Sunday, September 26, 2010
Evaluating on Movie "M" for sound
M has a good sense of sound put together to make it a good movie even with its flaws of feeling of unreality.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
"M"
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
On “M”
Other than the singing of some children during their game playing and the ‘leitmotif’ (Edvard Grieg’s “In the Hall of the Mountain King”) whistled by and associated with the murderer, there was no music in the film – which, if only subconsciously, probably made what was heard somewhat more emotionally powerful.
Despite the German dialogue (and my non-knowledge of the language) the sounds of people speaking – individually, in small groups, or in crowds – did seem to carry some non-linguistic information. Crying, calling out and/or screaming are obvious evidence of emotional state, but the volume and rapidity of the speech may be as well. The sounds of the quickly gathering crowds, for example, seemed to crescendo and increase in tempo when recognizing a possible child abduction. The tonal quality of some of the individual voices – especially that of Peter Lorre (nasal, whiny, ‘demented’) as the pedophiliac serial killer – might help define some attributes of the character.
More surprising to me than the lack of music was the presence, in such large quantity and from a wide variety of sources, of tobacco smoke (and I was a four pack a day person till 1992). The clouds of drifting smoke occasionally took on a role of their own. In some scenes it added another layer of mystery, while in others it seemed to intensify the feelings of the characters involved in the scene.
I was pleased to have finally seen the film – only some seven years older than myself – and had the chance to understand a little of its importance to the history of cinema. (I knew that I’d get to say ‘cinema’ sooner or later…)
Friday, September 10, 2010
on Mon Oncle
10 September 2010
A quick note for those few who might, for whatever reason, read my class required blog entries :
OK, now – about Mon Oncle:
I first saw this Jacques Tati film in the early 1960s, while in graduate school at the University of New Mexico. It was part of a series of French films being shown at the local Albuquerque ‘art theatre’ and was my particular favorite in the series. At the time I was a battle-scarred veteran (4 years in the US Army), an oc-casional user of perception altering chemicals and a paid up member of the Young Socialist Alliance.
My general understanding of the film then, in addition to enjoying the obvious comedic bits, was that it seemed to illustrate – through satire – the French hopelessness at the outcome of class struggle. Hulot and his neighbors, symbolic of the working class, having little or no chance against Arpel and the plastics industry – heartless, capitalist exploiters of human labor.
Watching the film again, well past my days as a ‘Young’ anything, I still felt there still might be something of the class struggle involved – if only in sub-textual form. But there also seemed to be a little more hope as well. The symbolic acceptance of the industrialist’s dachshund into the horde of worker dogs, the Hulot visits to the dominion of the well-to-do, and ultimately the acceptance of some shared values by the nephew, GĂ©rard and Arpel, as Hulot departs for what I sincerely hope are greener pastures.
Listening to the sound (which I honestly didn’t remember even hearing during my first viewing) was an eye (ear?) opener for me. Not only the music, but also the sound ‘effects,’ offer the potential for a much deeper understating of the film. I’m beginning to understand a little of what Chion means by added value.