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Friday, March 9, 2018

Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story (2017): Caged By Her Beauty


Hedy Lamarr was  a Hollywood icon. Stunningly good looking, the star of numerous films from the late 1930s to the early 1950s, married six times and linked to multiple affairs in and out of show business, she was also a talented inventor, whose creativity and contributions to modern technology have only been recently acknowledged. Bombshell, The Hedy Lamarr Story is not the first documentary about her life, but it may be the best for our times.

The film is being rolled out in theaters around the US over the next several weeks, opening in the San Francisco Bay Area this weekend. It will premiere on the PBS series American Masters in May. (See below for more information.)
  
Lamarr was a woman of contradictions. She famously remarked “Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid.” Of course, she also understood that being good looking helps too; and while she expressed the view that she’d rather be known for her mind than her looks, she spent her later years undergoing a series of plastic surgeries in a vain effort to preserve her beauty – eventually with regrettable results. She was notoriously private,  yet reveled in public attention and appreciation.  “To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it. After a taste of stardom, everything else is poverty,” she said. She created and patented an invention that eventually paved the way for modern communications and security systems, but after being turned down by the American military in the Second World War, never talked about it.

It seems her time has come.

Bombshell was written and directed by Alexandra Dean, an Emmy Award-winning journalist and producer, and a founder of the documentary production company Reframed Pictures, along with Academy Award-winning actor Susan Sarandon and Producer Adam Haggiag. The stated goal of Reframed Pictures is to make documentaries that “reframe the conversation around issues of gender equality, human rights, and the environment.”  Bombshell is their first.

Dean’s documentary is made up of archival footage and photos, interviews with Hedy Lamarr’s children and people who knew and admired her – people like Robert Osborne, Mel Brooks, and Diane Kruger - to give context to her life, aa well as with a few experts who put her scientific contributions into perspective. But the centerpiece of the documentary is Lamarr’s own audio commentary on her life, based on an extensive, long lost interview she gave a few years before her death, and which came to light a couple of years ago.

As cinema, the documentary itself is not particularly creative, but quite competently made: a good tale well told. And Lamarr’s life was interesting indeed.  Thematically, Bombshell is about how the prejudices of a male-centered society (and the prevailing sexist attitudes of the day) saw the beauty but ignored the brains of a brilliant young woman, whose significant contributions to science and technology were first ignored, then long unacknowledged because of her sex.

Hedwig Eva Maria Kiesler, known as Hedy, was born in 1914 in Vienna of upper-class Jewish parents. In the late 1920s, teenage Hedy went to Berlin to pursue an acting career. By age 18, she starred in the 1933 film, Ecstasy, playing a young wife married to an indifferent older man. The film became both celebrated and notorious for its explicit scenes of sexuality - showing Lamarr's face in the throes of orgasm, as well as several brief nude scenes. She later claimed she was “duped” into doing those scenes, which were shot with a telephoto lens, but the publicity didn’t hurt her career, far from it.

It helped win the admiration of her first husband, Friedrich Mandl, an Austrian military arms manufacturer and one of the richest men in Austria, whom she married that same year. Mandl was fifteen years her senior, but then, as she later noted, she preferred older men.  He liked to show off his beautiful wife and took Hedy with him to business and technical meetings where military science and technology were discussed. She paid attention. Being highly possessive, however, Mandl refused to let her pursue her acting career. Within four years, she left him and fled to Paris (along with a passel of valuable jewelry). Over the next thirty years she was to marry and divorce five more times.

In Paris, Hedy was “discovered” by the powerful movie mogul Louis B Mayer, who saw her as the next big thing, brought her to Hollywood, got her to change her surname to Lamarr, and soon thereafter began promoting her as the “world’s most beautiful woman.”  He may have been right.  Her American debut came opposite handsome Charles Boyer in the 1938 hit film Algiers. Contemporaneous accounts claimed that jaws dropped and audiences gasped when Hedy Lamarr first appeared on screen – she was so gorgeous. By 1940, she had appeared in four more films, opposite such leading men as Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy, and Robert Taylor. But Europe was at war and it seemed likely that the US would soon be involved; and thus begins the second part of the story.

While Hedy undoubtedly liked the attention she received and the money she earned as a beautiful actress, she was generally typecast as the alluring and exotic love interest, and she did not find the work particularly interesting or challenging. What she did like was tinkering and thinking about inventions.  Not long after her arrival in America, Hedy met and briefly dated Howard Hughes, who was so impressed with her self-taught scientific mind that he set her up with technical equipment and gave her access to his engineering experts. She made suggestions to Hughes for how he could design his airplanes to fly faster. On her movie sets, she had a trailer equipped with a work bench, where she would work on new ideas between takes.

As the US edged closer to war, Hedy had an idea for how to improve American torpedoes. The accuracy of torpedoes relied on a radio guidance system, with the problem that radio signals could be jammed by the enemy once their frequency was determined, causing the weapon to go off course. Using knowledge gained from her marriage to munitions manufacturer Mandl, Hedy came up with the idea that if the guidance signal could hop around between frequencies, it would be very hard to track it or jam it. Working with her friend George Anthiel, a pianist and composer, they came up with a nifty device for accomplishing this: a frequency-hopping system that the two of them patented in 1942. But when Hedy offered their invention to the US Navy, she was politely told not to worry her pretty, little head about such technical matters; if she wanted to help the war effort, she should do what other actresses were doing – go out and sell war bonds. Which is what she did. Quite successfully, I might add.

But the story doesn’t end there. Eventually, twenty years later, the Navy rediscovered Hedy’s frequency-hopping system and in the early 1960s began incorporating an updated version in their torpedoes.  Even then, it took another thirty years, but late in her life  Hedy finally received the recognition she deserved for her technological creativity. Now known as spread-spectrum technology, her idea has found new application in securing the privacy of GPS, Bluetooth and Wi-Fi signals.

Between 1938 and 1958, Hedy Lamarr appeared in twenty-five Hollywood movies, including Boom Town (1940), White Cargo (1942), Dishonored Lady (1947) and her biggest and most famous picture, Samson and Delilah (1949), opposite Victor Mature. She continued to be a celebrity, but it was all downhill from there.

Still, thanks in part to Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story, Hedy will be remembered. We hear her voice at the end of the film saying that you may give the world all you’ve got and the world may kick you in the teeth … but, do it anyway.  As Alexandra Dean notes, her story and her advice provide quite a message for the young women of the world. For all of us, actually.

89 minutes


Grade: B+     Interesting story, well told

Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story is being rolled out to select theaters around the US throughout March and April 2018. In the SF Bay Area, it opens on March 9, 2018 at the Landmark Clay Theater in San Francisco, the Landmark Shattuck in Berkeley and the Smith Rafael Film Center in San Rafael. Check HERE for the location and date of the film’s release in your area.  

The film also will be broadcast as part of the PBS American Masters series beginning May 18, 2018.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

A Thousand Junkies (2017): Waitin’ for the Man


“A ‘drug’ movie with no drugs, and a ‘road’ movie that goes nowhere,” is the tagline for the small, wonderful indie film A Thousand Junkies (2017), one of my favorite pictures from last year's Tribeca Film Festival. That clever and well-chosen catchphrase aptly sums up the plot, such as it is.  A Thousand Junkies describes the day-in-the-life misadventures of three engagingly hapless guys in L.A., down on their luck, just trying to score enough heroin to get through another day.

Why would you want to see a movie about some junkies? Well, for one thing this movie is surprisingly, wryly funny. Not that it treats addiction lightly. The main characters, Tommy (writer/director Tommy Swerdlow), TJ (cowriter T.J. Bowen) and Blake (Blake Heron) are all pitiable characters; yet each in his way has a certain appeal. Theirs is a partnership of necessity, and still there’s a lovely camaraderie there. Through their frequently (and unintentionally) amusing banter and a series of well placed flashbacks, we get to know each of these guys a bit, their history of addiction, rehab, and relapse, their failed relationships and burned bridges, how heroin has taken them over.    

After they miss a connection with their dealer (his wife is going into labor) and as one prospective lead after the other falls through, Tommy’s beat-up heap of a car breaks down, their last pooled dollars are frittered, they feel more and more “unwell” and desperation grows. 

Other netherworld characters come and go, most memorably the off-kilter Russian, Igor (Denarte de Freitas); hopelessly hopeful schemes are attempted – to borrow or steal money (again) from one’s Mom, another’s girlfriend, even from Tommy’s young daughter – yet the dope remains just out of reach. At one point, Tommy tries to hit up his old friend, the actor Bill Pullman, who feels obliged to apply the remedial doctrine of the “hard no.” Addiction turns out to be hard work.

The world of A Thousand Junkies is poignantly pathetic. One commentator labelled it ‘Three men in a (sinking) boat’.  But the movie never swerves into gloominess. Rather it’s funny and sad, touching and insightful, endearing and likeable. The cinematography is supportive and features scenes in a Los Angeles generally unseen by the Hollywood crowd, the tinsel-town sightseers or even most middle-class L.A. residents.  The soundtrack, mostly guitar, by Benji Lysaght is moody and appropriate.

A Thousand Junkies was well received at Tribeca, and won the Jury Prize as best picture at the Alameda International Film Festival, where I saw it a second time with several friends and family members. Everyone I talked to liked it a lot.  

Swerdlow, Bowen and Heron were all ex-junkies when they made this movie. In fact, they got to know each other through AA and other rehab programs. So they know the scene and the roles they portray from personal experience. It shows: there is truth and understanding in each of their characters.

Tommy Swerdlow is best known as a screenwriter, particularly for the surprise hit movie Cool Runnings back in 1993, but also Snow Dogs (2002) and others. He was also an actor in a number of movies in the 1980s, among them Howard the Duck (1986) and Spaceballs (1987). A Thousand Junkies is the first feature film he has directed, yet he has a sure hand and, although the characters may be stuck, the film moves right along. 

As far as I can tell this is T.J. Bowen’s first film as writer or actor (you can’t tell, though – he seems completely natural). Blake Heron is an actor who first came to prominence as a teenager starring in Shiloh (1996), and is also known for We Were Soldiers (2002), as well as other films and TV roles. Although he had been clean for some time prior to making A Thousand Junkies, he died of a drug overdose in September 2017, age 35. So it goes. Needless to say, his unfortunate death adds yet another layer of meaning to this movie.

85 minutes

Grade: A -    
Recommended

Available streaming on Amazon Video, Google Play, Vudu, iTunes and other streaming services; but as of this writing, not on Netflix.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Faces Places (2017): Art+Life = Wonderful!

Have you ever found yourself smiling, just from the pleasure of watching a beautiful (or sweet or charming) movie? Not in retrospect; I mean while you are watching it?  That was my experience a couple nights ago, as I watched Faces Places, the Oscar nominated documentary. Nor am I talking about a brief smile of recognition or reaction to a witty remark, a pratfall or a cute moment. I was smiling from the charming opening credits through roughly the first hour or more of this 89-minute picture. Something similar has happened for me with a few other movies in the past, but it’s quite a rare (and wonderful) thing.

It’s even more unusual to have such a reaction to a so-called documentary. But then Faces Places [a.k.a. Visages Villages] is not the usual journalistic sort of documentary. It’s made by two photographer/filmmakers, Agnes Varda and JR, about a little art project they concocted and conducted in 2016, and it’s as much a joint visual diary or memoir of their experience as it is a documentary of the art they created and the people they met along the way. Call it a road-picture.

Agnes Varda is the better known of the two. A towering figure in French, no – make that world cinema, Varda is sometimes referred to as the mother of the nouvelle vague (i.e. French new wave); in fact, her first works preceded the directorial debuts of Truffaut and Godard by several years; she is also one of the few women film makers in that movement, responsible for many highly regarded movies, both narrative and documentary, among them Cleo from 5 to 7 [Cleo de 5 a 7] (1962), Vagabond [Sans toit ni loi] (1985), The Beaches of Agnes [Les plages d’Agnès](2008). I confess that I have seen none of these, to my shame, but I intend to remedy that. My lack of previous exposure mattered not a whit with respect to my enjoyment of Faces Places.

JR is the pseudonym of a French artist/photographer/activist known for creating large blown-up images, frequently of ordinary folks, and pasting them in public places – walls of buildings, streets, industrial sites, whatever seems apt to him – often to draw attention to an issue or cause. In the US, he may be most famous for works displayed at the US-Mexican border such as the 70-foot-tall installation from September 2017 shown (below left), or Elmar, the 140-foot-long photo of a recent US immigrant, which he pasted onto the street at Flatiron Plaza in New York three years ago (below right).

 












Varda will be 90 in May; JR will be 35 in a few weeks. While they joke about their wide age difference, there is a clear and growing sense of simpatico between the two of them – one of the many charming aspects of Faces Places. In a conversation between these two seemingly disparate artists they discussed what led to the project that became this film.

Varda: It seemed clear that your habit of pasting big pictures of people up on walls, empowering them through size, and my habit of listening to them and spotlighting what they say, would lead to something.
JR: And we wanted to hit the road together. Neither Agnes or I had ever codirected a film before. … Agnes wanted to get me out of cities.
Varda:  That’s right, because you’re truly an urban artist. And I love the country. We quickly hit on the idea of villages. That’s where we’d meet people and that’s what happened. We took off in JR’s incredible photo truck. The truck’s the actor in the film, always putting on a show. … At any rate, we had fun driving around rural France in that truck. Going here and there. … As always in documentaries – and I’ve done lots of them – you have an idea; but before long chance enters into play – who you meet and who you know – and suddenly things congeal to focus on a specific person or place. Actually, we embrace chance, we enlisted it as an assistant!
JR:  We engage life too, since the film’s also the story of our encounter. We got to know each other through … the amusing experience of working as a duo. I’m learning to understand Agnès a little better, what she sees and how she sees it, and she’s also trying to understand my process.

OK, so I think you get the idea. They visit a former coal-mining town, farm villages, a little industrial town, the shipping city of Le Havre, detour to Paris, meet with a retired postman, a cafe waitress, goat farmers, dockworkers and their wives, factory workers, miners and others. In the coal mining town, they find a long row of miners’ brick homes, slated for demolition, all abandoned - save one in which resides an older woman who refuses to leave the only home she has ever known, like old Carl Fredericksen in the Pixar film Up (2009).

She and all the other interviewees (and photo subjects) in the film are treated with dignity, curiosity, empathy, warmth and grace.  All of the proceedings are conducted with a wonderful combination of enthusiasm, lightheartedness and creativity. The posting of the giant pictures on village buildings, water towers, and other available surfaces monumentalizes not so much the specific individuals, as individualism and a celebration of everyman. It’s not all triumph of the human spirit stuff – there are goats and fish too.

It’s hard to describe in words the sensations and emotions all of this evokes - you really have to see it - but “sweet”, “fascinating”, “heartwarming”, and “aesthetically thrilling” are a few that come to mind.  

Things get more personal along the way – the goats lead Varda to recall a photo of a dead goat on a beach she took in the 1950s, early in her career, leading to reminiscences about a friend, who used to model for her around that time, now deceased. One of her photos of him is blown-up and pasted onto an old German bunker fallen onto a beach near Normandy, now a giant cock-eyed monolith. The result is actually very beautiful, also an emotional experience for Varda, and by extension touching for us. Adding to this is the ephemeral nature of much of JRs public art: it’s washed away at the next high tide.

The famous and famously reclusive Jean-Luc Godard, with whom Varda and her (also famous) husband Jacques Demy had been pals, gets into the act near the end of Faces Places, in a fashion that poignantly brings the two director-stars of this adventure closer together – a fine ending to an exquisite film.

89 minutes       MPAA rating: PG (but of doubtful interest to young children)

Grade A+


Faces Places, initially released in the US in October 2017, has been re-released this week in a few select theaters with more coming online, I believe, in coming weeks. Check for a theater in your area HERE.  (Currently scheduled for dvd release on or about March 8).