Monday, January 23, 2012

Screenwriting: Amateurs vs. Professionals


For the unfamiliar, a "reveal" in screenwriting parlance is the placement of key, revelatory information in a story. Most times, the last reveal is the most important revelation of all.

FADE IN:


EXT. BESIDE THE POTOMAC RIVER

Bare cherry trees; GLOBED LAMPS LIGHT the mist... and two figures strolling this esplanade. JOUBERT is checking the contents of an envelope handed to him by the other man... There are bills in evidence... As they PASS BENEATH A LAMP we recognize the other man--ATWOOD! He watches JOUBERT counting the money and:

               ATWOOD
          (a dig)
     That includes Condor, of course.

               JOUBERT
     Yes--I owe you Condor.

               ATWOOD
     Otherwise, it was...

               JOUBERT
     “Otherwise” doesn’t exist.

               ATWOOD
     Will Condor take long?

               JOUBERT
     You want an estimate?

               ATWOOD
     There is a time factor.

               JOUBERT
     Always
          (then)
     Condor is an amateur: lost,
     upredictable... perhaps sentimental.
     He could fool a professional--not   
     deliberately, but precisely because
     he is lost and doesn’t know what to
     do. Unlike Wicks. Who was entirely
     predictable.
          (beat)
     The man... Condor killed in the
     alley?

Above and end excerpts taken from the revised draft of Three Days Of The Condor, dated February 3, 1975, by Lorenzo Semple Jr. and David Rayfiel, based on the novel, Six Days Of The Condor, by James Grady.

Un-produced screenwriters who have yet to make a sale often describe how they started out by looking at films and then say to themselves, “I could do better than that!” Then they try. All I can tell them is: “Forget it, Jake, it’s Chinatown!”

Consider: they are comparing a finished film to their own internal and idealized “movie.” They fail to consider that the initial script for that movie passed through a dozen or (many) more “filters”: the screenwriter’s own reader(s), the various producer(s) who considered it and influenced revisions through notes, the various director(s) and stars doing the same, and probably a slew of other folks (like the budget people, studio mucky-mucks and their significant others, script consultants (notes only), script doctors (specific fixes), and “page-one” re-writing screenwriters, all who influenced changes, both big and small. It’s certainly true that some productions have avoided most or even all of the filters listed above. But most produced movies do not.

Art by committee is rarely, if ever, a pretty thing. But, because it’s “someone else’s money,” and since it costs obscene amounts of said money, that’s the nature of the film business.

Even if you as the writer can manage to write, produce and direct the film exactly as written, you still have to sell it. You have to distribute it to markets all over the world, on DVD, online streaming, and to the television markets. If it has merchandise potential, you have to generate that market, too. And all that is also “other people’s money.”

Is it any wonder, then, that all these filters result in taking what was once a fine and distinctive, “Vermont Cheddar,” and transforming it into a pre-sliced, individually-packaged for ease, ultra-bland variety of “American,” kind of a “Velveteen Schwaaa,” (if you catch the allusion)? Everyone might tolerate it, but no one really likes it.

I’ll venture an example of this is Brian DePalma’s film (“Obsession”) of Paul Schrader’s screenplay, “Déjà Vu” (not to be confused with the more recent film of the same name). I have three drafts of Schrader’s script and one can chart the emasculation and hybridization done to it as the “money” had its way. I should note that Schrader’s only mistake was to keep his name on the finished film, as the original story was conceived by he and DePalma together. A more recent example might be “The Bonfire of the Vanities.”  

And, so, isn’t it also a wonder when, on extremely rare occasion, it goes the other way, transforming something only serviceable into greatness? An argument can and has been made that this is the case with the original Mario Puzo novel, “The Godfather,” then filmed by Francis Ford Coppola, and later improved-upon in his “Godfather, Part II,” another extremely rare case where the sequel was generally thought to be better than the original film. I read the original novel, and it was, there’s no other way to describe it: a “potboiler,” nothing more than a long “beach read” with some interesting “inside-baseball” stuff about the mafia. But what a film franchise it became! Another example would be sci-fi writer, A.E. van Vogt’s first published story, “Black Destroyer,” (later incorporated by him into the novel, “Voyage of the Space Beagle”). It became the cheesy (though, okay for its time), 1950s monster movie, “It, the Terror From Beyond Space.” Then it was turned into “Alien,” and from there, expanded into the later “Alien” films.  

Third are the rarer “animals” still, those flat-out amazing cases where a truly great screenplay is then amplified further, into, well... legend. I’d argue “Chinatown” is one of those. And we know it’s so because we have the various drafts and the final result to compare. I, myself, have an early, middle, and late draft of the Robert Towne screenplay, and agree with history that Roman Polanski improved it. Another example of this might be its progenitor, Billy Wilder’s film of his and Raymond Chandler’s script of James M. Cain’s novel, “Double Indemnity.”

There’s a fourth case, rarest of all, where what is generally considered to be a truly bad piece of material is turned into the stuff of legend. And the prime example of that was when the stage-play “Everybody Goes to Rick’s” was turned into the film, “Casablanca.” I can’t think of another example. Perhaps someone out there can (?).

I’ve often come across screenwriting discussions (and in the comments in screenwriting blogs, and on-line forums & message-boards) that make a profound distinction between amateur and professional screenwriting. The implication is that there is almost no way for a given amateur to ascend such professional heights without super-human attention to the finest points of the craft. And the argument goes on to say it's provably so because of its indisputable rarity.

There is certainly a difference between the average amateur work and something that’s already sold. But that’s akin to expecting a good mechanic and metal-worker to create a design for a Ferrari in his back-yard from nothing. The truth is that a competent amateur with a truly “movie-worthy” idea, and care in his/her writing, will, given championing by a truly industry-connected insider, become a professional in as few as one script. There isn’t some secret writing formula, some extreme and granular attention to stylistics, some conceptual “secret sauce” that is needed by said “amateur” to become said “professional.” One of the most recent examples of this is Diablo Cody. An earlier example is Shane Black.

In fact, over and over, in reading professional screenplays, I’ve encountered amateur-like mistakes that no professional industry reader would let go by, had it come from a “nobody.” I’m referring to things like: spelling errors; 120+ pages (when, for everyone else, “100” is the new “120” limit); ( WE SEE & WE HEAR; over-use of parentheticals (e.g. (wryly));  8-page dialogue scenes (i.e. greater than the unwritten limit of 3); “un-filmables” (e.g. “Joe wonders if she is the killer.”); too many characters introduced too fast and too early; present-progressive action descriptions (e.g. “Joe is running toward the car.” Rather than “Joe runs toward the car.”);  CUT TO: & SMASH CUT TO: & DISSOLVE TO:; CAMERA PANS RIGHT; etc. Let’s not kid ourselves: pros are allowed these indiscretions because of who they are.

And yet, it’s also true that “who they are” usually goes well beyond being just a pal or relative of the producer, or that the writer is a genuine V.I.P. (screenwriting or writer-director superstar). “Who they are” carries with it the imprimatur of being successful in the past. Nobody can make “the rules” go away faster than Quentin Tarantino. His latest script, DJANGO UNCHAINED has a title page that’s hand-scribbled, a page count of 167, at least one dialogue scene that runs 14 pages, flashbacks, voice-over narration, use of “We See,”  mis-spellings, and various other indulgences that are allowed because… “QT directs his own scripts anyway.” I’ll venture they’d be allowed if he wasn’t the director, too. So, it pays to have “earned it.”

But this is the reality. Apparently, nobody said it had to be fair. It all illustrates what new, un-sold screenwriters are up against. But what really “sticks” in many new writers’ “craws” is that they are often expected to include stuff the pro doesn’t. So they, in their allotted 100 pages, must exceed what the professional is allowed to do in pretty much anything under 200, and within that, they must show what the pro is allowed to leave out.  

Consider this interview by Chris Davison with screenwriters Hawk Ostby & Mark Fergus (Co-writers of IRON MAN, CHILDREN OF MEN and most recently COWBOYS & ALIENS):

Q: In traditional dramatic writing they say to always leave room for the actor, in a VFX-heavy film do you write to leave room for the VFX artists?
Fergus: most of the time they just say not to think about how to make aliens that no one's ever seen before, ones that can outdo Ridley Scott's aliens or the Giger aliens, and we just write a couple of details about what would make a great alien and we make sure that the sequences are very meticulously mapped out. When they get to it, for budgetary or logistics reasons they might totally change it around, as long as dramatically it's the same intent, it's what the sequence was about, we can kind of imagine whatever the hell we want and then Jon and his team have to go and break it down. We can say "the most awesome aliens you've ever seen" and then someone else has to go figure out what that means.
Ostby: that's one of the cool things about writing, you don't have to in essence figure out how these cool things are going to come to life, you make them come alive on the page and then it's the job of the director and the staff to make it real. It's a bit of a luxury, we can just say "the building blows up" and then ultimately it's a design thing.
Fergus: HP Lovecraft has this story, I remember Stephen King made a joke about it, he said "what I saw when I opened the door, if I described it to you would drive you mad with horror". I don't know what that means but that's some pretty damn scary thing and we take a cue from that, it's someone else's job to figure out how to bring that to life and those guys are awesome because all they do is try to do things that eyeballs have never seen before. It's amazing since everyone's immersed in film history, they all know what's already been done and they always say based on the resources, the money and the time, "let's try to come up with something awesome".
Q: When writing a VFX scene, do you describe what you want the viewer to see or is it more how you want the viewer to feel?
Ostby: I think what we say for that is "there it is, the alien ship, massive and magnificent, more frightening than anything you could imagine". Ultimately, it is a design thing since somebody's going to have to make a mock-up of 15 ships and then bring it to Jon and he'll look at it and say "I like that, I don't like that, that's too reminiscent of another film" and so on.
Fergus: you hit on it, really, it's just the emotional necessity of what you feel when you see the aliens. Perhaps one detail of what they might be but we're not going to get into a million details because we don't know what the design is yet. You just say what you need for the story and what has to be there and then the emotion of how you feel when those VFX come in, how you want them to move the story forward and how you want people to feel.
It's the same as with actors, the less, less, less you can put in the better. Just tell the essentials and let the professionals do their jobs. Actors don't want to be told "move over here three steps, laconically, and say this line profoundly". Good actors go through and cross all that crap out anyway, they want to find the character and be in the moment. This kind of writing takes a while to develop, at first you write everything and then you read the masters and it's like haiku, white space on every page, beautiful simplicity and that's hard, it's much easier to write a lot and just throw everything in. It's really hard to write just what's necessary, it takes a lot of years to get to the place where you trust in that and to get everybody else exactly what they need and then they can own it and they can really bring their game to it. Trust your collaborators, they're really great people, no need to over-explain everything. Actors will cut lines, they'll improv, and Jon leaves lots of room for inspiration with the actors and the VFX guys, it's one of his real gifts to hire great people and let them have the freedom to bring their own stuff to it, everybody's got great ideas.
If a non-connected, amateur screenwriter put into his “spec” shorthand such as "the most awesome aliens you've ever seen" but, no corresponding description of said aliens, that spec would very likely be tossed aside in a heart-beat to the groan of “where’s the writer’s imagination? If it ain’t on the page, it ain’t on the stage!” But pros are allowed to leave it out, to let “someone else go figure it out.”

[In writing my script, FOE (listed in the side matter on this blog), an alien invasion tale, I set myself the task of, as Fergus says, conceiving “the most awesome aliens you’ve never seen.” This was a tall order, given the height of the bar set by films like ALIEN, THE THING, PREDATOR, and STARSHIP TROOPERS. A validation, however, came in a reader’s unsolicited comment that “You should patent those aliens!”]

In fact, however, the original 1976 draft of ALIEN by the almost unknown screenwriter, Dan O’Bannon (he’d co-written DARK STAR) refers to the alien only as “the creature,” limiting the specifics to various stages of growth, and “tentacles.” The final June, 1978 draft of the script by Walter Hill and David Giler does even less. The producers knew the alien was the centerpiece of the film and needed a conception so fresh and original, so powerful, that they found a true artist to make it a reality, H. R. Giger. And, boy did he deliver.
   
So, this is the hand you’re dealt: amateurs are expected to write screenplays that are better than what’s done routinely by the professionals. And... by having to commit to specifics and elements which may not reflect the capabilities of the industry at that time, they’re expected to top these established pros, effectively with one “hand tied behind their backs.” While I can understand the reasons for such discrimination, I can also say that it’s one of the prime reasons it is so damnably difficult for new writers to break into the field. Professionals get away with “murder” while amateurs are “murdered” for cutting a corner and, in effect, “jay-walking.” I’m tellin’ ya (I say, straightening my tie), they “don’t get no respect.”

EXT. ATWOOD'S HOME - DAWN 

Looking far out over sloping lawns and a meadow. A pretty VIEW. Joubert FILLS HIS LUNGS, deeply. A car is parked a safe distance from the house:

               JOUBERT
     Tell me about the girl.

               TURNER
     What about her?

               JOUBERT
     She was chosen... how? By age? Her
     car? Appearance?

               TURNER
     At random. Chance.

               JOUBERT
     Really?
          (then)
     Can I drop you?

               TURNER
          (slowly)
     I’m going back to New York.

               JOUBERT
     You have... not much future there.

Turner looks at him.

                JOUBERT (CONT'D)
          (lighting a cigarette)
     It would happen this way: You may be
     walking one day maybe the first sunny
     day of spring... and a car will slow...
     beside you, and a door will open... and
     someone you know--perhaps even trust--
     will get out of the car and he will
     smile--a becoming smile... But he’ll
     leave open the door of the car... and
     offer to give you a lift.

Turner sinks slowly to the steps.

               TURNER
     Terrific.
          (not really asking)
     You seem to understand it all so well...
     what would you suggest?

               JOUBERT
     The fact is: What I do is not a bad oc-   
     cupation. There is never a Depression.   
     Someone is always willing to pay.

               TURNER
          (sadly)
     I would find it tiring.

               JOUBERT
     No. It is--quite restful. Almost peaceful.  
     No need to believe in either side, or any
     side. There is no cause. There is only
     yourself. And the belief is in your
     precision.

               TURNER
          (very tired now)
     ...I was born here Joubert... in the United
     States. I miss it when I’m away too long.

               JOUBERT
     A pity.

               TURNER
     I don’t think so.
          (beat)
     Would it be too much trouble to drop me at 
     Union Station?

               JOUBERT
          (shrugs)
     It would be my pleasure.

As Turner rises to walk down the slope to the car, Joubert holds out the .45. Turner looks at it, then at Joubert. Joubert shrugs:

               JOUBERT (CONT'D)
     For that day...

Beat. Turner takes the gun.#

FADE OUT

Lee A. Matthias

Quote of the Post:

“…what really ‘sticks’ in many new writers’ ‘craws’ is that they are often expected to include stuff the pro doesn’t. So they, in their allotted 100 pages, must exceed what the professional is allowed to do in pretty much anything under 200, and within that, they must show what the pro is allowed to leave out.”



Friday, April 1, 2011

ScriptShadow Reviews THE SLEEP OF REASON!

For the unfamiliar, a "reveal" in screenwriting parlance is the placement of key, revelatory information in a story. Most times, the last reveal is the most important revelation of all.

FADE IN:

He sleeps fitfully.

In the darkness, the SOUND of SOFT BRUSHING (OS) suggests someone’s presence.

A HAND, feminine, moves snake-like over the bed-clothes and begins to stroke his face and head.

Beside him is the DIM FORM of a woman (Elsbeth), in a diaphanous gown through which soft, pearlescent skin glows in the moonlight: smooth, long, full, round... overwhelming.

             ELSBETH
        I’ve missed you so...

He stirs, quite drunk, trying to regain himself.

He is kissed, enclosed, stroked, caressed. He responds.

             RENFIELD
        Elsbeth...

             ELSBETH
        Say nothing. You’ve come 
        back to me at last.

He’s assaulted, devoured. He frees himself for air.

             RENFIELD
        You must return with me...

             ELSBETH
        Shhh... Love me. Love... us.

Around him are OTHERS: vaporous forms, softness, skin, caressing him, loving him. He’s overpowered.

LATER

He awakens, alone in the darkness. Was it a dream?
His door is slightly ajar, but he doesn’t see it.

INT. CORRIDOR - OUTSIDE HIS ROOM

FOUR WOMEN, three dark-haired, and one blond, walk away through the darkness. One of them, the blond, is Elsbeth.

Their expressions indicate satiety, contentment. As they walk, they begin to “MORPH” into one another, over and over, so that we never really know who is whom.

They begin to smile, all the while transforming from one to the next.

From my screenplay, "The Sleep of Reason"

Today, April Fool's Day, I finally return to The Last Reveal. I've been writing, and unable to attend this blog. My apologies.

My script has received a review today at Carson Reeve's ScriptShadow blog. Please check it out, and don't forget the comments section!

I'll be back with something soon.

FADE OUT

Quote of the Post:

"All publicity is good publicity!"
---Anonymous


Friday, December 31, 2010

Close-Up: Paul Schrader - II

For the unfamiliar, a "reveal" in screenwriting parlance is the placement of key, revelatory information in a story. Most times, the last reveal is the most important revelation of all.

FADE IN:

INT. AIRPORT CORRIDOR – NIGHT

Halfway down the corridor, Courtland sees Sandra in the wheelchair surrounded by hospital attendants. He raises the gun to fire.

Sandra stares blankly down the corridor. She sees a man racing toward her, carrying a briefcase. He’s pointing something at her.

Courtland aims the gun and is about to pull the trigger when a SECURITY GUARD exiting an adjacent men’s room sees him.
                  GUARD
             Hey! What do you think you
             Are doing?

The Guard rushes him, attempting to abort Courtland’s tragic mission. Courtland mercilessly clubs him down with the briefcase. The Guard’s bloodied head falls at Courtland’s feet as the battered briefcase breaks open.

Sandra has emotionlessly watched the men struggle. But when the briefcase breaks open and the corridor begins to fill with swirling bills, her face ignites. She jumps to her feet and starts racing toward the rapidly approaching man.

Moving quickly, now Courtland raises the gun again. He’s just about to pull the trigger and finish the tragedy when he hears Sandra cry out.
                  SANDRA
             Daddy! Daddy! You came with
             The money!

Courtland stops in his tracks as the horrible truth descends on him. Sandra falls to his feet, scooping up the money and crying joyfully.
                  SANDRA
             Daddy! Daddy! You came! You
             Came!

Courtland stares down the gun at his daughter.

Ever so slowly he releases the gun, letting it fall from his hand. Then, suddenly, with the scream of a dying animal, Courtland cries out:

                  COURTLAND
             Amy! Amy!

Their eyes melt into each other. Michael kneels down and sweeps Sandra up into his arms.

Sandra/Amy is overjoyed to have found her father again. Michael is not sure who he is holding in his arms – Elizabeth, Sandra, or Amy – but whoever it is, he loves her. This is all he has ever lived for.

Michael and Sandra spin clockwise in each other’s arms as the CAMERA TURNS COUNTERCLOCKWISE around them. They drift into SLOW MOTION as the SOUND of Patti Page’s soaring VOICE fills the soundtrack:

     “So I’ll keep changing partners until
          You’re in my arms and then,
       Oh, my darling, I’ll never change
               Partners again.”

From the ending of Déjà vu (Obsession), by Paul Schrader, from a story by Paul Schrader and Brian DePalma. 1/17/75 Revised Draft. Slightly edited for space.

Having come out of film criticism, writer-director Paul Schrader has thought a great deal about his art. He’s formed very definite ideas about what makes worthwhile films, and he works toward that in his own films.

There are almost as many “Best” lists as there are films. Every established film writer and most film academics has a variant, and many of the same titles appear over and over, from one to the next of these. Consider this one.

Paul Schrader was solicited by a publisher to offer a definitive “canon” of film, a list that would include the highest examples spanning the length and breadth of cinema. It would do for film what Harold Bloom’s The Western Canon does for literature.

Schrader talked about this in an interview from 2005. We excerpt relevant portions, and then link to his list and an article Schrader wrote explaining his rationale.

Interview with Paul Schrader

by George Kouvaros

PS: ...I’ve been doing a fair amount of research because I agreed to write this book for Faber on the film canon, and I found myself thrown into all this work about the history of the notion of the canon and why it went out of fashion. Film itself, in fact, is one of the things that destroyed the notion of the canon. When people talk about a film canon, it’s kind of a contradictory phrase. So, how can you have a film canon? I’ve been thinking about that. While I was writing this morning, I was thinking about an argument put forward by Dudley Andrew concerning the transitional nature of cinema. It comes from a seed idea by Walter Benjamin. Andrew’s contention is that motion pictures are a way-station in the cavalcade of art history, a stopover en route from nineteenth century written narrative to the twenty-first century world of synthetic images and sounds. While this is perhaps a little bit extreme, it’s also very much to the point.
GK: One thing that cinema did, certainly back in the ‘60s, was to make a canon out of things that were considered non-canonical.
PS: Yep, the Andrew Sarris thing.
GK: Then we had a period where the canon lost its value and film came to be treated as just another cultural text to be analyzed. Among film writers, things are changing again. There is now a sense that we need to be able to recognize, discuss and try to teach what constitutes the landmarks of cinema.
PS: That’s the whole point of what I’m working on now in this long introductory essay. There’s a de facto canon in populist literature and there’s a de facto canon in the academy. So, if you have a de facto canon, why not try to find a way to justify it and raise the bar so fucking high that only a few films get over it?
GK: So, the de facto canon lives?
PS: Yeah, I mean, since it exists anyway. We’ve now reached that point in film history where, without a canon, you cannot talk about history. When I was starting out, there were still people who had seen virtually everything. There’s now so much out there that it beggars the imagination. Film students today have to specialize. You can’t be a film authority in a way that you could be thirty years ago. There’s just too much. (Laughs)
GK: To specialize one needs to first get a sense of the films that constitute the general field.
PS: That’s right, the canon. So, you can look at the high points of Japanese cinema and Iranian cinema and screwball comedy and ask ‘What interests me?’
GK: You said that the canon would be quite an exclusive group. What criteria would you use to define the qualities of a canonical film?
PS: That’s what I’ve been working on now. I’ve been working on this for almost a year and taking classes at Columbia. I’m up to that point in the introductory essay where I’ve gone through the history of the notion of the canon and the history of aesthetics in terms of the creation of the canon and why the canon collapsed. And now I’m in the section of the essay where I’m trying to say under what conditions can there still be a canon. The first condition is that you have to understand cinema as a transitional art in that it’s the art form of the twentieth century, and it’s maybe all over already. You have to look at films in the context of where they came from and where they’re going, somewhere between Victorian melodrama and Andy Warhol rethinking the static shot.
GK: Given your own history as a critic, what role do you see for the critic in defining the canon? For the canon to exist, it needs people to invest in it and sustain it through a practice of critical writing that is quite different to the kinds of critical writing that we confront on a day-to-day basis. This comes from reading some of your comments about criticism as a cadaverous activity, in that it deals with something that isn’t alive. When I read that, I thought immediately about the role of the critic in animating a film, a painting or piece of music. It seems to me that if one sets out to revive the notion of the canon – whether it is in film or any other medium – one is also setting out to revive a form of critical writing capable of bringing the work to life for a reader.
PS: The book was presented to me initially as a variant of Harold Bloom’s The Western Canon. Bloom starts off by asking: If you have a canon, what author must be included? If it’s literature, it must be Shakespeare. How can you have a canon without Shakespeare? And if you have Shakespeare, what work? You must have Hamlet otherwise you don’t have Shakespeare. So, let’s look at Hamlet and say: what makes it canonical? And then you start to work from there. That’s a very clever argument. For me, the key film would be Rules of the Game (1939). You can’t have a canon without [Jean] Renoir and you can’t have Renoir without Rules of the Game. So, the question becomes: ‘What makes Rules of the Game canonical?’ (Laughs) But I’m not that far yet. I’m still talking about the history of the notion of the canon. I’m not even into specific works.
GK: It reminds me somewhat of the opening scene in Hardcore (1979) where the elders are gathered in the room on Christmas morning, debating the theological significance of passages from the Bible. This type of endeavor still seems very important to you.
PS: Yeah, well ... Are you a Christian?
GK: Yes.
PS: Which?
GK: Greek Orthodox.
PS: Well, when it comes to Protestants, people get confused between the evangelicals and the fundamentalists and so forth. There are basically two kinds of Protestants: there’s faith-based and doctrine-based. Mostly, when people think of evangelicals they are thinking of faith-based people. And that’s just: ‘I believe ... and there’s nothing to talk about because I believe. God and Jesus told me and I know.’ Doctrine-based people are people who argue their way through. So, a lot of my upbringing in the church was really just argumentation ... a lot of catechism, a lot of intellectual debate. There is such a large part of Christianity that is anti-intellectual. And the moment you start talking about Christianity, people assume that you’re part of the anti-intellectual group, the anti-Darwin, anti-science group. And, God knows, there are plenty of those. But that wasn’t my background at all.
GK: Have you got to the stage where you have an idea of what you would put into that canon apart from Renoir’s Rules of the Game?
PS: I have a rough idea: a lot of Frenchmen. But because of the nature of film, I don’t know if it’s necessarily auteur-driven. It’s important to understand that there are great collaborative films. The Third Man (1949) is a great collaborative film. And maybe it’s as great a film as a film that has a much stronger sense of authorship.
Schrader went on to publish his canon, and his choices can be found here. His rationale for them can be found in the Preface and Introduction to the full article published in the September/October 2006 issue of Film Comment. His key point is, for me, saddening. As I have come to believe, and he concludes, contrary to all those folks who say “movies haven’t scratched the surface” of their potential, movies are pretty much at their end as a relevant art-form. Consider:

Aesthetics, like the canon, is a narrative. It has a beginning, middle, and end. To understand the canon is to understand its narrative. Art is a narrative. Life is a narrative. The universe is a narrative. To understand the universe is to understand its history. Each and every thing is part of a story—beginning, middle, and end.

The much-debated “end of Art” is not the end of painting and sculpture (they abound), but the closing of the plastic arts’ narrative
(italics, LR). Life is full of ends; species die or become outmoded. There are still horses, but the horse’s role in transportation has come to an end. Likewise movies. We’re making horseshoes.
This is abundantly clear by the films that have been produced since the 1960s: fewer and fewer great films. But it is also clear by the advent of other things, primary among them, the internet and its interactive potential. Also, film and video entertainment has long-since expanded out from theaters. But the three things which already have, and will continue to alter the art-form are economics, digital production, and digital delivery/distribution. Television has usurped movies in terms of quality story-telling and prestige productions. YouTube has re-defined what a “movie” is. So, while there will still be motion picture entertainment, it will have lost its preeminence and so its importance.

Schrader’s 60 choices for his canon are interesting.  A case might be made for the argument that says the most important films for any generation appear during that generation’s third decade, its 20s. In Schrader’s case that is 1966 – 1976. And, in fact, he lists 13 films from that time in his life, occupying over 20% of his canon. Another 4 appear within three years either side of that period. Nothing appears from before 1927, just prior to the advent of sound films. And 43 of the 60 titles come from the period, 1940 – 1980. Only 9 films come from the first thirteen years, and only 8 come from the last three decades.

I disagree with the Cinematical writer’s (Jeffrey Anderson) opinion to remove writer-director, Bob Fosse’s All That Jazz, primarily because of its place among musicals, a bona fide sub-category within cinema. It displayed world-class innovation in its construction (five acts), subject matter (an artist killing himself with his art), its universal relevance despite its specialized subject, and its organic dynamism displayed by its music and dance. Nothing like it had ever been seen before. Certainly there were others at this level: for me, The Music Man, Cabaret and West Side Story, to name three. But none quite ascends to the innovative heights reached by the Fosse film (at least for me). And disagreement on lists like these is, of course, the rule, isn’t it? #

FADE OUT

Lee A. Matthias

Quotes of the Post:

The first condition is that you have to understand cinema as a transitional art in that it’s the art form of the twentieth century, and it’s maybe all over already.
There are still horses, but the horse’s role in transportation has come to an end. Likewise movies. We’re making horseshoes.
---Paul Schrader

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Close-Up: Paul Schrader - I

For the unfamiliar, a "reveal" in screenwriting parlance is the placement of key, revelatory information in a story. Most times, the last reveal is the most important revelation of all.


FADE IN:

...we see Travis' taxi speeding down the rain-
slicked avenue. The action is periodically 
accompanied by Travis' narration. He is reading 
from a haphazard personal diary.

                         TRAVIS (V.O.)
                   (monotone)
            April 10, 1972. Thank God for the
            rain which has helped wash the
            garbage and trash off the sidewalks.
                                                         
TRAVIS' POV of a sleazy midtown side street: Bums, 
hookers,junkies.

                         TRAVIS (V.O.)
            I'm working a single now, which
            means stretch-shifts, six to six,
            sometimes six to eight in the a.m.,
            six days a week.

A MAN IN BUSINESS SUIT hails Travis to the curb.

                         TRAVIS (V.O.)
            It's a hustle, but it keeps me busy.
            I can take in three to three-fifty
            a week, more with skims.

---Excerpt, Taxi Driver

For me, when Paul Schrader burst on the scene in the early 1970s, it was eye-opening. He could generate powerful, visceral tales that, nonetheless, had deep intellectual concerns. As he’ll say below in a moment, what interests him is the confrontation of mass culture by the aberrant and crazy, the “sacred” by the “profane.”

From Film Comment magazine, March-April 1976, Paul Schrader interviewed by Richard Thompson, January 26 and 29, 1976:

When I came to movies as an adult critic, I tried to write religious film criticism, in the sense that I saw art in religious terms. As I understand it, religious art is the art of unification, the art that tries to find the common code of symbols and Jungian elements in all experience. It seeks to discover how we are all alike and all unified in a single spiritual purpose. That’s how I was taught to view art, and that’s how I came to film.
I was intrigued by the auteur theory, but I wasn’t taken with it because it seemed to be a pursuit of individuals and idiosyncrasy, and I was interested in just the opposite: common elements of genre, theme, and style that ran through cultures and through individual filmmakers.
When I switched (from film criticism) to screenwriting, I found I no longer saw film as religious art but as secular art. Because in order to be successful, I had to find something that was unique to me by reaching into my own personality and formulate my own problems in a way that solved them. I had to pursue my own idiosyncrasies. As a screenwriter, I found myself doing exactly what I opposed as a critic: writing the kind of things that I would not approve of formerly. I felt I had to do this to be able to create things important to me. So I see myself at this point as a very secular screenwriter pursued by his own demons.
The pursuit of the crazy (aberrant behavior) in his screenwriting …

…provides a very definite problem you have to solve. Will I commit the aberrant form of behavior? Will I vandalize or steal or kill or mutilate myself? You’re dealing with a very definite problem, crazy people; you have to solve it. It’s an easier way to approach cinema, which is (a) kinetic form dealing with action and character, than (film) criticism (his former occupation), which deals with cerebral problems.
His taste in films—as a filmmaker, compared to his earlier critic’s more distanced interest—are his personal, idiosyncratic concerns as an artist, reflected in the sacred to the profane; and his taste:

…splits right in half. On the one hand, directors who are community-oriented, thinking in terms of two-dimensional iconographic relationships to a mass (movies as mass entertainment, mass communication)… I like that…group… That’s one side, regarding the way the architect looks at building a church. Then there’s the other side I’m attracted to: craziness, pure idiosyncrasy, completely antisocial films. Kiss Me Deadly, where it’s just random anger and violence; Rocky Horror Picture Show, (Luis) Buñuel, (Sam) Peckinpah; all those who say, “The whole world is wrong, only I am right, only I exist, my reality is transcendent.” My likes went right to the edges of the bowl. The great American middle didn’t appeal to me—Capra, Cukor, the conventional John Ford. Only the mad John Ford appealed to me; The Searchers, the Ethan Edwards half of him, which I love.  Only the Vertigo side of Hitchcock, the crazy side. In Taxi Driver, those two compelling things are clear: half of it’s Pickpocket, the other half is Kiss Me Deadly or Mean Streets, random brutality all around.
We’ll continue these explorations of Schrader in the next few posts. #

FADE OUT

Lee A. Matthias

Quote of the Post:

My likes went right to the edges of the bowl. The great American middle didn’t appeal to me—Capra, Cukor, the conventional John Ford. Only the mad John Ford appealed to me; The Searchers, the Ethan Edwards half of him, which I love. Only the Vertigo side of Hitchcock, the crazy side.
            ---Paul Schrader