(Jones 1975) A Boy and His Dog
(Muy­bridge / 1877–85 ) Homage To Ead­weard Muybridge
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This inter­est­ing fan­ta­sy was filmed in India, Roma­nia, Namib­ia, South Africa, Czech Repub­lic, Indone­sia, and oth­er places. The cin­e­matog­ra­phy is superb, remind­ing me of the crisp images of James Wong Howe. The direc­tor, Tarsem Singh, was try­ing for an adult approach to a psy­cho­log­i­cal para­ble about sui­cide and death, illu­mi­nat­ed by some of the most beau­ti­ful land­scape and archi­tec­ture in the world. It’s thick with cul­tur­al, sci­en­tif­ic, and his­tor­i­cal ref­er­ences best enjoyed by a well-read audi­ence, though it can be enjoyed well enough with­out notic­ing them.

The sto­ry: in 1920’s Hol­ly­wood, a stunt­man recov­ers from a seri­ous injury, and rejec­tion in love, in a hos­pi­tal. Anoth­er patient is a young Roman­ian immi­grant girl (per­haps ten years old). In order to bribe the child to get him mor­phine pills with which to com­mit sui­cide, the stunt­man tells her a fan­tas­tic tale, with the flavour of the Mas­navi or the Ara­bi­an Nights. The films inter­cuts to rep­re­sen­ta­tions of this tale, which employ real land­scapes and set­tings with fan­tas­tic cos­tume and mag­i­cal effects.

This film appeared and passed unno­ticed in 2006.

If you have a cer­tain frame of mind (which I have, and share with my friend William Brei­d­ing), you will nat­u­ral­ly be drawn to the remark­able 1913 nov­el by Alain-Fournier [Hen­ri Alban-Fournier, 1886–1914]. Le Grand Meaulnes is just­ly con­sid­ered a mas­ter­piece of French lit­er­a­ture, and it cap­tures the sub­tle ten­sion between dream and real­i­ty, and between desire and ful­fill­ment. The main char­ac­ter, Augustin Meaulnes, a sev­en­teen-year-old stu­dent, gets lost and encoun­ters a woman he falls in love with, then can’t find her, an event that deter­mines the sub­se­quent sto­ry. But the tale is told from the point of view of his fif­teen-year-old friend François Seurel, and it’s this tech­nique that makes the sto­ry bril­liant, because the real point of the sto­ry is what it all means to Seurel. It’s an ele­gant, pre­cise­ly writ­ten tale, and the author’s obvi­ous genius was almost imme­di­ate­ly extin­guished on the bat­tle­fields of World War I. Read more »

Har­lan Ellison’s post-apoc­a­lyp­tic black com­e­dy was writ­ten in 1969, and filmed in 1975, at the tail end of the wave of Hol­ly­wood eccen­tric films that briefly came out of Hol­ly­wood (after which things went back to Busi­ness As Usu­al). It is rea­son­ably faith­ful to the sto­ry, and appar­ent­ly won Ellison’s approval, except for the last line spo­ken in the film. Elli­son felt it this line was mysogin­ist, a crit­i­cism that had been unjust­ly made against the sto­ry. The kind of bit­ter, cyn­i­cal humour that was com­mon­place at the time prob­a­bly does­n’t sit will with the audi­ences of today. The satir­i­cal dystopia of white-face-paint­ed oli­garchs rul­ing a Walt Dis­ney­ish Tope­ka, Kansas in an under­ground refuge will prob­a­bly just puz­zle any­one under thir­ty. But this kind of humour, updat­ed in imagery, might be on the verge of a come-back. The lead actor, Don John­son, lat­er went on to star in the tele­vi­sion Mia­mi Vice. Jason Robards, a vet­er­an star from the 1950s, played the sin­is­ter ruler of the under­ground Tope­ka. Under-rat­ed vet­er­an actor Tim McIn­tyre pro­vid­ed the voice of Blood, the tele­path­ic dog.