Showing posts with label Tony Scott. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tony Scott. Show all posts

Monday, 31 October 2022

Days of Thunder

Days of Thunder [Tony Scott, 1990]:

What works is the action. The blur of color and movement as cars jockey for position, the thrum of engines, the sound of tires screeching. It’s in the thrill of the race - the rush of noise and movement - that the film springs to life, proving a technical tour de force for director Tony Scott and his crew. What doesn’t work is everything else. The dull protagonist, the unconvincing romance, the generic rivalries turned into friendships.

As screenwriter, Robert Towne can’t decide if he wants the film to be a straight rags-to-riches racing drama, a knockabout study on male ego and the rivalries between men, a sombre medical drama in which characters overcome trauma, a redemption story for a character haunted by past mistakes, or a generic love story ripped from the cheapest of daytime soap opera. 

The screenplay sets all these different elements against one another in the most predictable way possible, and rather than develop them into a coherent narrative or character study, merely watches them go around a few laps, like these cars on a race track. It feels like a succession of scenes that were written the night before the shoot and survived the final cut due to the insistence of Paramount’s publicity department. By no means terrible, but definitely a film in conflict with itself.

Saturday, 29 October 2022

Beverly Hills Cop II

Beverly Hills Cop II [Tony Scott, 1987]:

From the first scene, the tonal and aesthetic contrast between this film and its 1984 predecessor, is striking. The first Beverly Hills cop began with an upbeat pop song, which established a knockabout tone of mainstream entertainment, while also providing an ironic counterpoint to the film's opening montage of Detroit and its areas of economic adversity. From here, director Martin Brest launched into an introductory sequence that defined the film's effortless combination of action and character-comedy. It was a sequence that told us everything we needed to know about the central character, Eddie Murphy's fast-talking detective Axel Foley, while in turn setting up the clash of cultures between this blue collar professional and the world of greed, affluence and criminality that the titular location comes to represent.



Rather than begin with a similar scene of comic action, this sequel, directed by the unsung Tony Scott, begins with a percussive soundtrack over color-tinted images of downtown Beverly Hills, before launching unexpectedly into a violent jewelry robbery. The imagery, which was unfussy and presentational in Brest's film, is now heavily backlit, with deep shadows and a careful approach to composition. The cuts are short but match the rhythm of the music. The art direction and costume design stress style, glamour and decadence over functionality. It's a sequence of remarkable filmmaking ingenuity and proof of Scott's total command of the filmmaking elements. It's just unfortunate that such intelligent stylizations are often wasted here on a weak and derivative script.



The problems with Beverly Hills Cop II are manifest. On one side we have Scott directing a high-art heist movie that recalls the works of the “cinema du look” [where he applies the same incredible audio-visual aesthetics of his earlier film, The Hunger (1983), to a proper action movie], while on the opposite side we have a derivative sequel to Beverly Hills Cop almost intruding on this other, more interesting narrative. The script for the latter seems barely there and exists as a loose template for Murphy to improvise around. The same scenes and scenarios from the first film reoccur, giving this film an over-familiar quality. But everything about this new installment has been beefed-up and dumbed-down, resulting in a Beverly Hills Cop film that tries to play to the same audiences as Commando (1985) and Rambo: First Blood Part II (1985). A not uneasy mix of elements.

Monday, 10 August 2020

Categorizing the Directorial Debut


A Question of Language

Recently, I stumbled across a post on another blog site in which the author was discussing the film Shallow Grave (1994); the first collaboration between director Danny Boyle, screenwriter John Hodge and producer Andrew McDonald; the team behind later works like Trainspotting (1996), The Beach (2000) and T2: Trainspotting (2017). There, the writer introduced Shallow Grave as "Boyle's 1994 debut film."

This struck me as somewhat peculiar, as even a cursory glance at Boyle's listing on the IMDb sees him credited with directing no less than eight films prior to the release of Shallow Grave, each running 50-minutes to an hour in length, as well as two feature-length episodes of the television detective series "Inspector Morse" (which, at 1 hour 44 minutes each, both run longer than Shallow Grave and even Trainspotting), and a four-hour long miniseries, Mr. Wroe's Virgins (1993), starring Jonathan Pryce, Kathy Burke and Minnie Driver, which was nominated for several BAFTA awards. How then would Shallow Grave, in any strict sense of the term, qualify as Boyle's debut film?


Shallow Grave [Danny Boyle, 1994]:

The review in question goes on to argue that Boyle "came straight out of the starting gate a success." I guess it's always helpful when crafting that perfect debut to have already directed actual films with professional actors and technicians for a seven-year period.

Boyle's actual debut as director came as early as 1987, with the made for television film The Venus de Milo Instead. Written by the Northern Irish screenwriter Anne Devlin, who would go on to adapt the 1992 version of Wuthering Heights, starring Ralph Fiennes and Juliette Binoche, as well as adapting later films, Titanic Town (1998) for director Roger Michell, and Vigo: A Passion for Life (also 1998) for Julian Temple. The Venus de Milo Instead stars Irish character actor Lorcan Cranitch, who would later become a fixture on TV drama serials like "The Bill", "Cracker" and "Rome", and it runs for a total of 60 minutes, only 28 minutes shorter than Shallow Grave.

After this, Boyle would direct Scout (1987), written by Frank McGuiness and starring Ray McAnally and Stephen Rea, The Nightwatch (1989) written by Ray Brennan, and Monkeys (also 1989), based on the book 'The DeLorean Tapes' by Ivan Fallon. Like his mentor, the British filmmaker Alan Clarke, whose famous non-narrative film, Elephant (1989), about the Troubles in Northern Ireland, was produced by Boyle, the director would go on to contribute to the drama anthology series "Screenplay", directing the films The Hen House (1989), again scripted by McGuiness and starring Sinéad Cusack, Arise and Go Now (1991), written by the Irish actor Owen O'Neill, and finally Not Even God (1993), written by the Nigerian playwright, novelist and filmmaker Biyi Bandele. With this in mind, how do we arrive at a point where Shallow Grave could possibly be considered Boyle's "debut film?"


The Hen House [Danny Boyle, 1989]:

It's possible that when the author of the blog in question said "debut film" they really meant cinema debut, which would be fair. Boyle's earlier work was produced for television, but directors as varied and esteemed as Spike Lee, Ingmar Bergman, Michael Haneke, Werner Herzog, David Lynch and others, have all produced works that are technically "TV movies" or movies that clock in under the accepted 90 minutes, and yet they remain very much a part of their directorial "canon." No one would discount the validity of long-form, produced for television works like "Berlin Alexanderplatz" (1980), "Dekalog" (1989), "The Kingdom" (1994) or "Top of the Lake" (2013) from the career retrospectives of Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Krzysztof Kieślowski, Lars von Trier and Jane Campion respectively, so why draw the line here?

We've seen similar instances of this in the past. Often, it's the dismissal of any work that clocks in at under 70 minutes in duration as somewhat inferior or invalid to films that run over 90 minutes in length. Case in point, The Hunger (1983) is often categorized as the directorial debut of Tony Scott. Scott had directed three films prior to this; One of the Missing (1969), which runs 25 minutes, Loving Memory (1970), which runs 52 minutes and is one of the director's best and most interesting works, and The Author of Beltraffio (1974), which also runs 52 minutes. Early films by Peter Watkins, such as The War Game (1966), or Ken Russell, such as Elgar (1962), have similar running times to these early films by Scott, but while their works are considered canon, Scott's are seen as little more than rough drafts or practice work before his more commercial films produced in Hollywood.


Loving Memory [Tony Scott, 1970]:


The Hunger [Tony Scott, 1983]:

In most cases, short films are rarely discussed in the context of certain filmmakers. Often, they're seen as surplus to their feature-length work, rather than a continuation of it. Similarly, when we talk about the work of directors, we tend to discount discussions around music videos, corporate films and TV commercials, as if these works are somehow separate entities from their feature-length endeavors.

In talking about a director like David Fincher for instance, many would say he made his directorial debut with Alien 3 (1993). But Fincher had been directing high-profile music videos and TV commercials since the early 1980s, all of which required a level of ability and technical comprehension for which he would've been paid generously. They weren't made for practice, they were genuine assignments, no different in their intentions than the aforementioned Alien 3. IMDb lists Fincher's first directing credit as a 1984 music video for Rick Springfield titled "Bop 'Til You Drop." Barring any unknown student films, corporate videos or TV commercials, "Bop 'Til You Drop" is technically Fincher's directorial debut and as such deserves to be included in any discussions relating to his life and work.


Rick Springfield: Bop 'Til You Drop [David Fincher, 1984]:

Bop 'Til You Drop is already characteristic of Fincher's work from an auteurist perspective, as he takes the implication of the title and envisions it as a joyless dystopia in which enslaved masses are forced to work themselves to death for a race of alien overlords. Already we can recognise the designer misery of works like Seven (1995), Fight Club (1999) and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011).


American Cancer Society - Smoking Fetus [David Fincher, 1984]:

Fincher's other big credit for 1984 was this 30 second commercial for the American Cancer Society. Since I'm not sure which he made first, it's possible that this represents his first known directorial credit and is once again a work of critical/auteurist interest in the context of Fincher's career.

While it may be a pedantic line of argument on my part, a directorial debut should, presumably, be the first time a person took on the role of director, in any capacity. For instance, in discussing the work of the English director Sam Mendes, it would be fair to call American Beauty (1999) his "debut film for cinema", but it's not, by any stretch of the imagination, his directorial debut. Mendes had been directing theatre for a decade prior to American Beauty, including a successful production of "Cabaret", which was broadcast on television in 1993, a new production of Lionel Bart's "Oliver!" produced by Cameron Mackintosh, and a production of David Hare's 1998 play "The Blue Room", starring the Hollywood actor Nicole Kidman in the lead. To call American Beauty a directorial debut considering such credentials is not only factually incorrect, it's genuinely absurd.


Cabaret [Sam Mendes, 1993]:

When does a filmed play become an actual film? Surely once something is recorded, with framed shots and cutting for emphasis, the theatrical becomes the cinematic? What makes Cabaret less valid than concert films like The Last Waltz (1978) by Martin Scorsese, or Stop Making Sense (1984) by Jonathan Demme?

At a time when the future of cinema is in jeopardy post-Covid-19, when high-profile films are going straight to streaming platforms like Netflix and Disney+, and when the discussion around visual media is moving further away from standalone feature films to focus on long-form series like "Fleabag" (2016), "Killing Eve" (2018) and "Normal People" (2020), there's no need to diminish or erase the existence of Boyle's early television films as somehow being separate to his later works, such as Shallow Grave or 28 Days Later (2002), just as there's no reason to separate the music videos of directors like David Fincher, or the TV commercials of Jonathan Glazer, from their no less corporate or commercial work in the cinema.

In a post-content world, in which an epic like The Irishman (2019) can be streamed back-to-back with an entire season of "Game of Thrones", a TikTok video or live music clips on YouTube, or where acclaimed filmmakers like the aforementioned Spike Lee, Woody Allen and Ava DuVernay make long-form serials that can only be seen on Netflix or Amazon, the notion of clinging to the "cinema debut" or the "feature-length debut" as something significant or qualitative in nature, seems positively archaic. Whether a work is short or long, made for television or released to cinemas, streamed online, or sold as physical media, it's all just content. A film is a film, regardless of the unnecessary qualifications that have been forced upon us.

Schalcken the Painter (1979)

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