Spring Movielogue, 2005

•January 4, 2005 • Leave a Comment

January 4 – May 8

# Title (Production Year) Rating% Date Watched — Review links, if any (*Title* denotes top ten movie of period)

235 The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004) 85% 1/4/2005 — Post
236 *Finding Neverland* (2004) 97% 1/6/2005 — Post
237 Closer (2004) 86% 1/8/2005 — Post
238 Simon Birch (1998) 71% 1/11/2005 — Post
239 Guys and Dolls (1955) 91% 1/14/2005 — Post
240 Strictly Ballroom (1992) 34% 1/15/2005 — Post
241 Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967) 79% 1/15/2005 — Post
242 Wall Street (1987) 77% 1/16/2005 — Post
243 Fellini Satyricon (1969) 74% 1/17/2005 — Post
244 Cleopatra (1999) 71% 1/20/2005
245 Gunga Din (1939) 80% 1/21/2005 — Post
246 Arabian Nights (2000) 57% 1/21/2005
247 The Martian Chronicles (1980) 28% 1/23/2005 — Post
248 Secret Window (2004) 78% 1/23/2005 — Post
249 The Philadelphia Story (1940) 89% 1/27/2005 — Post
250 Sleepy Hollow 1999 71 1/29/2005
251 Dial M for Murder 1954 93 1/30/2005
252 Clue 1985 91 1/31/2005
253 The Mummy 1999 64 2/5/2005
254 A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum 1966 94 2/6/2005
255 *Network* (1976) 99% 2/6/2005
256 13 Going On 30 2004 24 2/10/2005
257 *Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?* (2000) 96% 2/12/2005
258 To Sir, with Love 1967 81 2/20/2005
259 Saved! 2004 88 2/23/2005
260 Office Space 1999 84 2/24/2005
261 Home on the Range 2004 39 2/25/2005
262 The Night of the Hunter 1955 83 2/27/2005
263 Meet Me in St. Louis 1944 95 2/27/2005
264 Ed Wood 1994 93 2/27/2005
265 Shark Tale 2004 40 2/28/2005
266 The Terminal 2004 89 3/1/2005
267 Sense and Sensibility 1995 93 3/4/2005
268 50 First Dates 2004 67 3/4/2005
269 The Court Jester 1956 86 3/5/2005
270 Thelma & Louise 1991 92 3/6/2005
271 Batman: The Movie 1966 24 3/8/2005
272 *Babette’s Feast* (1987) 96% 3/11/2005 — Post
273 The Magic Sword 1962 7 3/11/2005
274 Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid 1969 90 3/12/2005
275 Seven Brides for Seven Brothers 1954 94 3/12/2005
276 Constantine 2005 64 3/13/2005
277 Nurse Betty 2000 65 3/13/2005
278 Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House 1948 63 3/13/2005
279 Evolution 2001 82 3/14/2005
280 The Ninth Gate 1999 78 3/14/2005
281 The Seven Little Foys 1955 84 3/14/2005
282 Runaway Jury 2003 80 3/15/2005
283 Tootsie 1982 87 3/16/2005
284 The Rainmaker 1997 91 3/16/2005
285 Sabrina 1954 89 3/16/2005
286 *The Great Train Robbery* (1979) 97% 3/16/2005
287 Mean Girls 2004 88 3/17/2005
288 Liar Liar 1997 75 3/17/2005
289 In Good Company 2004 93 3/17/2005
290 Invasion USA 1952 4 3/18/2005
291 Amistad 1997 92 3/18/2005
292 Dangerous Liaisons 1988 90 3/18/2005
293 The General 1927 90 3/19/2005
294 Quiz Show 1994 94 3/19/2005
295 The Shakiest Gun in the West 1968 66 3/19/2005
296 National Treasure 2004 74 3/19/2005
297 Where the Heart Is 2000 38 3/20/2005
298 Dressed to Kill 1946 65 3/20/2005
299 Orange County 2002 89 3/22/2005
300 *A Beautiful Mind* (2001) 99% 3/25/2005
301 The Ladykillers 1955 74 3/25/2005
302 Paint Your Wagon 1969 52 3/26/2005
303 The Quiet Man 1952 93 3/26/2005
304 *Wonder Boys* (2000) 94% 3/27/2005
305 Bringing Up Baby 1938 90 3/30/2005 — Post
306 *Lolita* (1962) 99% 3/31/2005
307 The Bonfire of the Vanities 1990 86 4/1/2005
308 The Emperor’s New Groove 2000 84 4/3/2005
309 Angels Revenge 1979 3 4/4/2005
310 Sin City 2005 86 4/7/2005
311 Fahrenheit 9/11 2004 74 4/12/2005
312 Fahrenhype 9/11 2004 61 4/12/2005
313 Bowling for Columbine 2002 81 4/13/2005
314 Luther 2003 89 4/15/2005
315 The Sword in the Stone 1963 74 4/17/2005
316 X-Men 2000 81 4/20/2005
317 *The Phantom of the Opera* (2004) 94% 4/21/2005
318 The Merchant of Venice 2004 95 4/23/2005
319 The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy 1981 65 4/23/2005
320 X2 2003 89 4/24/2005
321 Once Upon a Time in America 1984 91 4/24/2005
322 The Searchers (1956) 84% 4/27/2005 — Post
323 Matchstick Men 2003 89 4/28/2005
324 The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy 2005 73 4/29/2005
325 Of Mice and Men 1992 92 5/1/2005
326 The Piano 1993 94 5/2/2005
327 *The Joy Luck Club* (1993) 97% 5/3/2005
328 Once Upon a Time in Mexico 2003 83 5/4/2005
329 Evita 1996 81 5/4/2005
330 Born into Brothels: Calcutta’s Red Light Kids 2004 92 5/5/2005
331 Das Boot 1981 93 5/8/2005

Transfiguring the Tradition

•November 11, 2004 • 3 Comments

Fiddler on the Roof and I go way back, deep into the murky, lugubrious mists of my formative years. I don’t believe that I was any older than five when I saw it for the first time. I remember two scenes from that viewing: “If I Were a Rich Man” (which I love . . . although I couldn’t pick a favorite song) and “Miracle of Miracles” (which is the only song in the movie that I loathe). And unless I am very much mistaken, I was unceremoniously put to bed before the end of the movie. Such is the plight of the five-year old.

It was not until I was beginning my senior year in high school, in fact, that I rediscovered this delightful cinematic opus. My grandparents had given my family a two-video VHS copy and, being bored late one night, I popped it into the player.

Three hours and two minutes later I had nearly talked myself into rewinding it and playing it again.

Although I settled for a good night’s sleep in the end, I watched it at least three or four more times that year, and I hadn’t been at LeTourneau for even a full semester when I had the irresistable urge to get my hands on another copy.

I had talked Bryan (my roommate at the time) into going to Blockbuster with me where we had acquired and made use of a membership card, and it was there that I turned in my hour of need for a shiny DVD copy of Fiddler on the Roof.

In addition to having Bryan (who had never seen it) with me, I somehow also managed to collar Wilson and Uncle Doug (neither of them had seen it either), and the four of us enjoyed ourselves enormously.

I purposed then and there to ask for my own DVD copy for Christmas, and it was duly given unto me. With that, I assumed the mantle of the proud office of “Keeper of the Fiddler” . . . and I have worn it ever since.

That spring I watched it with Martinez (who also had not seen it before) and half a dozen or so of the Penn 2 guys. The following fall I watched it with Anna and Moore (they hadn’t seen it) plus Wilson, Sharon, Scholl, etc. Last spring, we regulars were joined at the screening by Gallagher (who had seen it) and . . . Well, in short, it has become accepted practice to have a showing of Fiddler on the Roof during every semester I am at college.

And this semester was no exception. Quite far from it, in fact. I am currently taking “World Literature Through Film” as an Honors, junior-level lit elective, and the class requires students to form groups. This is in order that the entire last half of the semester may be spent showing movies based on works of world literature and presenting a comparison/contrast on the original work to the class.

After promptly forming a partnership with my close associates, Wilson and Martinez, we began to rack our brains for an appropriate selection. My initial tentative suggestion (Lolita) was shot down by Dr. Solganick (although he did it reluctantly, I must say), but it wasn’t long before Fiddler came to mind. In the end, I’m rather shocked it wasn’t the first thing that popped into my head.

The long and short of all this is that our presentation took place Thursday night, and was quite as successful as any presentation I have given before or could hope to give in future. And there was the added benefit of having nearly 20 people there for this semester’s showing of the movie. I don’t remember who exactly, but there were at least five there who hadn’t seen the movie before.

What follows below the fold is the paper that Wilson, Martinez, and I wrote to go with the movie. Martinez wrote the beginning (on the book), Wilson wrote the middle (on the author and historical context), and I wrote the end (on the movie itself) . . . with Martinez fitting the three portions together and covering introduction and conclusion. This was followed by polishing and re-polishing and . . . blah blah blah. I’m rambling.

Read the paper if you have the time. And if you find yourself in the area, be sure to join us next semester for Fiddler on the Roof!

Translating Tevye: Tradition, Community, Faith, and Doubt
in Two Visions of the Dairyman

Sholem Aleichem?s novel Tevye the Dairyman is a classic piece of Yiddish literature. Fiddler on the Roof, the film based on Aleichem?s work, is likewise a beloved masterpiece. Many of the characters and plots overlap between the two versions; their ultimate theme is also the same, but it is expressed in slightly different ways and in a different tone. Although the film is based on the book, its approach to difficult questions of faith is significantly more playful.

Sholem Aleichem?s Tevye the Dairyman is a collection of short stories about a man who argues with God. Tevye, the main character, leads a difficult life and cannot understand why he is so poor while other Jews are so rich. Tevye struggles to reconcile the injustice of the world with the character of his God. The later stories tell of Tevye?s problems in marrying off his daughters; each one reveals a perspective on the Jewish tradition. Despite constant and recurring problems, Tevye remains true to his faith in God, which gives him courage to endure difficult times.

The early stories, particularly ?Tevye Strikes it Rich? and “Tevye Blows a Small Fortune,? have a lighthearted tone. Tevye makes many amusing comments, such as the observation his horse is ?only human too [?] or else why would God have made him a horse,? or that an event ?took place exactly a dog?s age ago, nine or ten years to the day, if not a bit more or less? (Aleichem 3). Such verbal acrobatics are entertaining to the audience, and they take some of the edge off of the otherwise-depressing subject of poverty. This lightness for the reader is reflected in Tevye?s nearly carefree attitude. He grumbles and complains about his lot in life, but he accepts that things ?were meant to be? the way they are (13). He has faith in God and believes that He knows best. This faith provides the foundation for everything Tevye does; it gives him an anchor in times of difficulty.

The later stories, however, are not as lighthearted. All of Tevye?s daughters give him troubles, some more depressing than others. The sequence in which Tevye concocts a dream to cover Tzeitel?s marriage to the tailor Motl Komzoyl is amusing, but the family?s parting with Hodl is tinged with sadness, and Chava?s elopement leaves Tevye bitter throughout the remainder of the book. Later, Shprintze commits suicide after her failed engagement, and Beilke ends up living in poverty in America after driving Tevye mad with worry. Tevye describes his daughters as ?too smart for their own good,? but he loves them all dearly, as he shows in dealing with their marriage problems (52).

But Tevye?s troubles do not end with his daughters. At the beginning of ?Tevye Leaves for the Land of Israel,? Tevye tells of losing his wife, Golde (99). Then, Motl Komzoyl, Tevye?s son-in-law and Tzeitel?s husband, dies between that story and ?Lekh-Lekho,? leaving Tevye responsible for his eldest daughter and her children (118). To round out his troubles, the village policeman tells Tevye that he (along with all the other Jews) must leave his home and move to another town.

In these later trials, Tevye?s faith begins to wobble. His conversations with God become more accusatory, and his rants against the injustice of life become more bitter. His problems with his daughters seem to harden his heart somewhat, so that by the end of the book he does not know whether God is really listening. At times, Tevye?s faith is little more than the mortar holding him together with his fellow Jews.

But there are two rays of hope in the darkness of Tevye?s life. First, Chava returns and reconciles with Tevye. Second, and more importantly, Tevye clings to his faith in God, shaky though it may be. The book ends with Tevye encouraging Jews everywhere ?not to worry: the old God of Israel still lives? (131). The community of Jews still exists. But despite the positive elements, the ending carries overtones of bitterness and confusion as Tevye struggles with his faith.

The parting message from Tevye to his people indicates Aleichem?s preoccupation with the concept of community. In typical Jewish literary fashion, all of the Tevye stories show a profound attention to history and the fellowship of faith. The reader may gain a much more thorough appreciation for Aleichem?s work through a study of its literary and historical context.

According to Hillel Halkin?s introduction to the book, Tevye the Dairyman is ?perhaps the only [novel] ever written in real time, that is, according to a scale on which time for the author and time for his characters are absolutely equivalent? (xxi). Because the novel was written over twenty years as a series of short stories, and is set within Aleichem?s own surroundings, the reader can follow a remarkable progression in the author?s thinking. The writing unfolds against the background of late Tsarist Russia, a time of growing persecution for Jews. This historical context provides a sense of urgency to the narratives; Tevye?s growing doubt is driven by the isolation and disenfranchisement of his people, which suggest a breakdown in the promises of their faith. Aleichem thus makes a strong statement about the condition of the Jewish people in his lifetime.

Sholem Aleichem shielded himself from scrutiny not only by using Tevye as a mouthpiece, but also by crafting a new persona for himself as the author; the writer Sholem Aleichem was actually the rabbi Shalom Rabinovich. The author used these fictional mediators to pose difficult questions to his readers. Joseph Sherman observes that Tevye the Dairyman often transfers familiar religious formulae to new situations, creating paradoxes of faith. He notes, for example, that ?every time Tevye quotes from the Hallel [a prayer of praise], the effect of his quotation is to challenge the existence of the mercies that it celebrates in the everyday experience of ordinary folk like himself? (10).

David Booth explains further: ?Tevye has no sense of the clear cause-effect nature of God?s will as evoked in earlier Jewish responses to catastrophe. In this strange new world, all that he can count on is his family and his community.? God is silent during Tevye?s troubles; at the end of the book, hope seems to come not from the fact that ?God still lives? (since He has not been generous with deliverance) as much as from the fact that there is still a community of believing Jewish brethren scattered across the globe. In Booth?s view, Tevye has taken his questions so far that ?the affirmation becomes more important than what is affirmed, the storyteller more important than the story? (302). This existential tone marks Tevye the Dairyman as a vital part of the modern Jewish literary tradition, a tradition preoccupied with the challenges posed by philosophical rationalism as well as human suffering.

In 1894, Jewish identity papers in Russia were marked with the word ?Jew;? in this year, Sholem Aleichem wrote the first Tevye story. In 1905, Aleichem witnessed a pogrom in Kiev and subsequently left Russia; this is the date of ?Chava,? the first truly tragic story in the series. In 1914, the flood of Jewish emigration from Russia was cut off by World War I; this year saw the end of the series with ?Lekh-Lekho,? in which Tevye, although denied his dream of living in the Holy Land, is separated from his home forever (Halkin xiv-xv).

But the saga of Tevye did not end with ?Lekh-Lekho;? Tevye the Dairyman was adapted into a stage play, which was later adapted into a film. The plot of the film is drawn entirely from the book, specifically following the plots of ?Today?s Children,? ?Hodl,? and ?Chava? and including elements from ?Tevye Strikes it Rich? and ?Tevye Blows a Small Fortune.? The later, more depressing stories are absent, except for the common ending, in which Tevye is forced from his home.

One of the most important things to note about the adaptations is that both are musicals. The use of music is the primary distinction between the novel and the film; the poetic features of Aleichem?s prose are adapted to the screen in song form. The movie uses music to capture the feel of Jewish culture in Eastern Europe. However, the reasons for the selection of this particular artistic medium run a bit deeper than that, and the decision to tell the stories of Sholem Aleichem through music works beautifully.

Music can overcome the barriers of language and culture in order to communicate directly to the heart and soul of the listener. In fact, we see this in the movie during the song ?To Life,? as the Russians and Jews set aside their differences for a time of celebration. The music acts as an emotional unifier. It brings the characters in the movie together as they sing, and it draws the viewer in with them as well. This echoes the theme of community that is so prevalent in Tevye the Dairyman; the musical element in the film subtly reinforces this theme for the viewer.

Music is used effectively in a number of different ways throughout Fiddler on the Roof. Most of the songs fall into more than one of the following categories. First, music cultivates and reveals deeper connections between characters in a number of instances (e.g. ?To Life,? ?Miracle of Miracles,? and ?Do You Love Me??). Some of the songs, such as ?Matchmaker? and ?If I Were a Rich Man,? give added depth to the characters. The forming of connections extends beyond individuals to the cultural level; a number of the songs draw deeply on Jewish culture, bringing out the importance of various Jewish beliefs and traditions. This is perhaps most apparent in the song ?Sabbath Prayer,? a montage of Jewish families celebrating the Sabbath together in different homes throughout the village. The influence of Jewish customs can also be seen in dance during the ?Wedding Celebration? number.

Another function of the songs is to emphasize a point or theme beyond what could be accomplished with normal dialogue. ?Sunrise, Sunset,? ?Far From the Home I Love,? ?Tradition,? and ?Anatevka? all fit into this category. In fact, ?Tradition? sums up the major theme of the film: Jewish traditions form the foundation of Jewish identity. In ?Anatevka,? furthermore, it becomes clear that this Jewish community consists of something much deeper and more lasting than the few dilapidated houses that make up the small Russian village. A bond far stronger than mere location binds these characters to one another.

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, some songs are heavily symbolic. The best example of this in Fiddler is the ?Chava Ballet Sequence.? The sequence is one of the linchpins of the movie, using music and dance to summarize the progression of the story to that point. As instrumental music plays, Golde silently teaches Chava to dance, after which Chava walks out to join her older sisters. The three dance together to the tune of the Fiddler (more will be said about this enigmatic character later), until the two eldest are joined by their respective spouses and dance away from their sister. Chava is left dancing alone until she feels the luring call of Fyedka. There is a brief struggle as the Fiddler tries to hold her back, but in the end Chava runs (but does not dance) to join Fyedka. Symbolically, this represents how the girls have been taught to ?dance? to the tune of tradition by their mother, and how the first two have been joined in the dance by their husbands. Chava, on the other hand, has abandoned the dance completely; she has broken with tradition and community, leaving behind everything and everyone she has ever known, as her heartbroken father watches.

The musical numbers are not the only important elements at work within Fiddler on the Roof, however. The title character, who ties everything together as the movie?s chief metaphor, is quite musical in nature. He could effectively symbolize a number of different things, but the most significant is shown by what Tevye says at the beginning of the film: ?A fiddler on the roof. Here [. . .] you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. You may ask [. . .] how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: tradition!? The Fiddler represents both tradition and the spirit of Jewish community.

The Fiddler appears several times during the movie, each one a key point in the plot or in the changing of Tevye?s fortunes. The first such appearance is in the opening credits, after Tevye has introduced the concept of tradition to the audience. After this, the Fiddler does not return until Tevye hears news of the pogrom, after an evening of carousing with Lazar Wolf. Here he moves from an emotional high to an emotional low, and this is one of several points in the movie where he questions God. It is here that the Fiddler appears to pull him back out of despair and lead him home.

The Fiddler?s role in the vital ballet sequence has already been mentioned. His fourth and final appearance in the movie comes just a few moments before the closing credits begin to roll. Tevye and his family have just left behind their home, and are slogging slowly through the half-frozen mud of a road in the middle of nowhere. They, like countless Jews before them, have been cast adrift in the world, and Tevye seems despondent. Then he hears the quiet playing of the Fiddler behind him. Turning, he spots the musician, who stares back with a mischievous glint in his eye. Tevye motions him to follow with his head, and then, as the Fiddler follows and plays joyfully behind him, strides purposefully onward with his head held high. The message seems to be that so long as the Jewish people keep their traditions with them, their fellowship with God and each other will remain intact, and they will have nothing to fear.

Here we see a significant departure from the message of Tevye the Dairyman. Both the novel and the film grow more serious as they progress, but the book has moments of utter sadness (e.g. the deaths of Shprintze and Golde), while the film remains relatively optimistic. In the book, the hope expressed at the end of the last story is almost half-hearted after Tevye?s recent expression of doubt. In contrast, the film ends with the lilting, happy strains of the Fiddler?s music, which accompanies Tevye and his family (which includes Golde, who is still alive in the film) as they travel. The film?s ending is almost happy; it certainly celebrates the stoic resolve of the Jewish people.

In short, the novel Tevye the Dairyman carries an almost bitter tone as it reflects on what seems to be God?s abandonment of the Jews. At the same time, it maintains that faith in God is necessary, if for no other reason than for the community it gives the Jews. The film Fiddler on the Roof has a similar focus on community, but its happier tone reflects a more hopeful outlook and faith in God.

Works Consulted

Aleichem, Sholem. Tevye the Dairyman and The Railroad Stories. Trans. Hillel Halkin. Schocken Books, 1987.

Booth, David. ?The Role of the Storyteller?Sholem Aleichem and Elie Wiesel.? Judaism 42.3 (1993): 298-312.

Fiddler on the Roof. Screenplay by Sholom Aleichem and Joseph Stein. Dir. Norman Jewison. MGM/UA Home Entertainment, 1971.

Halkin, Hillel. Introduction. Tevye the Dairyman and The Railroad Stories. By Sholem Aleichem. Trans. Halkin. Schocken Books, 1987.

Sherman, Joseph. ?Holding Fast to Integrity: Shalom Rabinovich, Sholem Aleichem and Tevye the Dairyman.? Judaism 43.1 (1994): 6-18.

“Life isn’t fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all.”

•September 29, 2004 • 7 Comments

–William Goldman, The Princess Bride

I’m feeling particularly contemplative this evening, despite the distressing absence of my good health, the bothersome lateness of the hour, and the very unwelcome presence of three or four boatloads of homework.

I haven’t posted lately for a number of reasons (unfortunately none of those reasons has anything to do with a lack of material). During the past week or so I have spent a sizable chunk of time when I could have been blogging watching the complete first season of Dead Like Me. That’d be about 11 hours . . . but I watched a few episodes twice. You can blame Randy for this one.

In trying to think of something to compare the show to, I kept coming back to the same thing over and over: It’s basically what Touched by an Angel would be if it were smart, cynical, and macabre instead of cute, banal, and *shudders* “inspiring.”

The basic premise goes something like this: Georgia Lass (George) is a morose eighteen-year old college drop-out whose only direction in life is supplied by her irascible, embittered mother’s repeated and insistent attempts to push her out of the nest. Standing outside during lunch break on her first day in a mind-numbing, dead-end job . . . she is hit by a flaming toilet seat that plummets from space as Mir comes apart in orbit. (If you think that’s bizarre, know that the writers of the show regularly outdo themselves when it comes to unusual or unexpected ways for people to die.) And that’s where the fun begins.

George must join the ranks of the Grim Reapers, replacing the guy who took her soul just before she died. It’s a thankless, and more importantly, wageless, job that she will perform for an undisclosed length of time (decades, at least), dwelling among and mingling with the living, before passing the mantle to someone else and moving on.

Her four co-workers in the district, randomly selected like her, are a grab-bag of interesting types . . . but I’ll just stop describing the show in detail now, lest I sit here all night. I could easily come up with a blogpost out of every single episode . . . But you should be watching it yourself anyway.

From the show’s upbeat, unconventional intro (jazzy music, people wearing “reaper-esque” black robes and hoods and carrying wicked-looking scythes around while walking dogs in the park, standing by the water cooler at work, playing basketball, and doing their laundry in a laundromat) it’s not hard to tell that you aren’t dealing with the average sitcom or TV drama. What we have instead is a brilliant tragicomedy, well written and well acted, that is satisfying both visually and intellectually.

But “Dead Like Me” isn’t about soul-reaping anymore than Harry Potter is about magic. The show uses its engaging plot device, not just to entertain, but to explore deeper questions about life and death. Surprisingly, the show is much more about the former than about the latter. Each episode deals sensitively with questions about how people deal with grief, the importance of relationships and community, living life to the fullest, and avoiding regrets (just to name a few).

The series stays well-balanced as it walks a very fine line between the hilarious and the poignant. Somehow it manages never to descend to the level of the silly or the trite. You’re almost constantly either laughing loudly or swallowing a sudden lump in your throat. I don’t recommend attempting to eat anything while watching the show.

I must point out that the series does not by any means operate within the framework of a Christian worldview. Characters do not have any problem with “swearing” or sexual promiscuity, and morality is often ambiguous at best. I’m not quite sure what I would call its philosophy (it smacks of a number of things). I wouldn’t call the series unbiblical or antibiblical, but it is nonbiblical and/or extrabiblical. (Just think about it for a sec . . . I actually didn’t contradict myself there.) I am very glad that this is the case, for a few reasons.

First, it definitely takes the focus completely away from the afterlife, to the degree that it is practically ignored . . . which also allows the series to avoid neat, easy, shallow answers to deep, practical, tangible questions.

Second, I like to be challenged, both intellectually and spiritually. Strictly Christian entertainment can often help you grow in various ways, or reinforce an old principle, but rarely does it cause me to reevaluate and strengthen any core beliefs, or just sit back in my chair and go, “Huh.”

Anyway, aside from a great entertainment experience, and loads of food for thought, I came away from the first season with an increased zest for life, a greater sense of the value of family and friends, an impression of the importance of both our purpose and our legacy, and a realization that everything you do, especially in relation to others, is important. It all comes down to a series of questions: If you were to die today, what would you have accomplished? How would people remember you? What would you leave undone or unsaid? How would it affect the people you care about? . . . etc., etc., etc.

I must have Season Two! I must have Season Two forthwith!

The Big Summer Movie Project

•August 31, 2004 • 5 Comments

As you all probably know by now, this summer bore witness to a large-scale project which involved kicking back in the nearest piece of comfortable furniture and watching loads and loads of movies, keeping a detailed record and carefully calculating an appropriate rating for each and every one of them. And now it’s time for the old statistics game to come into play.

I have watched 137 different movies this summer (there have probably been at least a dozen repeats).

-6 of these movies were rated G.
-38 were rated PG.
-30 were rated PG-13.
-43 were rated R.
-20 were UnRated.

This was pretty much the focus of the summer . . . The amount of time spent (counting reruns) boils down to nearly two weeks of solid 24/7 movie watching (approximately one and a quarter movies per day at almost exactly two hours per movie).

In addition to this, I did manage to squeeze in a full-time job, a two-week summer course worth three credit hours, and a couple dozen books plus two visits to West Texas and copious amounts of quality time with our much esteemed “HNRS” SC Seniors during this, their final summer of college life. I remember sleeping, too. Definitely plenty of sleeping.

(Brief sidenote: As to that next-to-last item, I was particularly glad to be able to spend the extra time with the all-too-soon-to-be graduates. Just thought I’d mention that.)

Anyway, I contemplated listing the worst movies I saw this summer, but there seemed to be very little point. There were exactly ten movies that got 50% or less on the rating scale, but that was because I chose to watch good movies fairly consistently . . . plus I didn’t necessarily loathe the experience of watching most of these and the following listing seems much more relevant.

The Top Ten Movies I Saw This Summer (in order as watched):

Schindler’s List

The Seventh Seal

Rear Window

Traffic

Amadeus

A Passage to India

The Last Emperor

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Graduate

Road to Perdition

Only four of those were first-time views for me, but I have watched an additional four of them for the first time within the last year . . . Only “Rear Window” and “Road to Perdition” are (relatively) long-time favorites.

The movielist isn’t going away, but due to the sudden and particularly uninvited arrival of the fall semester the summer project is forced to draw to a close. I’ll be sad to see it, and the summer in general, go . . . But I look forward to just about everything that comes with the beginning of a new semester. I won’t be watching quite so many movies now (or maybe I will), but the record-keeping and attempts at quality selection will continue.

After all, if I continue at anything like the present rate I’ll have caught up with Roger Ebert in a mere 20 years . . .

Fall Movielogue, 2004

•August 31, 2004 • Leave a Comment

August 31 – January 3

# Title (Production Year) Rating% Date Watched — Review links, if any (*Title* denotes top ten movie of period)

138 Calendar Girls (2003) 81% 8/31/2004 — Post
139 Braveheart 1995 97 9/3/2004
140 The Apostle (1997) 94% 9/4/2004 — Post
141 Seven Samurai (1954) 74% 9/5/2004 — Post
142 To Catch a Thief 1955 93 9/8/2004
143 The Lion in Winter (2003) 96% 9/12/2004 — Post
144 Out of Time (2003) 86% 9/13/2004 — Post
145 Faust (1926) 98% 9/16/2004 — Post
146 Fire Maidens From Outer Space 1956 3 9/17/2004
147 Good Bye Lenin! (2003) 89% 9/17/2004 — Post
148 The Gods Must Be Crazy (1980) 85% 9/19/2004 — Post
149 *Se7en* (1995) 98% 9/20/2004
150 Dead Like Me (2003) 93% 9/21/2004 — Post
151 Onegin (1999) 83% 9/23/2004 — Post
152 Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Movie (1996) 91% 9/24/2004 — Post
153 Blade Runner (1982) 95% 9/24/2004 — Post
154 Man of La Mancha (1972) 79% 9/26/2004 — Post
155 Walk, Don’t Run (1966) 86% 9/28/2004 — Post
156 Madame Bovary 1991 64 9/30/2004
157 Mystic River (2003) 93% 10/4/2004 — Post
158 Triumph of the Will 1935 89 10/5/2004
159 Outlaw of Gor 1989 1 10/8/2004
160 The Bicycle Thief 1948 97 10/10/2004
161 Jesus Christ Superstar 1973 74 10/11/2004
162 Galaxy Quest 1999 89 10/12/2004
163 A Doll’s House 1973 86 10/14/2004
164 Robin Hood 1973 84 10/15/2004
165 Team America: World Police (2004) 62% 10/15/2004
166 Bulworth 1998 86 10/15/2004
167 The Chamber 1996 77 10/16/2004
168 The Tingler 1959 54 10/17/2004
169 Star Force: Fugitive Alien II 1986 1 10/22/2004
170 An Ideal Husband 1999 83 10/22/2004
171 *The Godfather* (1972) 100% 10/23/2004
172 The Godfather: Part II 1974 100 10/24/2004
173 The Godfather: Part III 1990 82 10/25/2004
174 West Side Story (1961) 76% 10/25/2004
175 A Room with a View 1985 88 10/27/2004
176 The Count of Monte Cristo 2002 44 10/28/2004
177 The Girl in Lovers Lane 1959 1 10/29/2004
178 *Waking Ned Devine* (1998) 98% 10/29/2004
179 *Fiddler on the Roof* (1971) 100% 10/31/2004 — Post
180 The Shining 1980 83 11/1/2004
181 The Tin Drum 1979 45 11/2/2004
182 *Rashomon* 1950 95% 11/4/2004
183 Girls Town 1959 39 11/5/2004
184 The Brothers Karamazov 1958 44 11/6/2004
185 Howards End 1992 89 11/7/2004
186 Santa Claus Conquers the Martians 1964 1 11/12/2004
187 And Now For Something Completely Different 1971 57 11/13/2004
188 The Sound of Music 1965 92 11/14/2004
189 The Children of Heaven 1997 90 11/15/2004
190 Les Misérables 1998 95 11/18/2004
191 Deathstalker III: Deathstalker and the Warriors from Hell 1989 1 11/19/2004
192 Cabaret 1972 83 11/19/2004
193 The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari 1920 94 11/21/2004
194 Wait Until Dark 1967 93 11/23/2004
195 Groundhog Day 1993 80 11/24/2004
196 Doctor Dolittle 1967 76 11/25/2004
197 The Incredibles 2004 98 11/26/2004
198 Monk 2002 86 11/26/2004
199 *The Shawshank Redemption* (1994) 98% 11/28/2004
200 Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner 1967 95 11/29/2004
201 The Tragedy of Othello: The Moor of Venice 1952 81 11/30/2004
202 The Sword and the Dragon 1956 57 12/3/2004
203 Gormenghast 2000 85 12/3/2004
204 Fail-Safe 1964 81 12/3/2004
205 The Last Picture Show 1971 92 12/3/2004
206 *12 Angry Men* (1957) 95% 12/5/2004
207 It Happened One Night (1934) 89% 12/6/2004 — Post
208 No Man’s Land 2001 94 12/7/2004
209 Nosferatu 1922 83 12/9/2004
210 Control Room 2004 93 12/9/2004
211 The Starfighters 1964 4 12/10/2004
212 Death on the Nile 1978 84 12/11/2004
213 The Lion in Winter (1968) 90% 12/12/2004 — Post
214 Angela’s Ashes 1999 90 12/13/2004
215 *The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring* (2001) 99% 12/13/2004
216 The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers 2002 97 12/14/2004
217 The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King 2003 98 12/15/2004
218 Hero 2002 97 12/16/2004
219 Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events 2004 87 12/18/2004
220 Hellboy 2004 80 12/20/2004
221 Topkapi 1964 71 12/21/2004
222 Star Trek: The Motion Picture 1979 78 12/22/2004
223 White Christmas 1954 85 12/25/2004
224 Smallville 2001 70 12/25/2004
225 Meet the Fockers 2004 74 12/26/2004
226 *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind* (2004) 97% 12/26/2004
227 Rope 1948 93 12/27/2004
228 Napoleon Dynamite 2004 60 12/28/2004
229 Election 1999 93 12/28/2004
230 *Garden State* (2004) 96% 12/29/2004 — Post
231 Russian Ark 2002 96 12/30/2004
232 Singin’ in the Rain 1952 90 12/31/2004
233 Being John Malkovich 1999 88 12/31/2004
234 Sad Cypress 2003 77 1/1/2005

The Lord of Ten Thousand Years

•August 3, 2004 • Leave a Comment

The Last Emperor is one of the purest historical epics I have ever seen. It is a brilliant spectacle, an incredible story.

It follows the life of Pu Yi, who was crowned emperor of China in 1908 at the age of three. Four years later he was forced to abdicate as ruler of the Chinese, but he continued to live in the Forbidden City as a sort of figurehead until 1924 when he was forced to leave and eventually returned to his birthplace in Manchuria.

Seven years after this, of course, Manchuria was invaded by the Japanese. In 1934, the Japanese set Pu Yi up as the puppet emperor of Manchuria, a position he retained until he was captured by the Russians at the end of WWII. He was returned to the Chinese in 1950 and spent the next 10 years in prison, being “re-educated” by the Communists to live as an “ordinary citizen.” When he was finally released, he became a gardener. He often visited the Forbidden City as an ordinary citizen, and finally died in 1967.

That is the bare-bones account of the amazing life of the last emperor of China . . . the movie version is quite a bit more engaging and moving. The movie jumps back and forth between its “present time” in the 1950s and flashbacks to Pu Yi’s life as emperor and figurehead.

It won 9 well-deserved Oscars in 1987 (Best Writing, Sound, Picture, Director, Music, Editing, Costumes, Cinematography, and Art Direction/Set Decoration). Of particular note are the gorgeous costumes and locations . . . it was the first feature film that China allowed to be filmed in the Forbidden City, and it takes full advantage of this privilege. The historical, cultural, and geographical atmospheres are, as a result, flawlessly immersive throughout the 60 years of Chinese history that the movie spans. The wonderful music is a welcome element as well.

The acting is also excellent . . . I particularly enjoyed the performance of the boy who plays the child emperor at age three. Peter O’Toole as Reginald Johnston, the emperor’s Scottish tutor, is superb, as always.

There is a great scene near the very beginning where, shortly after Pu Yi’s coronation, the little boy becomes bored with a droning ceremony and starts to squirm. Then he stands and begins to jump up and down on his throne. His horrified “advisors” try to shush him, but he climbs down and runs giggling outside . . . to be greeted by the staggering sight of thousands of his subjects bowing before him. He toddles aimlessly among them, and you see that he hasn’t even noticed the spectacle. He is searching for the cricket that he can hear chirping somewhere in the crowd . . .

In the next scene, his imperial majesty decides that he no longer likes baths. He yells this loudly over and over as he crashes like Godzilla through a small model of the Forbidden City . . . The royal retainers finally convince him to get in the tub, and as his back is scrubbed he asks, “Is it true I can do anything I want?”

“Of course, your majesty . . . anything you want. You are the Lord of Ten Thousand Years.”

The response? He starts splashing water on the four men who are trying to bathe him. He stands up in the small tub and starts kicking water at them, loudly crying, “I’m the son of heaven! I’m the son of heaven!”

This sets the tone for most of the rest of his life, and sets up the personality and attitudes that the Communist guards are doing their best to get out of his system during his time in prison.

What I particularly liked was how the movie stayed focused on Pu Yi’s life and on the chief issue of whether he can overcome his imperial background and accept his new, lowly place in China. Can Pu Yi finally escape the consequences of a seemingly predetermined sequence of events that have trapped him into the life he leads?

It didn’t go out of its way to judge any particular regime or side or set of traditions (and believe me, there are plenty to choose from during this period). Moviemakers as a rule seem to find it nearly impossible to avoid tossing in their two cents on such things, but by the end of this movie, I simply felt that I understood the intricacies of the facts of the period and of the main character’s life better . . . not that I had been manipulated by someone’s interpretation of history. This is, perhaps, merely a sign of more artful manipulation, but if so . . . Well, good for them.

The final scene is both poignant and perfect . . . the last sequence of scenes, in fact (featuring, in particular, a fascinating peek at the Cultural Revolution). The freeing of the cricket . . . That’s all I’ll say. You need to watch it.

And yes, I watched the 220 minute extended version. I wasn’t bored once . . . Be sure that this is the version that you see . . . the theatrical release was a full hour shorter, and I don’t know how this movie could possibly lose an hour. This is the right way to make a crazy long movie, let me tell you this!

Family Values

•June 23, 2004 • 2 Comments

Well, I was going to spend more time tonight working on the Harry Potter post, but as you can see on the right, a fourth movie has rated as high as a movie can rate on my list.

Brilliantly filmed, poignantly acted, and masterfully compiled and edited into an eye-opening, thought-provoking look at the Drug War on any number of levels . . . Well, let’s just say that I am quite convinced that this movie deserves its rating.

It is time (as always these days, it seems) for me to go to bed, but I just wanted to comment briefly on a single aspect of Traffic’s message that struck me.

I thought, as I watched the movie, that it had a very defeatist tone concerning the current state of affairs with narcotics (and rightly so). The Drug War, the way it is being fought, is both unwinnable and counter-productive. The movie brings this home time and time again until the involved viewer almost begins to despair . . . And then, in the next to last scene, I realized what the movie was actually trying to say:

Judge Wakefield resigns his position as the man in charge of running the United States’ War on Drugs, and returns to his home to support and care for his teenage daughter as she tries to break her own various addictions.

This is not a war that our government can win for us. This is a war that we have to win for ourselves, on the level of the family unit. How many problems in America, right now, are a result of the widespread breakdown of traditional families and households that has been taking place for the past four decades? What would be the impact on the country right now if as many children grew up in the care of loving, responsible guardians who are actually present as did 60 years ago?

Anyway, I’d love to wax a little more eloquent about this movie, but I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything besides my bed (a mere three and a half feet away!). So . . . I will go to bed now.

And, when I get up tomorrow, I will keep watching good movies, thinking idealistic thoughts, and writing whatever I can manage about them late at night (i.e. the usual muddled, sappy sort of stuff I’ve been turning out lately . . . *sigh*).

Grace and Forgiveness

•June 18, 2004 • 16 Comments

Tonight I watched the most graphic and moving film on the Holocaust I have ever seen: Night and Fog. A mere 32 minutes long, it is a French documentary that was filmed in 1955.

It was very difficult to watch. The only comforting factor is that I have proved to myself that I am still not desensitized to a point where I can no longer be distraught by the power of on-screen images.

The documentary did an excellent job on various levels. One of these was in bringing home the fact that, no matter how much of this we take in, we don’t know what it was like and we can’t know what it was like. We weren’t there, and just seeing it on your TV while you’re settled on a soft couch surrounded by good friends in a free country can’t put us there. I’m rather glad of that, of course . . .

Another thing that struck me with particular (i.e. more than usual) force was the fact that the Nazis were a bunch of Goddamned, bloody bastards. We turn them into cartoon villains, and laugh about their salutes and their “Sieg heils” and their silly goosestepping. It isn’t really that funny. They aren’t funny at all. And people should also think twice before they accuse other people of being like the Nazis. That’s a pretty serious matter, and it gets tossed around in an awfully flippant manner these days.

In a recent post I quoted someone as saying, “The world is a tragedy to those who feel, and a comedy to those who think,” (or something along those lines). I generally prefer to spend my time thinking because I think everything comes off better that way, but it doesn’t hurt to feel every now and again.

So, yeah, I was seething on the inside as I watched this . . . Shocked, horrified, and disgusted yet again by what took place, and I had decided to post something along the lines of the first sentence from two paragraphs ago, and simply leave it at that. I am terribly distressed that I can’t . . . because I started thinking again.

Without God’s grace I am every bit as guilty and evil and damned as Himmler or Eichmann. I hate having to quantify like that, and admit that we’re all in the same league when it comes to sin, but it has to be done . . . (John 8:7 says so). There is no 9th Hell for the uber-sinners, they all go to the same place. And we all deserve it. Equally.

Anyway, condemnation isn’t really my specialty, and self-condemnation even less so. Reflection of this nature isn’t really my thing either. But, as I said, as much as I wanted to just climb on here and remind you all that Nazi-hating is still a really good idea, I felt that it wouldn’t carry any significant weight, in the end, even if no one else noticed.

I remembered the account of Corrie Ten Boom’s encounter with a former guard at Ravensbruck from the end of “The Hiding Place.” That is still the most powerful story of human forgiveness that I have come across, and I still have a long way to go towards understanding what it takes to make that possible . . . not to mention beginning to practice it myself.

I guess this is all a bit disjointed, and no wonder. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m writing on emotion. What I’m really getting at is this:

Take all evil (past, present and future) seriously.

Remember that “There but for the grace of God . . .” You’ve got nothing to feel superior about.

Consider that if you think forgiveness is easy, you’ve probably just never been wronged badly enough. Be prepared for when you are.

A Freudian Analysis of Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo

•May 24, 2004 • 1 Comment

If you thought the last entry was a stretch . . . well, this one is just pure sleaze. I don’t think that anyone will seriously deny that a lot of this is in the movie, though. Alfred Hitchcock was a big fan of Sigmund Freud. Consider yourself warned.

Oh, yes . . . and of course there will be some spoilers in here. I’ve tried to keep them to a minimum, but . . . You know.

Vertigo is basically the wild ride of a textbook cynic who gives in to sentimentalism and has two (technically three) relationships destroyed by his dysfunctional emotions and obsessions. And, of course, there is the title character, Scottie?s phobia, waiting in the wings to lend a hand if Scottie?s life looks like it might be stabilizing at any point in the movie. Anyway, I decided I wanted to take a closer look at some of the ideas we were playing around with after class with Watson and the Hitch Lady, so this is a look at the movie using what I understand of Freudian psychology, plus some entertaining input from the Vengeful Cynic. (We disagree about the way the movie ends, but I went with his view because Freud would disagree with me as well.)

At the very beginning of the movie, we see Scottie vaulting across rooftops, struggling to keep up with the policeman ahead of him as he realizes that he is afraid of heights. He is, of course, suffering from castration anxiety. The ability to chase down criminals is important to his work, which is tied directly to his role as a male, providing for himself (he is not married . . . I’m getting to that). If he is unable to perform adequately, it will signify that he is impotent. When he fails to save the life of the policeman who is trying to save him, he is effectively castrated.

There is, at this point, one woman in his life, and soon there will be a second. The first, Midge, threatens his already repressed sexuality, but her relationship with him also conflicts with that threat. She often attempts to operate as a mother figure (later in the movie she will come directly out and identify herself as such: “Mother is here.”), but she is also very much the liberated woman in the story. She is self-sufficient, supporting herself from her own work and even, in many ways, more able to cope with life than Scottie. She was also the one to break off their engagement when they were in college (even though she wants to pick up the pieces now), and perhaps he has never gotten past the effects of that rejection. She doesn?t have any real ?issues,? and even as I watched the movie I couldn?t help but think that she is the only well-adjusted character in the movie. Unless, of course, someone wants to make the usual case for penis envy. Personally, I’m leaving Freud’s theories about women alone.

Then Madeleine enters the scene. Scottie is asked to follow her and protect her from the very beginning of the relationship, long before they ever meet face to face. Far from threatening his sexuality, Madeline gives him another chance to make up for his ?castration? experience. An important part of the job is, at first, to maintain distance between them. This makes him feel safe. The availability of this second chance to perform his task becomes more and more apparent to him as he sees how much help she needs, culminating in her throwing herself into San Francisco Bay. Here is something that Scottie can deal with, and he does. He feels that he has taken a step towards redeeming himself and regaining his virility through the rescue of this lovely, helpless young woman. And now he has undressed her and placed her in his bed. Is it any wonder that his sexuality, and even his sanity, becomes tied directly to her very existence? Or that he becomes totally enamored of her?

But she isn?t safe yet, and he isn?t fully redeemed yet, either. He must continue to protect her as the attraction grows and he becomes more obsessed with finding out what is causing her madness. Then, disaster strikes. Before he is ready to confront the act of regaining the full measure of his sexuality, she dashes ahead of him, running up the bell tower. And, yes, the tower is tall and thin and otherwise generally phallic in nature. Duh. He is unable to follow her all the way to the top and she plummets to her death. He is now totally devastated, and the slimy guy presiding over the inquest into her death (or whatever it is) certainly doesn?t help his perceptions of himself.

And so, he finds himself in an asylum, shutting the entire world out. Midge certainly can?t break through the barrier and she sees that he is still “in love” with Madeleine. It takes an indeterminate amount of time for him to slowly come out of his depression. As he slowly revisits the places where he had previously encountered Madeline, he begins to strongly manifest the classic symptoms of a phallic fixation (some symbolically, some literally). Then he meets Judy, immediately notes the resemblance, and the fixation becomes dominant. He is so obsessed and desperate to work through his repression and regain his lost virility that he treats Judy like an object, ignoring her feelings in order to ?do her up? like Madeleine.

And when he is shocked to discover that this actually is Madeleine, he firmly and instantly takes the initiative this time. He drives her out to the bell tower and roughly forces her to the top (against her will), where there is a brief but intense burst of passion between them. Then she is scared off of the pinnacle by the arrival of a nun (symbol of female chastity) and plummets to her death. He moves to the edge, now unafraid of the terrible height and not threatened by the presence of the chaste woman behind him, exhausted in every way, but satisfied as the bells toll behind him. As the movie ends he is finally able to stand triumphant high above his conquest.

Aw, crap. I’m never going to be able to watch a Hitchcock movie the same way again. That really bites . . .

The “Milk” of Orson Welles: Citizen Kane As Shakespearean Tragedy

•May 24, 2004 • 3 Comments

I believe I may have mentioned this concept before, but it bears repeating. Never let it be said that I pulled nothing useful from Shakespeare class . . . and one of the many tidbits of Shakespeare-related trivia that I had beaten into me repeatedly was a list of five things that make a classic Shakespearean tragic hero.

As I watched Citizen Kane for my second time, I couldn’t help but notice how closely he conformed to the list. I also couldn’t help but remember that Orson Welles was reading Shakespeare when he was, like, four years old or so. And he was producing Shakespeare plays in new and original ways with his troupe in the Mercury Theater as a young adult. So, I started running through the movie in my head later on and comparing it to the five characteristics on the Batts worksheet (which I went to all the trouble of climbing into the attic to retrieve from the box of textbooks and papers I didn’t expect to use this summer). The following is what I came up with.

The first element is that the character has ?noble status.? That is, that the character is ranked among the nobility. Kane, although he is born in humble surroundings, has indeed attained that status early in life. This, of course, is part of the ?American Dream.? Anyone can ?grow up to be president,? as it were. Or, in this case, anyone can grow up to be wealthy and important.

In this case, Kane?s achievement of noble status is even more traditional in nature, as he comes into that great sum of money through no personal merit or hard work of his own. Like Hamlet, Kane is thrust into his high position without really having any choice in the matter.

Second, the tragic hero will be cursed with a tragic flaw which will ultimately lead to their downfall. In looking for Kane?s tragic flaw, I was very much reminded of King Lear. Both Kane and Lear are men who desperately need to be loved, and to be shown that they are loved by tangible signs of affection, but both men are unable to show meaningful love in return. The only way they know how to return the visible signs of love are by showering their friends or lovers with material things. And the only way they can deal with a perceived lack of love is to completely shut out the person who ?didn?t love them enough.?

The third characteristic is that the downfall of the hero is not entirely deserved. There are greater forces at work, whether those forces can be attributed to the workings of Fate, or merely the machinations of a villain. While I could cite Kane?s dysfunctional childhood, resulting in his inability to love, I will leave that to one side as the cause of his tragic flaw rather than the direct cause of his downfall. The more direct cause is Kane?s relationship with Susan Alexander, and Boss Gettys?s underhanded political tactics which lead to the publicizing of the fact.

I am reminded of how Mark Antony forgets his political and military duties as a triumvir in charge of the Roman Empire while he has an affair with Cleopatra, and how he eventually ignores a marriage made for political reasons in order to be with Cleopatra. It also brings to mind Iago?s manipulation of Othello?s love for Desdemona which leads to the Moor’s downfall. (I was interested to see that Welles actually directed, produced and starred in a movie version of Othello later in his career. Yeah, we’ll be watching that this summer.)

Fourth, the tragic hero gains an increase in awareness, a sort of epiphany, before the end, realizing where they went wrong, or learning an important lesson from the situation. When Kane is throwing his temper tantrum in Susan?s room after she has left him, his gaze falls on a snow globe with a little log cabin in it which sends his memory back to where his life went wrong in the first place. Ultimately, it is obvious that this is what has been the most prevalent thought in his mind when he uttered his final word, ?Rosebud.? I?m not talking just about his ruined childhood, either. While his life wouldn?t have gone wrong in the same way if he had been able to stay and play his childhood games on his sled, I think he is remembering something else.

When he first meets Susan Alexander, he has been on his way to examine some things from his old home. Rosebud is no doubt among these things. When, instead of continuing down memory lane and coming to terms with his past in order to continue into the future, he abandons the original purpose of his errand and follows Susan back to her rooms, the seeds are sown for the ultimate disaster. Kane realizes this, and he dies knowing it.

Finally, the tragic hero always dies. Duh. Well, all right. So everyone always dies, but in the case of the tragic hero, the story or play or movie about them always ends with their death. We aren?t always shown other characters ending up dead. Now, Kane?s story begins with his death, which is certainly not the traditional way to go about things. But aside from a bit of creative work with the order in which the story is told, we still end up with a dead Kane when ?The End? flashes up on the screen. The real difference here is that Kane?s death seems to be of natural causes, while most (if not all) tragic heroes are cut down (almost always violently, often by their own hand) before their time. Kane?s tragedy is not that he died before ?his time,? but that he wasted any chance he might have had at happiness because he didn?t realize where he was wrong. In Citizen Kane it is not a life cut short, but a life badly misused that is the real tragedy.

In the end, it isn?t a perfect fit. But then, none of Shakespeare?s tragedies fully conformed to the traditional conventions either. It is possible, however, to see some very clear Shakespearean influences throughout the movie. Considering the background of the man who essentially was this movie, that is only to be expected.