PROFESSOR VAN HELSING'S FAVORITE STUDENTS

And there will be lots of opportunities like those coming off this batch of entries. There have been so many good comments already that I’m half tempted to start the digestion process right now. But I won’t. Just a taste instead. Some of my favorite responses so far:
I love Roscoe berating the SLIFR faithful for somehow letting him go so long without ever having seen a Robert Altman film. (Roscoe, if we only had an address, we could send DVDs, or perhaps dead fish wrapped in newspaper, for further inspiration.) And I also like his admission that the only movie he ever walked out on was The Pacifier, which begged the question, at least in my mind, what was it exactly that got him to walk in?


Flickhead has such a great site of his own (as does TLRHB) that it’s a real pleasure having him here picking his cinema brain for all of us to enjoy. His favorite line is from Goldfinger: “My name is Pussy Galore.” And he leaves us all to remember for ourselves Sean Connery’s nonplussed, delighted response. And I really liked his answer to that transcendent moment question too: “Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse dancing among the stage props in Silk Stockings could probably prevent suicides.”
One new reader, Goatdog, took John T. Chance’s cited transcendent moment, the last scene in About Schmidt, and listed it as the movie/moment that made him excessively angry (proof at last that, yes, we can just get along?) Goatdog, who runs a projector in a revival house hidden inside a bank building, also takes Otto Preminger down a peg , thinks he should be replaced in critical circles by Phil Karlson, and admits that although he once said he’d never walk out of a movie, he nearly broke that vow during Domino.
Peter Nellhaus, and several others too, cited as their favorite Frank Capra movie The Bitter Tea of General Yen starring Barbara Stanwyck. That clicking sound was me putting it on my Netflix queue.

A reader traveling under the moniker Stanley Kubrick admits that he once saw Top Gun on a toilet in a fancy building. I don’t know whether asking for more details would be a good idea or not, but it does seem like an ideal, practical place to see that movie in particular, doesn’t it?

Reader Paul C. would like to take Cameron Crowe down a notch, saw The Third Man in a theater in Vienna not far from the famous Ferris wheel, and describes how Seven went from good to great for him with one unexpected entrance. His answers for what scene he would like to have witnessed being filmed are choice, and I must reprint his comment regarding what film inspired him to walk out of the theater: “Cremaster 3. It's not that I didn't get it. I just didn't want it. I don't ask for movies to work overtime to engage me, but when I feel like the director wouldn't care if his work played on a screen in front of an audience of zero, well, I can't help but want to make this dream a reality.”
The Mirror Has Two Faces is the movie that pissed off Edward Copeland to an inordinate degree, and had I not so successfully flushed it from my memory it might have been my choice too.
Brian Darr, who heads up the excellent Hell On Frisco Bay site, has some of my favorite responses of the entire survey within his answers, so it’s gonna be a challenge for me not to reprint them all. Two of the best: Best Argument for Allowing Rock Stars to Particpate in the Making of Films: “George Harrison’s Handmade Films production company.” And then there’s this, in response to the most exotic or unusual place in which you ever saw a movie: “After taking an 8-hour ride on the back of a pickup truck from the Thai border to Siem Riep, Cambodia, the pack of Lonely Planeteers I'd shared the journey with was plopped down in fron of a television at the guesthouse we were to sleep at during our visit to Angkor Wat, to watch a copy of what else but Roland Joffe's The Killing Fields. I'd seen it before but, of course, it had a much greater impact on me in this context. A good reminder to tourists looking for spirituality and beauty that politics trumps all that in a broken country.” Look also for Brian’s spot-on choice for Favorite Political Film and a fascinating story about walking out on The Confederate States of America, and a whole lot more.
New reader Lucas likes the line from Crimes and Misdemeanors: “What is the guy so upset about? You’d think nobody was ever compared to Mussolini before.” And the perfection of the moment when Bill Murray meets Max’s father in Rushmore, and the hint of sympathy in the actor’s eyes.

Jen is back this go-round with more of her patented caustic and hilarious commentary. Under “Showgirls-- yes or no?” she puts forth: “No, thank you. I can intellectually understand Dennis’ and others’ defense of it, but I think it really just boils down to it being a guy thing.” And her description of The Player as her favorite Altman movie has enough entertaining asides to be its own blog post. And then after waxing convincingly about Klute as the high point of the early ‘70s, she ends with this: “I could do about five pages on this subject, but I won’t. I’ve been windbaggy enough in this survey as it is… and isn’t that really Dennis’ job?” I don’t know whether to harumph or puff out my chest with pride. Later, however, in response to Thom McGregor’s answers, she takes me and the blog to task for the lack of beefcake in the actor comparison questions, and particularly for all the “Angie Dickinson horseshit” that seemingly hijacked SLIFR for a few days. Well, Jen, all I can say is, first of all, turning the spotlight on Angie Dickinson needs no defending, so I shall not. Also, there have been several responses from females in the quiz that have suggested Holden vs. Lancaster, or even Bridges vs. Goldblum, aren’t exactly malformed hills of beans—it was you describing Burt Lancaster’s “mesmerizing torso” in The Crimson Pirate, wasn’t it? And I don’t recall anyone protesting the Clooney references in some of your answers, or Sharon’s. But I’m willing to try my hand at beefcake next time, if you trust me with the concept, that is. How about Justin Timberlake vs. Nick Lachey? Or Josh Hartnett vs. Skeet Ulrich?
Old pals Beege, Murray, and new pal Red, made me realize the ambiguity of the quiz’s first question about what film made you angry while watching it or thinking about it afterward. I had conceived the question strictly in terms of seeing a film and becoming angry because of its prejudices, misconceptions or other failings. But these guys all submitted answers that suggested there was another way of looking at the question: at becoming angry as a result of the film’s subject matter, where anger is the desired response of the writer and director. So then when Beege cites American History X, she’s angry at the world the movie depicts (whereas the film made me angry for all kinds of reasons having to do with the way the world was approached in the movie itself). Likewise, Murray sees The Passion of the Christ, and Red sees Sophie’s Choice, and both are awestruck by the depths to which humanity can drag itself. But Beege is also good for lots of irreverent responses (especially considering her status as a minister!) like this one: Favorite John Ford Movie: “Sex Hygiene (1942) would have to be pretty damned entertaining 64 years later.” And her response to the most exotic or unusual place to have ever seen a movie is typically hilarious: “I pretty much see movies in theaters or at home. It’s the missionary position of movie viewing, I suppose.” Red’s description of Sean Penn in Carlito’s Way as an example of transcendence is infectious, and her wanting to have seen the filming of Paul Henreid making the crowd sing “La Marseillaise” in Casablanca is sublime in its description. And I get a big kick out of Murray on Showgirls: “Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes! No!... maybe…”

Steve, of The Ongoing Cinematic Education of Steven Carlson, relies on Russ Meyer (and in this case Roger Ebert) for great, pulpy movie dialogue, like this favorite line from Beyond the Valley of the Dolls: “You will drink the black sperm of my vengeance!” And he likes Alan Price creating the soundtrack to O Lucky Man! on screen as a good argument for allowing rock stars to participate in filmmaking now and again.
New pal Mr. Middlebrow, of A Drinking Song, takes the opportunity to talk at length about The Right Stuff and Out of Sight, as well as this regarding exotic movie-watching locales: “The best I can come up with is Platoon, dubbed in Italian, in a theatre in Vicenza, Italy, where I was stationed. That said, reruns of the original Star Trek in Italian were far more entertaining: “Spock: Interessante, Capitano. Bones: E mordo, Geem!” Mr. Middlebrow, like That Little Round-Headed Boy, turns in a list of 25 that are all so good I wanna quote them all here. Just go read ‘em again instead.
I like Achillea’s quoted line from The Princess Bride (“You keep using that word (Inconceivable). I do not think it means what you think it means.”). And I absolutely love the response to Favorite Ken Russell Movie: “I almost said Escape from New York. Who’s Ken Russell?”
As always, Thom McGregor’s answers are far funnier, more thoughtful and intelligent than she seems to think they are. She lets Brian De Palma have it right off the bat: “I believe I’ve never felt angrier than at the moment I watched a drill chew its way through a woman’s body on down through the floor (or ceiling), dripping blood into the first floor room in De Palma’s Body Double. The details, the sounds, the glee with which this scene was filmed made me hate De Palma to this day. I wanted to blow chunks... at him!” I like her “Tilly because she’s silly” in choosing Jennifer over Gina, though it was this that got me in trouble with Jen: “I demand more beefcake in these comparison questions. Lots of cheesecake, but there are some women out here, you know, Dennis!” Go read my response to Jen, my dear. Beefcake is where you find it! But Thom’s response to the question about the highlight of the early ‘70s may be my favorite of hers: “The embrace of the antihero as central character. Also endings open to interpretation or just plain sad or puzzling. I want that back.” Thom, don’t ever stop making your thoughts known on SLIFR. We’re all richer for them.

New blogger, and SLIFR newcomer K. Lindbergs, likes Tom Waits as the Best Argument for Allowing Rock Stars to Participate in Filmmaking. K, did you see him in Francis Ford Coppola’s Dracula? I know this is blasphemy on several levels (I’m awaiting the brickbats and buckets of slop arriving from Psaga and Thom McG), but I’d trade Rain Dogs or Swordfishtrombone for that performance any day. (I’m gonna go hide now…)


Well, here I’ve gone and done exactly what I said I wouldn’t do—succumb to the impulse to go on and on about all the great stuff you all have offered up for Professor Van Helsing’s delectation this time around. Three hours after having set down to start composing my own answers to his quiz, in the ever-deepening shadow of all these great answers, and I still haven’t gotten to question number one yet. I have my basic responses set out. It’s just the elaborating on them that is going to be time-consuming (though I don’t think I’ll be going off the way I did in the last quiz—something to do with dehydration and depleted mental capacity). I think I will set the keyboard aside for right now, however, and let these highlights steep for a day or two, while I muster the strength and nerve to answer the questions myself. I do thank everyone for your participation. It is appreciated far more than you’ll probably ever know, and I’m very excited that there have been so many submissions, and that they have been truly quality submissions too-- thoughtful and funny and well-written. Keep those answers coming in— we’ll see just how many more we can fit in before I finally do have to start digesting all this for more convenient consumption (and with pictures!). Please don’t consider this the end of the line. I think these questions will yield a lot more good stuff, so I’m gonna leave the barn door open for a while longer and see who wanders in. Some I’m expecting, and I’m hoping a whole lot of others will walk in unannounced and make the day of everyone who enjoys reading these answers as much as I do. Thanks again, everybody!
9 comments:
Well, Ms. McG, my suggestions were offered up in jest-- Josh Hartnett vs. Skeet Ulrich? Is there even any testosterone involved there? But I'm definitely willing to accept sugestions from you, Jen, or any of the other women who are participating, for an appropriately beefy showdown to be included in the summer quiz.
Dennis, that's a heck of a "pre-compilation." And props to you for a little O BROTHER reference in the intro! Always welcome.
By the way, when's the Infield Fly Rule part of the site take effect? i expected some long piece on the Dodgers by now. Not that I care about baseball. You'll hate this: I live in the cradle of spring training and have been to one game in 20 years. Good grief!
I'm afraid that I'm not very fond of Coppola's Dracula, but the best thing about the movie was probably Tom Wait's great take on Renfield.
p.s. As a female of the species I think William Holden is totally beefcake material and I wish I could have joined in the Angie Dickinson love fest. I love Angie!
Ack! The hour is late, and I was going to respond in detail to your question, TLRHB, because it gets at something that's been on my mind a lot lately. But I'm going to have to defer until I'm a whole lot less sleepy-- probably tomorrow night. And, O Brother, anytime! Wait till you see a couple of my answers to Van Helsing's quiz!
K. Lindbergs: You got my back on the beefcake! Thanks! Your presence in the Angie-a-Thon would have been most welcome indeed. Keep your eyes open, because Blog-a-Thon ideas have been coming realtively fast and furious, and you may just find one coming around the bend that suits you!
I know I'm in the minority on Coppola's Dracula, but you're right, Waits is terrific in that part.
And by the way, Thom, I said "I’d trade Rain Dogs or Swordfishtrombone for that performance any day." I never said Waits' Renfield was better than either of those albums, just that, given a choice, I'd rather see it than listen to either of them. I may well be a musical ignoramus based on that proclamation (more would agree than wouldn't, I'd wager), but there's just no accounting for taste, is there? I understand Tom Waits' appeal as a songwriter and musician on an intellectual level, and also as some sort of icon of hipster cool, but his music more often seems affected and self-conscious than it seems moving or interesting to me. I enjoyed seeing Waits live, but for me he's more fun as a concept than as someone to sit down and listen to. Surely there's a major artist that I revere (maybe his initials are FZ) that you feel similarly about? The question is, would you trade his appearance in Head for You Are What You Is or Apostrophe? :)
H'mmmm...for once I seem to have some opinions on the people you're talking about here. I dunno beefcake, but I've seen a photo of Holden from GOLDEN BOY and he looks like a dreamboat; then there's BORN YESTERDAY, when he was what I consider a very handsome guy. OK, now I'm making myself uncomfortable...
As for Tom Waits, his Renfield is probably the thing I like least about BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA, closely followed by Winona Ryder's bad accent (British pronunciation of "clerk" might veer toward "clark," but the way she says it is just silly)--but I have come to appreciate some of Waits's music. There's a song that was used in the production of MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM I did recently, something about "You're Innocent While You Dream," which I love; often it runs through my head.
I'm with Dennis on Waits. In many ways, Tom Waits is a more enjoyable raconteur than singer-songwriter. I'd take his off-the-wall comments over his songs anyday. My two favorites: "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy." That's pretty well known. But I love his description of CSN: "Crosby Steals the Cash." I do have a fondness for a handful of his songs (STEP RIGHT UP, I NEVER TALK TO STRANGERS, some others) and his ONE FROM THE HEART soundtrack with Crystal Gayle, mainly because he toned down all his pretentious mannerisms and let the songs shine. His songs are good, the overwrought presentation sinks them. When it comes to croaky voices, he's no Dylan.
Oh, I forgot to say that aside from some crappy aspects, I love BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA. I especially like Sadie Frost as Lucy--wow--but in general I think the movie is brilliant. Even though Waits's performance doesn't ring my bell, I do think it fits the feverish, crazy tone of the movie.
The pleasure was all mine, Dennis; thanks for the props. Found you via movie (and history, acting, Irish culture, etc. etc.) fanatic Sheila O'Malley http://www.sheilaomalley.com. Yours is one of the best-written film blogs I've found. In gratitude, here's an updated link to the
Dan Clowes interview...
http://www.sfbg.com/entry.php?entry_id=474
I appreciate it, Dan. Although I have yet to see Art School Confidential, I'm a big fan of Crumb, Ghost World and, to a lesser degree, Bad Santa, so I'm curious as to what Zwigoff and Clowes will come up with next, eithger individually or as a team.
Stick around, because I've got another quiz completed and in the chute- it just wouldn't be right, though, to unveil it before officially putting Professor Van Helsing to bed.
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