Wednesday, June 22, 2011

consider MIDNIGHT COWBOY

consider 1969. that year saw the release of the following familiar titles: BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID, EASY RIDER, THE WILD BUNCH, TRUE GRIT, FELLINI SATYRICON, Z, and MIDNIGHT COWBOY. John Schlesinger directed Waldo Salt's screenplay of James Leo Herlihy's novel, which stars dually Oscar nominated Jon Voight and Dustin Hoffman. The film won Oscars for Best Adapted Screenplay, Best Director, and Best Picture, despite its X rating. 

Jon Voight plays the aptly named Joe Buck, a true-to-life Texan who is never without his cowboy hat and shiny, slick boots. he is introduced as a civilian of a small town who works a dead-end job in a restaurant and wants out. his plan? move to New York City and sell himself to women; he is proud to proclaim his aspirations of being a hustler. but why does he want to get out of this town before audiences are even properly introduced to it? through sporadic, non-linear editing techniques, audiences learn that Joe Buck is haunted by something in his past. he needs to get away.

Joe Buck stands out remarkably well in the NYC mass. he tries to converse with many women on the sidewalk, but is quick to learn that they easily ignore him. when he finally lands a client, she is baffled to discover that he is a male prostitute and begins to cry when he asks for his compensation; he gives her money for a taxi after the affair. 

enter Ratso Rizzo, played by Dustin Hoffman in his best performance. Rizzo is a con man cripple who is eager to speak his mind: "I'M WALKIN' HERE!! I'M WALKIN' HERE!!!" as the film progresses, Rizzo becomes Joe's only friend; Rizzo offers Joe a cot in his apartment in an abandoned building and they begin to work together. quite the odd couple.

the following sexual encounters experienced by Joe Buck are seemingly extreme for him. he offers his services to a young man in a movie theater for 20 dollars that he does not receive, embarrassingly shies away from a female client who questions his sexual orientation before engaging in rough sex involving scrabble pieces, and nearly kills an older man with his fists because the man backs out of their deal and doesn't want to pay. by this point in the film, audiences have learned through a black & white montage that Joe Buck and his ex-girlfriend had been raped by a Texan gang. throughout the film, Joe's ex-girlfriend can be heard proclaiming that Joe is "the best." this is what haunts him.

the following dialogue exchange is crucial in summarizing the relationships within the film:

Ratso: I gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here. Miami Beach, that's where you could score. Anybody can score there, even you. In New York, no rich lady with any class at all buys that cowboy crap anymore. They're laughin' at you on the street. 
Joe: Ain't nobody laughin' at me on the street. 
Ratso: Behind your back, I've seen 'em laughin' at you, fella. 
Joe: Aw, what the hell you know about women anyway? When's the last time you scored, boy? 
Ratso: That's a matter I only talk about at confession. We're not talkin' about me now. 
Joe: And when's the last time you've been to confession? 
Ratso: It's between me and my confessor. And I'll tell ya another thing. Frankly, you're beginning to smell. And for a stud in New York, that's a handicap. 
Joe: Well, don't talk to me about clean. I ain't never seen you change your underwear once the whole time I've been here in New York. And that's pretty peculiar behavior. 
Ratso: I don't have to do that kind of thing in public. I ain't got no need to expose myself. 
Joe: [cruelly] No, I bet you don't. I bet you ain't never even been laid! How about that? And you're gonna tell me what appeals to women! 
Ratso: I know enough to know that that great big, dumb cowboy crap of yours don't appeal to nobody except every jockey on 42nd Street. That's faggot stuff! You wanna call it by its name? That's strictly for fags! 
Joe: John Wayne! You wanna tell me he's a fag? 
[after a long pause
Joe: I like the way I look. It makes me feel good. It does. And women like me, god-dammit. Hell, only one thing I've ever been good for is lovin'. Women go crazy for me. That's a really true fact. Ratso, hell, Crazy Annie, they had to send her away. 
Ratso: Then how come you ain't scored once, the whole time you've been in New York? 
Joe: 'Cause, 'cause I need management, god-dammit. 'Cause you stole twenty dollars offa me. That's why you're gonna stop crappin' around about Florida. And, and get your skinny butt movin.' And earn twenty dollars worth of management which you owe me. 

MIDNIGHT COWBOY is a film that concerns itself with identity. identity within society. sexual identity. spiritual identity. Joe Buck strives to find his identity throughout the course of the film, even though he thinks he has it all figured out, while crossing boundaries from one extreme to another (moving from a small Texan town to NYC, selling himself to women and men). in the final moments of the film, when the dynamic duo enters Florida, it seems that Joe finally finds himself. or so we thought.

"well, if it's free, then i ain't stealin'."

"the two basic items necessary to sustain life are sunshine and coconut milk.
did ya know that?"

welcome to Florida

Monday, June 20, 2011

consider the whale

i have been reading MOBY-DICK lately. things to consider: Herman Melville loves his metaphors. Ishmael probably isn't real. Ahab is a motherfucker. "Aye, Starbuck; aye, my hearties all around; it was Moby-Dick that dismasted me; Moby-Dick that brought me to this dead stump I stand on now. Aye, aye! Aye, aye! it was that accursed white whale that razed me; made a poor pegging lubber of me fore ever and a day! Aye, aye! And I'll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I give him up. And this is what ye have shipped for, men! to chase that white whale on both sides of the land, and over all sides of the earth, till he spouts black blood and rolls fin out. What say ye, men, will ye splice hands on it, now? I think ye do look brave." that quote is proof that Ahab is a motherfucker.

in a peculiar chapter titled CISTERN AND BUCKETS, Tashtego falls into a decapitated sperm whale head hanging on the side of the ship, the Pequod. this head is 20-30 feet in length. "Poor Tashtego-like the twin reciprocating bucket in a veritable well, dropped head-foremost down into the great Tun of Heidelburgh, and with a horrible oily gurgling, went clean out of sight!" Daggoo steps into a bucket and is quickly lifted by way of a pulley-system from the deck to the top of the whale's head. he grabs onto one of the two cables holding the whale in place. one of the cables snaps; then the whale's head falls into the ocean. Queequeg, the harpooner badass that he is, dives after the whale head and, with sword in hand, cuts gills into its side. he reaches into the whale and pulls Tashtego out by his head. Ishmael pauses to take the time to consider the concept of being buried alive inside of a decapitated whale head that sinks to the ocean floor. what do you make of this insanity? a dead sperm whale pulsating because a man is trapped inside and trying to get out.

above: mr. melville

above: consider the tail

above: great white leviathan

above: hearts alive

consider a garden of light


a song in which i may forever return to. this is metal done right.

music and lyrics by ISIS


I fell asleep in a world dressed in grey
Only to awake in a garden divine
There was song and dance and untarnished flesh
A feast for the body and eyes
It was you who brought me here
Yours, whose face greeted me, in the garden of light
You are the face of God
You are my breath
My life, my death

consider film international

film is a fantastic visual medium of interpretations of perspectives of reality from various points of view. i acquired a bachelor's degree in film at the university of north carolina wilmington in 2010. so what have i been doing with it? not a whole lot. but, i have written a few film reviews for the wonderful folks at FILM INTERNATIONAL, a daily updated website and bimonthly printed magazine dedicated to the global examination of said medium. check it out here at http://filmint.nu/. it features lots of legit, scholarly, in-depth stuff that blows my mind. in the future i will post links on this blog of various analytical essays i find particularly fascinating. for now, i have provided links to my online publications for you to consider...

127 HOURS

INLAND EMPIRE

THERE WILL BE BLOOD

YOJIMBO

consider interpretations of things i see by way of 35mm