Saturday, April 24, 2021

Phantom Thread

4/23/21

I like the rhythm of his movies. I like how he uses music to create motion. I remember this in Boogie Nights, Magnolia, There Will Be Blood, The Master and this one. The music and cinematography create such a current that when he cuts to stillness one can feel the electric buildup. He seems effective with this -- alternating current and capacitance. It makes these movies exciting and engaging despite subject matter you weren't sure you could get excited about. I was engaged throughout Phantom Thread, and while I feel fortunate I could sympathize with these characters, I don't think that entirely accounts for my investment. I think he creates rhythms I like. I'm also obviously partial to anything Radiohead-related, so that relationship has proven fortuitous for me. Indeed I was enjoying this movie before I was sympathizing with the characters and before I knew why I was enjoying it, dry as it appeared. I like his style and I like his motion, and I like his static tension. Of course these themes have morphed over the years: the style and motion and static tension I like about Phantom Thread look very different from the same I liked about Boogie Nights. There's been a general subduing over time, Phantom Thread being the most subdued. In Boogie Nights the style was disco, the motion was one long twirling take around the club, and the static tension was... hmm, I don't remember, maybe wholesome Buck covered in blood considering theft? Even as I recall it seems too on-the-nose to represent what I'm saying, but that's also what I'm saying. There were a few moments Boogie Nights shattered the edifice in the most obviously shattering ways. I always thought it worked, but after climaxing in Magnolia, he probably had no choice but to get more oblique. You can't get much more direct than Tom Cruise repeating "respect the cock; tame the cunt!" I guess my identity search hadn't gotten very subtle yet in high school (see Magnolia and Synecdoche NY). Then I slowed my moviegoing and thus haven't advanced much since. But I was overjoyed to see Kaufman at his most subdued in I'm Thinking of Ending Things, and I'm glad PTA is still exploring subtlety without giving up on what made his movies exciting for me all along. I'm not calling Phantom Thread subtle necessarily, but he's come a long way.

Yes, I did sympathize with the characters. Sometimes my role in my relationship is Reynolds', and I can appreciate Alma's sole questionable act as Reynolds did. As with most PTA and Kaufman movies I'm sympathizing with characters I don't necessarily like, though I may like these two more than most. Alma is mostly agreeable, though not completely; if she were completely agreeable, I wouldn't sympathize with Reynolds, so it works. She seems to have found the extreme means to master an extreme man. It's so effective you may respect her without questioning her sanity. That is kind of an awesome conclusion to the narrative. She apparently figured things out. I'm not sure I would have him swallow though, if I wrote it, after she revealed her purpose. It's almost unrealistically masochist, or if that word doesn't work, he's almost unrealistically bystander to his own agony. But I like it -- it sort of redeemed Alma for me, ironically, as she was becoming insufferably incompetent at dealing with him. I do recognize my terrible kinship with him, that I would reduce my opinion of her for having trouble dealing with him. He's a whole horse's arse. More specifically he's a horse's arsehole. But she was denying reality for a while, like when she prepared the surprise evening. It sort of broke my heart, but frustrated me as well. It felt too familiar. She should have known what Cyril and I knew entering that event: this isn't good. She knew, but didn't really know. Then again, her justification is admirable: this is the way she wants to love, and if it doesn't work, the failed attempt is preferable to constant suppression. At worst, she's miserable and learns a lesson, and at best, assuming she's punished, she doesn't care because this is her expression. Unfortunately come dinnertime she is miserable and is punished and does care. But she also learns the lesson.

Up to and possibly including the end of the movie, it seems clear she's with the wrong person, though I'm not sure there's a right person for her. Same goes for him, although it's even more far-fetched to imagine a right person for him. If the movie ever forgives him, it's due to his pain over his mother, and how any woman coming between him and his work seems to be in his mind coming between him and his mother. I understand associating solitary focus with something far more precious, and punishing unduly any hindrance. It's hard to be with someone, with such a habit, and it's hard to be with someone with such a habit. It's one of the most righteous ways of being a horse's arse. For better or worse I understand it.

Upon reflection I may like these characters more than I thought. Toward the end, his hallucination redeems him, and her manipulation (I don't think it's proxy Munchausen) redeems her. I may need to watch this again and validate my affections.

Recollections of Jane Eyre when they talk by firelight... recollections of Anomalisa when he says he's been searching for her but then she eats loudly.

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Citizen Kane

4/13/21

I expected broader scope from the unanimous greatest film ever made. I haven't seen Gone with the Wind, for example, but I guess it's much longer and more epic, spanning more history and sweeping more emotions. Citizen Kane seems to be a character study, and though the character may represent some fundamental of human nature, culture, and history, therefore making the film a study of said fundamental, it feels more intimate than grand, which I think is typically a bane to GOAT-qualifying. Maybe not everyone agrees. The fictions that have struck me as greatest throughout my life include: Synecdoche NY, Magnolia, Lord of the Rings, 2001. Lately I loved Les Mis. I think I'm a sucker for grandeur, which I think gets me through stuff like superhero movies. I love the larger-than-life power of Superman and Gandalf. I think everyone's a sucker for grandeur, but maybe I especially? Even Synecdoche, which definitely orbits one character as Citizen Kane does, seems comparatively transcendent. Maybe I think Caden represents more of the soul than Kane does, or at least more of my soul. I guess part of the problem is Citizen Kane didn't stir emotion, which may reflect my temporal distance from the source. It's hard to call something the greatest that never stirred emotion, when greatness typically stirs great emotion. It seems greatness should be affecting, and the greatest should be exquisite. Citizen Kane did not force the word "greatest" into my head, unlike (trying to think of an analogy) someone watching Michael Jordan's run in the 90s? I'm sure much literature exists on the topic, and more since Brady's last Super Bowl. I'd expect a train of intuition like "wow, that was the broadest x deepest x richest display of this genre of human achievement I've ever witnessed" and a complementary flood of wonder. Citizen Kane did feel like a great movie, without the flood of wonder. Again, the temporal distance wouldn't help. Maybe in 1941 the sweep of one man's life felt as awesome as today's interstellar odyssey. Maybe the film struck and challenged the zeitgeist like Bob Dylan in the 60s (I recently read a celebration of Dylan and Welles as the century's two artistic geniuses). It must have felt something tremendous at the time. For me, it was just a matter of interest, of study -- not relevance, not pathos.

How universal is Kane? His circumstances and consequences are singular. Maybe Rosebud is the keyword to his relatability: it points to the time his life was normal, and its persistence anchors him in relatable experience. Singular circumstances breed singular consequences, but Rosebud reveals the universal nature governing the process. One might imagine the Rosebud of a serial killer recalling the distant time he was a normal boy no less than the richest man on earth recalling the same. But revealing Kane's universality at the end just engages the intellect, while persuading our empathies throughout the film of his universality would have engaged the soul. It's hard to venerate that which only entertains the intellect. Citizen Kane bore little weight on me, excellent as it seemed. I believed he was relatable by the end, but I didn't feel empathy's love, despite our kindred egotisms. I also didn't feel awesome love, which can compensate for empathetic love, as in my love for Gandalf. Kane excited neither. Just interest, and respect.

It's such a film. It feels more like a class in film techniques that is also a great film than the greatest film. It's not emotional enough.

After just reading Citizen Kane's entire Wikipedia page, I still don't understand its superlative position, just its general superiority. It's really hard to say "greatest" in something like art, so if everyone is saying it, one would expect an undeniable instinct to accompany the experience. I didn't get that at all. Interestingly, Wikipedia attempts some genealogy of the film's reputation, which may be the key here: not the film itself, but its reputation's genealogy. There's some dynamics to reputation that can be talked about independent of the reputation's object. By whatever means, Citizen Kane lodged itself on top; rather, people having nothing to do with the creation of Citizen Kane intentionally or unintentionally lodged it on top. It seems Citizen Kane has become the greatest film of all time by being a great film and looking good in the high seat. Some things look good in the high seat. Other things seem to deserve the high seat but don't look good there -- unless function follows form. I'm not sure Citizen Kane looks especially good up there to me, but it does look something like a quintessential American movie.