most often why it’s on my list.  Because this is where the ‘did I enjoy the movie” element of my top 5 definitely comes into play.  And it’s one of those films where I am certain that I could name many other films that I would have enjoyed at one time or another more than I enjoyed this film.  I have heard shouts from friends of different movies that could have made it onto the list.  And certainly I could take those into consideration. The problem is, Gone With the Wind hits so high on the moving and timeless meter. Even if I didn’t enjoy the movie in that classic “I had fun” way that I might have with others, it’s a movie that just sticks with me.  And it’s a movie that sucks me in time, after time, after time. 

As a side note, before I move onto a fairly conventional analysis of the film, I had one of the more bizarre experiences of film watching when I went to see this film with friends.  (The friends who came with me that night certainly can attest) There was a theater in my area that played classic films one Tuesday a month.  This one particular month they were going to play Gone with the Wind.  I had convinced several of my guy friends to go see that film.  We all arrived at the theater, but we showed up later than we wanted to.  As a result we were not able to get tickets to see the movie but then while we considered what we were going to do next, someone came out and told us that they were considering running it on a second screen given the enormous amount of people they had turn out for the screening.  So we got in line on the off chance we would get to see the movie.  Quickly a large line of people came up behind us trying to do the same thing.  We must have had several groups of women come up to us while we were in line telling us how it was a women’s movie.  We did not belong or have a right to be at such a movie so we should be forced to go to the back of the line because we were men.  Ah the crazies that come out when people get attached to a film in a particular way.

So I am going to do a fairly straight forward analysis to examine why it is that I end up liking this film, almost despite myself.  Let’s start from the ground up and take a look at the performances.  First of all there is Vivien Leigh as Scarlett O’Hara.  Now pretty much I can tell you from the beginning that this woman annoyed the crap out of me.  She was temperamental, manipulative, egotistical, vengeful, spiteful, and too cute for her own good.  But there is something about her that you cannot help but relate too.  Maybe it’s her drive that she displays from beginning to end.  She seems to have no limits to her ambition, but that makes her amazing in a crisis.  She is overly enamored with Ashley Wilkes, played by a simpering Leslie Howard, but you can tell that she is led on by that person.  And Scarlet seems to abuse the saintly Melanie Hamilton (Olivia de Havilland), who eventually turns out to be more saintly on the outside than she is within.  And finally she keeps sticking it to the one good guy in the picture Rhett Butler (Clark Gable).  We hate her because she is us.  And we like her because she is us.  She is just herself at all times on screen.  Scarlett O’Hara is a character striped of artifice and left to just be herself in a society that was all about the show of gentility.  Vivien Leigh would later play a role in a Streetcar Named Desire that was a lot like the role of Scarlett, but much older, and to more tragic and horrifying results.

Then there is Rhett Butler.  He is the perfect example of American ideals of manliness and virtue, without being too virtuous.  He is the American male who is drug into society by a woman that seems to fascinate him.  And he comes in to change the little piece of the world that he sees that is good.  Unable to change it, at least from his perspective, he eventually leaves the screen to one of the biggest pronouncements in film history.  “Frankly My Scarlett, I don’t give a damn.”  You could say that there was no real depth to the role that Clark Gable was playing.  In fact you could say that he was just playing himself up on the screen, as many screen actors of the day did. (If you want to think modern screen actors who can’t play anything but themselves, think Tom Cruise).  Sometimes a role is just meant for an individual.  And Rhett Butler was Gable at his finest.  While mostly smirking and smiling on the screen being his usual jovial self, by the time you got to the end and you could see the pain on his face as his daughter was dying Gable reached inside himself to act in a way that he rarely ever did.  This role was Gable plus. 

Even the lesser roles of Ashley Wilkes, Melanie Hamilton, Mammy (Hattie McDaniel), Gerald O’Hara (Thomas Mitchell), and a bevy of other roles, including the future TV Superman (George Reeves) in a small role at the beginning of the film, contribute to the movement of the film.  These players drive the story forward in beautiful and sometimes unexpected ways. From the Mammy who seems to hold the house together, to the weak father who cannot seem to control his daughter, to the weak Ashley Wilkes who cannot stand up and be a man, owning his decisions, Gone With the Wind is littered with fun roles that you can get into and love or hate.

But the truth of the matter is, Margaret Mitchell, the author of the novel and movie’s namesake, was not necessarily trying to get us to love the characters.  She was bemoaning the loss of another world that had fallen into repute in the meantime.  Many southern authors, including William Faulkner, would portray a south bruised and battered by what had happened in the Civil War and unable to get beyond that.  Mitchell through her work exemplifying the beauty of this bygone era and displaying all of the destruction that lay in its wake.  From the new ways that we treated other races to the carpetbaggers who would come in and take advantage of the broken and battered south, Mitchell showed a society that lay in tatters, hoping for the spirit to come out again.

As far as the story, it took at least four different people to sit down and work out the screen play.  The Herculean length of the novel that had to be shrunk down into movie size took several treatments in order to get it into a palatable size for audiences of the day.  The original draft was set to be a six hour movie and that was not going to be workable.  But many efforts of the day were collaborative, including another work in my top 5, Casablanca.  This did not seem to detract from the final work as it had a coherent theme throughout the novel.  It was about the south and its death and hope for reclamation.  Maybe the south needed to die, being a society built on slave labor.  But Mitchell and the authors felt like it could be redeemed as well.  In Scarlett the audience could see hope for tomorrow.  They could see that not only could the great Tara plantation be rebuilt, but the south could be rebuilt too, through the strength and the will of the people who were in it.

The Cinematography was fantastic in its own right.  Although the cinematic effort in this one was chalked up to three different people.  The initial cinematographer, Lee Garmes, was replaced because his footage was too dark.  Ernest Haller and Ray Rennahan, who was a Technicolor specialist, would come in to replace him. And while a collaborative effort, they had some shots that were masterful and iconic in their day.  The burning of the south with Rhett and Scarlett in the foreground, the slow walk down the staircase of Scarlett O’Hara to the admiring gaze of Rhett Butler, and the ending shot of O’Hara staring off into the distance are all scenes and sequences that live on in film lore and are hard to remove from your head.  Even the colors of the film are carefully constructed to emphasize the story points. The color scheme is like that of a redemption piece.  The beginning the colors are Green and Yellow, both bright and vivid and representing life and growth.  With Death and Destruction the Color hues move to Red and then Black.  The palate of the film eventually turns grey and bleak, but as we go through the death of the society and then the literal death of Melanie Hamilton the colors move to brighter greens and yellows again, picturing life and hope for the future.  Scarlett has moved on.  The South has moved on.

Gone with the Wind was such a monumental effort in its day and would go on to win 7 Academy Awards of the 12 it was nominated for and would win Best Picture and Best Director of the year.  While knowing a lot about how the Hollywood system works and having so many different people work on this effort, it was probably impossible for any other effort to win that year.  But the sheer sweep and scope of the film, you would have to consider it to be the first Technicolor Epic of its day.  There was at least one film in the black and white silent era that you would have to consider epic, Eric Von Stroheim directed an 8 hour version of his silent film Greed. (Which may be why when Gone With the Wind looked like it was coming in at six hours long the producers balked as Greed was poorly received)  But Gone With the Wind was the precursor to all of the modern epics that we know in both scope and scale.   

I know that many critics do not like Gone With the Wind.  They claim that the movie has not held up well.  Mostly I think that’s because any movie that contains any people of a race or ethnicity other than white has to deal with the “neo-critics.”  These are people who have decided to make proclamations about the people from bygone eras based upon today’s standards.  These are people who deconstruct Huckleberry Finn and make it out to be a racist novel because of the abundance of one word in the commentary.  As we all pretend to be interested in maintaining the authenticity of any era, let us consider one question.  If you are writing about people living in the 1840s and you did not use the “n” word, couldn’t you be accused of whitewashing the era?  You can find a litany or writings throughout the era that would use such language.  Likewise with a film like this one, set in the pre-Civil War and post-Civil War south, if we try to criticize we would whitewash what was happening. 

I think Gone With the Wind wears well as a piece of cinematic history, with good performances, a story that can reveal the brokenness of us all, and the human spirit that we have to overcome any obstacle.  Definitely worth a watch as a piece of film history and, I believe, more than that. 

This film is perfectly Toasty

Five Stars

*next up, the pies de resistance of my Top 5, Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece, Vertigo*

The Toasty Critic's Top 5 - Third Film

Reviewing my top 5 Movies of all Time

Day 3 – Casablanca

“You must remember this. A Kiss is just a kiss.  A sigh is just a sigh.  The fundamental things apply as time goes by.  And when true lovers woo, they still say I love you.  On that you can rely.  The fundamental things apply as time goes by.”  With just a few bars in a chorus, everyone can be taken back to Rick’s Cafe Americain in the middle of Casablanca.  Casablanca, the movie, an indelible part of the American movie landscape.  There are so many different ways I could go about reviewing Casablanca, and why it fits on my top 5 movies of all time.  But let’s take a little side trip to understand why I put Casablanca as one of the top 5 of all time.

What does it mean to have a top 5 of anything?  And what does a top 5 mean to you, or to me for that matter.  I remember being on a date recently and the person informed me that while she had a top 5 favorite movies, there was a movie that was not on the top 5 list that she would watch more often than any other.  She loved The Big Lebowski.  Now don’t get me wrong, as a Joel and Ethan Coen fan I was a great lover of the movie, even going so far as to becoming a dudeist priest; because, you know, it tied the room together, or something like that.  But I would never have considered it among my top 5 movies of all time.  And she didn’t put it up their either, but she watched it all the time.  She loved it.  So given that I have been relating what my top 5 is I will get a bit into my criteria weeds for what my own top 5 is before continuing on.

Top 5 means to me several things.  Obviously, it would have to be one of my favorite movies to watch.  In this instance, I would have to say that Big Lebowski might rank higher than say Citizen Kane, which I am sure many critics would say is a travesty.  But seriously, other than for film study about technique and storytelling, would you really sit down and say it is one of those pleasurable films that you could watch time and again?  Maybe some critics could.  I am not among them.  I believe that you have to actually enjoy the piece that you are watching to place it in your top 5.  Maybe that makes me antiquated and from a bygone era of critics.  And certainly with the notion of postmodern art as a kind of manufactured chaos, trying to state the enjoyability of a film must be a daunting task for some.  This doesn’t mean that I place entertainment value above message or impact.  It just means that I consider it along with those when determining greatness.

A top 5 movie must be timeless in some way.  This, unfortunately, tends to eliminate most films in the comedy genre, unless the comedies are timeless.  This is a reason why Buster Keaton’s films, while not as popular as Charlie Chaplain’s films at the time, tend to wear better than many of the comics and even than some of Chaplains best works, because the comedy in them is timeless.  Physical comedy almost always wears better over time than particular sketches.  Most sketches that are still funny deal with issues that focus on the human condition in general, and not on anything specifically.  This is why it becomes really hard for a comedy movie to make a best of anything list, other than a list of comedy movies.  Although postmodern comedies are another thing altogether because they make fun of the human condition.  That does make me laugh; but they haven’t been around long enough, and there aren’t enough of them that are successful at this type of comedy to be included.  For a film to be in my top 5 it has to impress me when I first watched; it must be good 10 years later; and it must be good 30 years later (even though some films on the list are not that old).

Aside from being enjoyable and timeless, the film must move me in some way.  This doesn’t mean that I have to be crying by the end of the film, although certainly some of the top films have moved me to tears.  This doesn’t mean I have to be laughing hysterically throughout the film, although that might help.  What this does mean is that it has to provoke some sort of emotion in me.  This emotion can be anything.  It can be disgust, anger, fear, happiness, tears, loss, abandonment, etc.  But it has to provoke something within me.  I need to be walking out of the film and the film has to stick with me.  I cannot leave the film and two hours later barely imagine a scene or a line of dialogue (not that I am the "quote king" of film).  It has to resonate far past the initial watching.  This doesn’t mean that I think a movie like Independence Day, Jurassic Park, or The Avengers is bad.  I enjoy those films and will give them a good rating on a review.  But the experience tends to be limited to the film itself.  For me, a top 5 film must go above and beyond the initial experience.  This is just the place where a film like Citizen Kane or a Lawrence of Arabia does shine.  The movies are beyond fluff and make a person think long after the film is over.  It may even make one argue about the significance of a plot point, or the symbol of a particular set piece.

While these three things are but a small list in the vast array of ways one can judge a film such as: is it technically sound; is the film accurate; is there some new way of looking at film or new technical aspects to film making that are enhanced making it a genuinely great film; are the actors portrayals deep and involving; does the cinematography add or detract from a piece; are there any obvious set gaffes or miscues in the film; and is there a person who is genuinely miscast in the film (i.e. Keanu Reeves in Much Ado About Nothing).  I could get into the weeds in all of these different things.  And while I do take every one of these into consideration, they tend to take a back seat to those three main criteria for my top 5, although not entirely.  So I tend to focus on each and every one of those things as incidentals to the larger view of did I enjoy it, is it timeless, and was I moved.

So how do I place Casablanca in the top 5 of all time?  We can begin with the acting and writing.  Rick (Humphrey Bogart), the classic everyman who has been wronged by a lost love.  Ilsa, acted elegantly by Ingrid Bergman, plays the foreign woman who came along to soften the everyman’s heart until crushing it, leaving him lost in the cold cruel world of Nazis and Fascists during World War II.  In a precursor to being dumped by text, or as Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City would learn by Post-It Note, Rick is dumped by a letter, without explanation, and without the ability to respond.  Of course this is all back story to Rick that we do not find out about until later.  The story begins with Rick, the night club owner who stands up for nothing and for no one.  In one exchange with a German General the conversation goes:

                “Maj. Heinrich Strasser: What is your nationality?

      Rick Blaine: I'm a drunkard.

      Capt. Louis Renault: That makes Rick a citizen of the world.”

Rick is a broken man who has decided to get out of the world the most he can get out of it.  And he is going to make the best of a bad situation for himself, running a seedy although profitable night club in the city.  He even takes advantage of a situation, where a gentleman who considers him a friend leaves him with letters of transit that he has murdered and stolen to get them, keeping the letters and possibly profiting from them in the future when the German’s cannot find them.

Along comes Ilsa to gum up the works.  She not only breaks back into Rick’s life without an explanation, she insists on bringing back to Rick all of the bad memories that he had before.  It forces Rick to relive all of the pain that he has already suffered at the hands of her.  She goes to the night club and forces his friend, Sam (Dooley Wilson), to play “As Time Goes By” on the piano.  As soon as Rick hears this he forces Sam to stop playing until he realizes who has made him play it.  The emotions are clearly etched on Rick’s hardened face as it both destroys and softens his character at the same time.  Later that evening Rick forces Sam to play the music once again, believing that Elsa is going to show up, and convincing himself that he can take it just as she can.  We end up reliving the painful memories that he has etched into his brain through a series of flashbacks at the high and low points of their brief relationship.  And then she shows up first to beg for the letters of transit, then to threaten him at gunpoint, before breaking down to reveal that she still loved him and why she had left him in the first place.

What is Rick going to do?  Is he going to become a good guy and help them out?  Is he going to help out Ilsa’s husband and keep Ilsa all for himself?  Or is he going to abandon both of them as he has been broken by them?  I could go into detail about all of these different things, but I think that would spoil the plot of the movie.  And if you haven’t seen it yet, I think it’s well worth a watch.  The actors aside from the main three are a who’s who of Hollywood character actors.  There is Sidney Greenstreet, Peter Lorre, Claude Rains, Conrad Veidt and Paul Henried.  All of them litter this piece with interactions with the main characters, building up the story in various ways, and all foils for Rick in certain ways as well.  There is Signor Ferrari (Sidney Greenstreet), the businessman, who is in competition with Rick who sees Rick go against his own financial self-interest, confusing who Rick seems to be at the beginning of the film.  There is General Strasser (Conrad Veidt) who is the German general who Rick should want to get along with in business but who he challenges by allowing French at the bar to engage in the singing of the French national anthem, making him out to be more of a patriot and less sleazy businessman.  There is Captain Louis Renault (Claude Rains), the corrupt French officer who Rick regularly buys off, exposing Rick to be less corrupt and doing things for the benefit of others and not of just himself.  This caricature of Rick we have at the beginning is slowly blown away by all of the actions these characters brilliantly bring out in him. 

Aside from the brilliant acting and writing, there is the cinematography itself.  While color was used in a wide array of films by that time, for whatever reason the Director and Cinematographer, Michael Curtiz, and Arthur Edeson, decided to go with a dimly lit back and white backdrop.  For anyone who thinks films should have been made in color and attempts to colorize such black and white classics, this film exemplifies the travesty of such a belief.  Yes, shame on you Mr. Turner!!!  First of all, we are introduced to Rick in a dingy seedy nightclub where some high end clientele but mostly seedy clientele are permitted to drink, sometimes gamble, but often get into trouble.  Turning that into a colorized place brightens what should be a dark place.  And many of the outside activities are in back streets and alleys because these are the people that Rick is dealing with.  Also colorizing it would hurt the nature.  But there is just one shot where Rick is sitting with a bottle and a shot glass and you see the smoke from the cigarette wafting into the air while the extreme pain and emotion are written on the contours of Rick’s face, that if anyone tried to change would just rip out the heart of the film.  Here is a man who was broken by the world and living in the seediest of places.  This cinematography perfectly highlights every wrinkle and every mark of pain that this man has had to endure in his life and at the hands of Ilsa.  It is the moment where the man must confront the demons of the past.  You cannot imagine that iconic scene being told in any other way.  That is the mark of something that is timeless.

Aside from all of these things, who can forget all of the lines that we now consider to be cliché, originating in this one piece.  “A penny for your thoughts.”  “We’ll always have Paris.”  “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.” “Here’s looking at you kind.”  “Louis, this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” “Round up the usual suspects.”  There are so many different lines that you cannot possibly forget that have ended up in other movies and other settings at different times.  Casablanca has so many lines there is a movie based upon a line that most people only think are in the movie, and yet it’s not there.  “Play it again Sam,” is not a line in Casablanca and yet it has gained worldwide fame.  That’s how timeless this piece is.

But the heart of the movie is the Romance between Rick and himself.  I know that it is a weird thing to say.  But truthfully, Rick has lost the love of himself when his heart is broken by Ilsa; and he buries himself in the corner of the world to almost have his soul rot.  But Ilsa reawakens in him a love for all sorts of things, not just a love for her.  It’s a love of country; it’s a love of things that are right in the world; it’s a love of human kind.  Ultimately Rick discovers a love of himself that moves him into action.  It’s a story of what real love should inspire in all of us.  I will not say more as if you haven’t seen the movie you should go and see it for yourself.

Why do I love Casablanca and is it in my top 5?  I love it for the lines.  I love it for the Romance.  I love it for the silly patriotism.  I love it for the sensual cinematography.  I love it because the acting is amazing, the roles are rich, and for the music that Sam plays on the piano.  I love it because every time I want to be the one saying, “Play it Sam. Play it for old time’s sake.”  I love Casablanca because, ”the world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.”  I am one such lover.

This Film is Perfectly Toasty

Five Stars

*up next on the top 5 (and probably the one that will receive the most argument) – Gone with the Wind*

The Toasty Critic's Top 5 - First film

Reviewing my top 5 Movies of all Time

Day 1 – The Shawshank Redemption –

It’s hard to look back on this film and not have it have so many different associations with different times in my life.  I remember the first time watching it when I was 22 years old and a projectionist at a movie theater at the time.  It had come out and gotten good reviews and a bunch of academy award nominations.  I was excited to go see it with my friends as it had one of my favorite actors in it: Morgan Freeman.  I really could have cared less about Tim Robbins at the time although he had come out with The Hudsucker Proxy, directed by Joel and Ethan Coen, earlier that year.  So while he wasn’t necessarily a must watch I did want to see what his follow up film to that would be.  And of course the source material was written by Stephen King.  I knew this was a hit or miss proposition when it came to books converted into movies, especially King’s books; but as this was one of his short stories I had more hopes for it.

There were me and a couple other friends watching the movie, and as I worked for the movie theater, we did not pay for it.  I think there might have been two or three other people in the entire movie theater when the opening sequence of the court trial of Andy Dufresne began.  Movies back then still held their allure of magic to me.  I remember the time I was hired in the movie theater and going up in to the projection booth to see all of the projectors clicking through their rolls of film, and the lights flickering across every movie theater.  So when the theater darkened and here was a story of a man going through hell and being redeemed at the other end, I was transfixed.  And by the last lines of the movie, “I find I'm so excited that I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at a start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.” Goosebumps.  Every.  Single.  Time.

It was the epitome of movie magic.  One of my best friends sitting next to me looked at me and said, “I wanna make movies.  I wanna make movies like that.”  I couldn’t even argue with him.  It was a perfect example of why movies are magic.  It shows why movies transform our thinking about the world we live in and our role within it.  It displayed both the danger and the promise of movie making in its two hours and 22 minute length.  Movies can move us in ways few things can.  And right there and then I wanted to make movies.  Sure, I had always wanted to be a part of the film making process before.  But in that moment I saw film as transformative.  Pulling at the basest of emotions, working on our capacity to hope and how it moves things, I cannot express in words what it did to me at that moment.  I just wanted to sit there and stare at the screen long after the movie was over and take it all in.

Now few of you remember, but I can attest, especially as it is in Roger Ebert’s 100 greatest movies of all time, that Forest Gump was the Academy Award winning picture that year.  This is not to be critical of Forest Gump mind you.  But it was the perfectly commercialized piece with the oddball character and the over the top acting that so frequents the Academy Awards.  And it was marketed well to the general public.  No one had even heard of Shawshank Redemption, or very few people had.  So in the next 10 years after its release people slowly were exposed to the brilliance of the film on TNT and other such cable TV stations, in somewhat edited fashion. So when I was to look at it again 10 years later, while still emotionally pulling on my heart strings, it was gratifying that the rest of the world had been let in on the secret that I had known years before.  That a prison movie with two hardened criminals, speaking of hope in the bleakest of human circumstances, exhibited movie brilliance.  It was the reason people keep going back to the movie theater, year after year.

And then came the third major period of experience.  This one occurred almost 9 years later, 19 years after the original movie had been released.  I was sitting on a couch in an emotional state, going through a divorce, and sitting there feeling completely hopeless.  I felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on me and I didn’t know what direction to turn.  And then I sit down watching that movie and get to the note that Andy Dufresne writes to his friend Red. “Dear Red, If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I'll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend, Andy.”

It was like a release of an avalanche of tears coming streaming down my face as the words were read as voice over narration.  Even at the moment when Red says “Zihuatanejo,” I am speaking it along with him.  I am thinking of that promised land of better tomorrows.  I am hoping that each day is going to be better than the day before.  I am hoping for the relationship with my daughter to get better, and for the life that seemed in shambles at that moment to have a turn around.  I am being carried away by the hopeful musical score and the blue in the Pacific Ocean.  I am hoping that the future I see before me is the future of my dreams.  I hope.

So why is the film itself so amazing?  Why do I love Shawshank Redemption?  Let’s first examine the message.  First it taps into one of the three primary human emotive forces that exist: faith, hope and love.  This is not to say that there aren’t other emotive forces in the world; but I would say they are either lesser secondary forces, or they are various perversions of one of those three. We believe in things; we love things; we hope for things.  Hope is a future looking force, thinking about what could be, and not merely fixated on what is.  Hope is always brighter and not dimmer than what we are experiencing.  We never hope for less.  We always hope for more. 

Shawshank Redemption shows hope in what would have been the world’s worst possible situation.  First, you are person whose spouse ran out on you for another man.  And she didn’t run out for just any other man.  She ran out for a golf pro, which attacks the very nature of your manhood.  Then not only are you ceremoniously dumped, but then the wife tragically dies in a double homicide.  This means that not only are you broken, but you can’t possibly get any closure from this person.  And to add insult to injury, you are now charged and convicted of the crime that you didn’t even commit.  This is bad enough but then Andy Dufresne ends up having the “sisters” in the prison take a liking to him, meaning that he is suffering through rape and abuse in the prison for the first two full years of his stay there.  One would think that this is the perfect time to give up hope.  Many of us would definitely want to chuck in and call it a day.  But there is something so strong about the pull of hope that we still sit transfixed.

And then in the darkest of places Andy begins to reclaim his humanity and his dignity.  Why?  Because he should expect that something different should happen to him than it did before?  Because somehow the people he was around now he should expect to behave differently?  Because society was going to consider him to be different now? Of course not.  He was hoping for something better.  Even in the hole, in a prison, where no light would get in and he was subjected to slop for food, Andy could hope for a beautiful place, on the ocean, with a boat to sail on and wind-blown hair.  Should he expect that?  No.  But the human capacity to hope, even in the darkest of situations, is burrowed into our DNA.

The photography for the film was simple but elegant.  A lot of quick opening shots as if Andy Dufresne is descending into a nightmare, which he truly is.  And then a long extensive shot of the whole prison, and we now know the confines of the new hell that Andy is entering into.  He goes into a place that tries to dehumanize everyone; and he shows what it means truly to be human.  He may have been in that world, but he certainly was not of that world.  The beautiful mixture of dark and light used in the film at different places adds to the ambiance of the world Frank Darabont, in his first feature film debut.  He weaves a tale of light and darkness where even in the direst of circumstances, the capacity to believe in and hope for something allows humans to transcend their existence.

As for the acting, what more can be said?  Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman shine as Andy and Red.  The two of them have some amazing on screen chemistry, Morgan Freeman’s Red (Ellis Redding) being the pivotal role.  While Tim Robbins characterization of Andy Dufresne does display the hope that one can have, it is in Morgan Freeman’s character of Red that we can see man’s capacity to transform, which is the truly beautiful part.  At the beginning of the movie the character of Red has served the first 20 years of a life sentence for murder.  He had been “institutionalized” as he put it.  Society had taken the life from him, and we was going to fade out of existence.  But through his friendship with Andy, he saw a capacity to home for something more.  And we don’t know what all of that is going to mean for him until the end. “Get busy living, or get busy dying,” Red summarizes his situation even after being let out of prison.  But he summarizes his conclusion in one perfect exclamation point.  “That’s God Damn right!”  So when we seem him next, he is off on a bus, a transformed character.  And the voice-over that had been used extensively throughout the film begins again.  Morgan Freeman is getting ready to get on a bus.  He is full of wonder about what’s before him.  He is full of amazement about every little thing.  And ultimately he is full of hope, for his friend and ultimately for himself.

Along with our main stars there are some great individual performances in some smaller roles.  From James Whitmore, as the likeable but ultimately doomed character of Brooks Hatlen, the former prison librarian before Andy takes over, to Mark Rolston as Boggs Diamond the man responsible for Andy’s initial hell within the prison, to Gil Bellows as an affable Tommy, whose life is coming off the rails and Andy takes a personal interest in, the characters are fun and add to the prison comradery that is developed throughout the picture.  There are so many other roles that I could get into and say what they meant, but this is a blog and not a treatise on Shawshank.

Why do I love Shawshank? No matter how much I can get into the intricacies of a particular film, sometimes the description only pales to the actual work of art.  You can look at Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” and try to describe the brush strokes, and the brilliance of his work.  You can get into the picture as something that is living and breathing and how his work displays that.  But no matter how much you sit and talk about it, until you are staring at the painting and seeing it face to face, you cannot possibly fathom the greatness.  It is that moment that you get up close and all you can do is say, “wow,” where it all comes together for you.  I am guessing that many of you have already seen the film.  But if you have not, please take a look at it and just enjoy it, not only for what it preaches, but for what it is, a beautiful story of humanities capacity for hope and how that we can find it in the direst of circumstances.

Definitely perfect Toast

Five Stars

*Next on the Top 5 “Glory”*