Rebecca

Hm:

At Selznick’s insistence, the film faithfully adapts the plot of du Maurier’s novel Rebecca.

I just googled because I was wondering why it’s oddly slow-paced (for a Hitch movie).

*Hssszzz*

It’s picking up now.

Ah:

Selznick relished the post-production process; he personally edited the footage, laid in Franz Waxman’s score

I thought the music was really overbearing for a Hitchcock movie.

There’s a bunch of striking scenes here, but it’s like… at least… half an hour too long — scenes where nothing of interest is happening.

Are those the scenes that Selznick re-shot?

Hitchcock edited the film “in camera” (shooting only what he wanted to see in the final film) to restrict the producer’s power to re-edit the picture.[3] But Selznick relished the post-production process; he personally edited the footage, laid in Franz Waxman’s score, and supervised retakes and extensive re-recording of the dialogue of Sanders, Bates and Fontaine. Rewrites and reshooting were called for after a rough cut was previewed on December 26, 1939.

Such beach cottage.

So much moustache.

Rebecca. Alfred Hitchcock. 1940. ⚂

This post is part of the Queer Cinema blog series.

Primary Colors

I’m fed up with choosing movie myself, so I thought I’d find somebody else to do it for me. So I chose… Queerty!

So now I’m gonna watch all the movies they talk about for, like, a year. Streaming! It’s a concept!

Let’s see how that goes… I’m already pretty annoyed by the Apple TV.

Is that really John Travolta!? He’s s Clinton; he’s perfect.

Wow! Emma Thompson’s attempt at speaking American is horrifying!

Mike Nichols is not my favourite director. He’s so… normal. I’m guessing he’s got twenty five Oscars?

… No! Just one!

I sit corrected.

This is so corny.

I mean, I get the charm of movies like this… giving you a view into “how it really is”. (This is about Bill Clinton’s presidential campaign.) It’s well made — it’s very 70s, but with people’s faces powdered instead of shiny (the latter is, of course, the foremost marker of 70s cinema).

It’s all about matte vs shiny.

It’s very neutral. I mean, as a movie — the cinematography and the performances.

Now things got more entertaining!

This movie makes me so nostalgic for the 90s. When you could make movies like this — about politicians being basically decent.

Oops. I guess we’re in the third act now, where things to all dramatic.

…

Yup.

I hate that. I don’t think anything has been more destructive for film than the idea of the three act structure.

This is bizarre. Nichols is saying that … New York is just radical loons because… they want… “$ for AIDS research”…

I guess that’s the moderate position. And I guess Nichols is very “moderate”.

I hope this isn’t representative of Queerty’s taste level… because… this just isn’t that interesting. I mean, it’s not a bad movie in any way — but it’s so…

Standard.

Primary Colors. Mike Nichols. 1998. ⚃

Blue Skies

Gags!

Bing singing!

This is basically an excuse to do a lot of Irving Berlin songs — not a very ambitious movie.

But that’s fine. Sometimes these things can be pretty amusing.

We’re half an hour in, and Astaire hasn’t danced yet, which seems like a waste. I’m guessing… they didn’t have him for that many days, so they had to keep his dancing scenes to a minimum?

No sooner kvetched than he appears on screen! Putting on the Ritz! I’m flabbergasted!

That was teh awesum. But very short!

Sure:

Ever the perfectionist that he was, Fred Astaire spent a grueling 5 weeks rehearsing his dance routines for the “Puttin’ On the Ritz” number’s challenging and most irregular rhythmic tempo.

Most of the numbers are good — it’s the bits inbetween that’s the problem. It’s a very soppy romance (sort of), and it’s just kinda charmless? The chemistry between Crosby and Joan Caulfield isn’t there, so it’s a bit hard to care?

I’m not sure editing it down by, say, twenty minutes would have helped either — it’s just not very interesting.

This guy’s supposed to be hilarious, I guess? But he’s just kinda vaguely amusing? And the movie spends an inexplicable amount of time on his gags.

A snippet of White Christmas. *sniff*

And it is an extraordinarily white movie for a song and dance thing like this, come to think of it.

Blue Skies. Stuart Heisler. 1946. ⚂