Indiana Jones and the Lost Cinema of Old School Stunts

I've been watching the Indian Jones Making Ofs and mourning what seems to be the dying art of stunt work and spectacle in movies. Watching George Lucas and Steven Spielberg talk about the films, it's obvious what turns their cranks, and their recent work is exactly a predictable trajectory of their 1980s selves - Spielberg still seems to be that wide-eyed kid who marvels in the magic of movie-making with all its problem-solving and craft*, while Lucas is this guy who's basically, well, lazy, for want of a better word (boring? misguided? bat-shit loco?), and is more interested in churning the spectacle out through a series of new-fangled, soul-less, joyless cheats.

I know, I know all of it's cheating, but somehow the magic is gone. When it comes to stunts, visual effects or spectacle, I never ask "how did they do that?" any more because I know they did it with fast cutting, some software and a huge number of bored, underpaid, probably Indian people sitting at computers ruining their backs and eyesight rotoscoping and painting out wires. It doesn't feel special any more, and it's not just because I'm a filmmaker and knowledge of the inner workings have made me jaded. When I see the work in the old Indiana Jones movies, I'm amazed. Real explosions. Real fire. Real stuntmen actually being dragged under cars. These days, I just take it for granted, and to feel like that is just such a shame.

The worst of it is that visual effects are so 'easy' now that filmmakers use it to mask the most banal of things, just to save time. Truck in the background? Paint it out. Light stand in shot? Paint it out. There's no doubt that in the future I'll be the first one to say "fuck it, fix it in post", but by golly I'd better feel ashamed when I do.

I can't remember where I heard it (maybe in a film?) - anyway I think it was a Japanese warrior mourning the dying art of the blade. In the past, only a person of proper training and worth could challenge a warrior. With the invention of the gun, any old commoner could kill anybody. I know it's weird/melodramatic to compare the two, but my feelings around the state of stunts and VFX at the moment is the same. I mean, it's not that I don't appreciate the new age of visual effects, or think it doesn't have any skill or craft - it does, and I know that do be done well takes a great deal of time and talent - but somewhere along the way, something's lost its soul. That's the feeling I get when the compare the old Indianas with the new one, and I suspect it's why I don't want to even think about Episodes 1-3.

I don't think I'm alone. If the biggest selling point of Tony Jaa's movies is the fact that his stunts have not been tinkered with (pity about the crap script, acting and story), then I reckon there's both hope, and an audience that could do with a bit of that ol' school soul.

We'll see.

*it's amazing how old footage of Spielberg makes me appreciate him anew. It's not cool for film students to like his work, and I used to agree that he was a boring old dinosaur, but his enthusiasm circa 1980s really is infectious. I also don't deny he is a master storyteller. Plus I got insanely jealous watching that footage on the mining-car rig on the Temple of Doom. It looks so fricking cool! I want a go!

breakfast:
a HUGE plate of mushrooms, spinach and hash browns at Crucial Traders in Kingsland

verdict:
mushrooms were very nice (maybe a little too much rosemary, but the hint of honey was a nice touch). The hash browns were a bit blech, but I still ate them. The spinach made my teeth squeak, but that's what good spinach does. There was also too much food.

never trust the Rialto when quality projection is on the line

So I finished Christine Vachon's latest book 'A Killer Life' (which took me all the way through China!) and got all excited because I'm Not There was still showing at the Rialto.

I forgot I'd made a vow never to watch films in Rialto Newmarket's digital projection suites again, possibly because I'd bumped into a resident projectionist there a while ago who assured me that they had improved their system.

So, I'm looking at my I'm Not There ticket and my heart sinks. It's in Cinema 2 (cinema 1 & 2 = digital pain for the same price as a celluloid movie = abomination, now fixed perhance?). It's OK, I think to myself - I'm here now, I paid for the parking (in actuality, I've paid more for parking because of the faulty parking meter, but that's another story), it's not showing anywhere else.

I'm in the cinema and the screen is just as pixellated and rainbow-effecty as it always was, and to add insult to injury, the curtains are not pulled back far enough and the picture is spilling onto them. I calm myself down - I'm here now, parking paid for, just enjoy the movie. This is better than my home system, right?

The lights dim. The picture's not too bad (apart from the pixellation and rainbow effect and the picture on the curtain) - this beats my home system, etc etc. OK. Nice black and white opening sequence. Arty montage, you know. Nice music and sound effects. People moving their mouths, no words, interesting creative choice, but it sets a scene. Mm, a cast to appreciate - Cate Blanchett, Heath Ledger, Christian Bale. Christine Vachon, yay. Todd Haynes, yay. Nice music, still no dialogue, but that's OK.

The final opening credit. Good, we're getting into the movie proper. A scene with a kid getting onto a train... annnd... here's the interesting part - there's the sound of the train, the arty montage is over and the kid's having a conversation with these two bums, but we still can't hear it. Mouths are moving, no words.

And get this... of about 8 cinemagoers in the audience, including myself, noone says anything for a full 30 seconds because they think Todd Haynes was just being arty.

This is a sign. I pick up my bag and stand up.

Me: Um... this isn't right.
others: (silence)
Me: Um... has anyone seen this movie before?
others: (murmurs - no, no)

Another gentleman and I troop down to the Rialto front desk where there is your stereotypical young slacker/underling who slouches into his RT ("uh... yeah, there's no sound in I'm Not... what? ... Oh, yeah, no voices sound. What? Yeah."). When I ask him to start it again he informs me that the movie is not like a tape that you can start from the beginning. Hey man, if it's on DVD I beg to differ, but if I'm going to get my money back I'm not complaining. I get my money back, and a lesson. That's to stick to my vows and never trust Rialto's digital projection ever again. Or any video digital projection for that matter. Apart from IMAX, I'm not giving digital projection one iota of my trust UNTIL IT FRICKIN' PROVES ITSELF.

I'll rent I'm Not There on DVD in a year or so I guess.

I fled to the St Lukes multiplex (which, for all my griping, has never let me down projection-wise) and watched The Incredible Hulk and Sex and the City to stop sulking.

I have to say that I was one of those who didn't mind the Ang Lee Hulk. This one was apparently more of a crowd pleaser, and I definitely thought the screen chemistry between Ed Norton and Liv Tyler was more compelling. The set pieces were executed with the usual pizazz and style that I've come to expect from these recent Marvel epics (an expectation that Indiana Jones' latest crummy effects failed terribly with its uneven virutal lighting and 'vaseline' glow to mask bad keys or something), and the story was OK. Not great, but passable.

The theatre for Sex and the City was filled with appreciative women/fans, so when I wanted to yell at Sarah Jessica Parker to get over herself, I managed to restrain myself. There were some great one liners (mostly delivered by Kim Cattrall in that does-she-actually-speak-like-a-phone-sex-line-all-the-time? voice) - but mostly, the film was a thinly veiled fashion show and high-pitched hymn to the rampant religion of Materialism, engineered by corporations to fuel the idealogy of Consumption.

As you can probably tell, I've been watching: http://storyofstuff.com/

It's a good watch. Is it as riveting a watch as 3 and 2/132th movies in two days? Definitely. I should probably turn off my computer before I go to bed. But not before I put down:

Breakfast:
Rice and leftovers (tomato and egg, Chinese style!), Milo

Verdict:
Ya can't beat leftovers!

back home

//lazy sunday dvd player instructions

if ((stephen in bed == 1) && (roseanne in bed == 1)){
playDVD("Weeds");
}
else if ((stephen in bed == 1) && (roseanne in bed == 0)){
playDVD("Lost Season 4");
}
else if ((stephen in bed == 0) && (roseanne in bed == 1)){
playDVD("Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 4" || "30 Rock");
}
else{
stopDVD();
}

Got back from China 4 days ago. It was amazing. There's far too much to be able to jot down in a blog...

breakfast:
mum's stewed beef and pan-fried squid with rice.

verdict:
I love travelling. It's also good to be home. :)

ode to my friends

this is how a perfect evening goes:
extractor fan, glowing red coals
good conversation
incredible company
Soju and bulgogi
spicy tofu soup
a present to treasure forever
Wang city big mart and a red bean iceblock
sing star
birthdays which last a fortnight

as you can tell, I am still basking in the warming glowing warm glow of soju. But really... I love you guys.

breakfast:
watermelon, peacherine and orange

verdict:
definitely what I felt like in the morning, but got quite hungry around 9am. Which makes sense since I got up at 5am.

stock taking 2008

arrgh! I have an 8am calltime, and I'm not in bed yet! Sigh!

Um, quick quick... life still pretty good, stock is OK. This age not so bad, but I might start pausing longer when people ask my age and consider not answering at all and cultivating a mysterious, youthful raise of the eyebrow.

Ummm... worked all today, still working. This birthday lasts all the rest of the month!

I like vietnamese takeaways.

breakfast:
Ummmm... watermelon and milo!

verdict:
not very birthday-ey, but I liked it. Stephen was too sick at 8am, didn't want to force him to make me french toast. Seemed cruel. Another time.

5.15am - 5.23am

Before I go to sleep (hopefully) I would like to dedicate a wee post to my husband. This man suffered last-minute-cake-getting-stress, a really bad flu, a general boredom of parties and pathological fear of Karaoke for me.

When I sang him those two incredibly cheesy love songs ("Dream a little Dream of Me" and "Crazy For You" for the record), I meant every word. Seriously.

4.20am - 5.14am

I can't sleep. Just got settled at home after my birthday party, which I had been worrying about. I've always wondered what makes a good party after all the party elitism of Berlin, and I really don't know about organising them. Why can't I just sit back and enjoy them? At my wedding, I was stressing the whole time, worrying about whether there was enough food (there wasn't), whether or not the little gingerbread man favours had been put out (they hadn't), etc etc, and only later when people remembered the thing with such fondness did I realise that it was actually a pretty good party.

I was doing the same again tonight, wondering constantly if it was a cool party or not, could I have done it better, was Karaoke the right choice, was there enough food and drink, why didn't people turn up on time, and why did some leave early... I'm still not sure now and I got home a little wound up and I sat and read the cards and... then had nothing but gratitude and joy that I have such people whom I can call friends. This is the time for stock taking, and the thing is, I know some awesome people, and.. you know, I think they might like me back.

I'm not sure about whether I'm a very good party planner (note to self: karaoke is a bold choice!), but I was in a room with some of my favourite people in the whole world. And there will be many good times ahead with them all, milestone or no. Do I need an excuse to spend time with these people? I shouldn't have to have one, I know, but any excuse is a good one.

It's not so profound, but it bears remembering.

breakfast:
milo and congee made with leftover duck and chicken bones.

verdict:
mmm. I really love congee, but something you have to watch is that it might mean you're full for less time and need to eat more sooner. I guess it's all that water.