My Favorite Movies: The Grapes of Wrath (1940)

John Steinbeck’s arguably greatest and also most controversial novel, The Grapes of Wrath, was bound to become a Hollywood classic at some point. The fact that it would be so at such an immediate point, considering some of the book’s content, is a bit surprising. Just one year after Clark Gable shocked the world by saying “damn” in Gone with the Wind, this movie was released, based on a book with a record number of profanities and other lewd material. The book was an angry morality tale; a visceral first-hand look at an era mostly ignored. The movie turns this into one of the most inspirational of films. It was a great feat of screenwriting.

Henry Fonda may be my favorite actor. He was not one to give performances in the sense that he would act big in the traditional Hollywood manner. He was a far more natural presence. Reportedly, he was so self-conscious and introverted that he refused to play roles that required him to be a “hero.” In The Grapes of Wrath, he nevertheless embodied one of the greatest film heroes.

Tom Joad is an angry man. He dotes on his good mother, referred to only as Ma Joad in the novel and film, who insists that he do his best not to lose his temper and risk going back to prison. Watch the scene where Tom hitches a ride home with a truck driver, who asks a string of increasingly personal questions. Observe that Fonda doesn’t noticeably build in his anger. It just gets released in one big gust. Notice Tom also has a certain sense of humor when, as he leaves the truck, he grinningly reveals why he was in prison: homicide.

Even as an angry man, Tom is a great hero for two reasons. He does his best to keep his violent nature locked up and he does what he knows is right whenever possible. In some cases in this film, that means doing what is wrong in the eyes of the law. Such were the times this movie depicts. When done wrong, and the people in this film have been done very wrong, their answer tended to be to shoot the one responsible. However, the deeds done here were not accomplished by individuals. There’s a moment where the man informing a family that they have to evacuate their home before it gets torn down informs them of the chain that goes back several people. Nobody is to blame, he argues, it just happened.

At one point, a gas station attendant watches as the Joads drive past, remarking that they can’t be referred to as human beings.

“Human beings couldn’t stand to be that miserable.”

We watch in similar horror as this family to whom we have become so attached goes through all manner of misfortune and discomfort. They lose their house like everyone else, family members die off, some run off, they barely make it on the gas and money they have, they’re treated like dirt, and ultimately, Tom becomes wanted for murder.

I used to call this the saddest movie ever made. I now consider it more hopeful than tragic, but be sure there are some poignantly bitter moments. The image of Ma sadly going through her box of various knick-knacks and burning most of them is one of the most hauntingly sad moments in film. In fact, there’s a strange sadness in general to Jane Darwell’s beloved performance. She is so easily associated with mothers everywhere and as such, seems to spend most of her time in worry. There are moments like when Tom first comes home and when they actually reach California that make you feel weirdly joyous, as if your own mother were crying tears of joy.

Despite some of the film’s great sadness, there are also the counter-attacks of hope. A scene that always stands out in my head is the one where a waitress, who was fairly uncaring at first, sells one of the Joads a loaf of bread and afterwards two nickel candies for a penny. There are good people scattered a bit in this otherwise dreary world, including the almost freakishly perfect campsite the Joads find by the film’s end. If all good things come to those who suffer, this cheerful outcome is well-deserved.

This all leads to the two fantastic, beautiful scenes that end the film. First, Tom discovers that the police have found him in the camp and mean to arrest him later on, so he decides to leave. Ma stops him on his way out and he convinces her that he must go for the good of the family. He gives a very plain, down to Earth speech that becomes surprisingly moving in its delivery. It also becomes memorable in its context, implying that he knows he couldn’t last long on the run and that death is imminent.

“I’ll be all around in the dark. I’ll be everywhere, wherever you can look. Wherever there’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready. And when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise and livin’ in the houses they build, I’ll be there too.”

It gets me every time, even if it sounds corny on paper. Then, there’s the very last scene when Ma, apparently newly invigorated by Tom’s speech gives a brief one of her own. She says that the Joads can never be beaten because they’ve become strong in the battle. Thesemoments are perfect endings to a movie that, under the careful direction of Hollywood legend John Ford, makes no mistakes. Especially at the time, it couldn’t have ended in the same shocking way the book did, but the results are nevertheless extraordinary. The time that The Grapes of Wrath depicts is essentially behind us, but the film is timeless.

My Favorite Movies: Lawrence of Arabia (1962)

British director David Lean is best known for his enormous epics like The Bridge on the River Kwai, Doctor Zhivago, and A Passage to India. His most famous work is probably Lawrence of Arabia, which is also arguably his best picture. Years before he ever made his “big” movies, he had made small, relatively quiet ones like Brief Encounter and his Dickens adaptations Great Expectations and Oliver Twist. Lawrence of Arabia, I think, combines these two sides. It is a big film to be sure, but it is also a quiet deconstruction of human emotions, particularly when it comes to our more violent sides.

After the success of The Bridge on the River Kwai, Lean looked for the subject for his next epic and initially selected the life of Mahatma Gandhi. The story of T. E. Lawrence, though, probably seemed like a more personal solution. It seems to me that it would be easier to criticize the life of an already controversial political figure, then that of a beloved religious one (Although, it was later proven that the only good way to make a movie about Gandhi is to leave all criticism at the door.).

Oddly enough, the movie about Lawrence sparked more controversy than the man himself did. Many felt a movie would not do the guy justice, especially if it went too deeply into the more, shall we say, crazy sides of his character. Actually, all speculation about the errors of the film’s presentation of the man was not so much a problem as the film’s small dismissal. It did do good critical business, even winning the Academy Award for Best Picture, but many audiences and critics were not so enthralled by this sprawling drama, which contained no big stars, no women, and no traditional thrills.

This was, after all, an era dominated by the new discoveries of film-making without boundaries. The French New Wave was already beginning to reach America, and we were testing our own limits as far as content and delivery were concerned. Then here comes a movie that is content to be traditional, with a style and a story more akin to the popular epics of the 50s then with the movies that were currently in fashion.

Regardless of all this, Lawrence of Arabia did do good enough business initially to be remembered, and it is now recognized as the masterpiece it is. There is nothing wrong with movies that set out to be awe-inspiring. David Lean could have made Lawrence on a Hollywood set, but he wanted to shoot in desert locales such as Jordan and Morocco, alongside some scenes shot on British sets. The desert scenes, and most of the movie takes place in the desert, are extraordinary for the very reason that they are genuine. The realism of the scenery and the dramatic way in which it is used make the film so much more impressive then if it had been simply created on a green screen.

Take Omar Sharif’s first appearance. We can barely see him at first. He is riding a camel so far off in the distance that he is simply a black speck. Lawrence and his guide stand perfectly still watching the black speck grow larger and larger. Finally, the guide realizes that offence will be taken at their having drunk from the well they are resting beside. He makes a mad dash for his gun and is shot by Sharif, who has now entered our reasonable view.

This is just one example of the superb way in which the vastness of the desert is used in subtly thrilling ways that other directors would not have had the patience to attempt. Other images, such as the long line of camels solemnly marching across the enormous landscape, the immense battle scenes using hundreds of extras, and the actual exploding of a train (similar to what was done in River Kwai) all showcase Lean’s incredible aptitude to present us with the things he knows will wow his audience, who he clearly knows very well.

As I said earlier, this is not only a movie of splendor, but it is also a deep character study about a real-life man whose image may have been very recognizable for a time, but who was not really known so well as a person. Peter O’Toole stars in his first role as this interesting individual, and it may just be the highlight of his entire career. It is only right that his image is immediately associated with Lawrence’s. His character is immensely proud and patriotic, as well as supremely confused and down-trodden.

Watching the movie, one can see his slow emotional downfall. At the beginning, he is a quiet, clumsy person whose most outrageous action involves burning his fingers to prove that he can endure the pain. When he is sent out into the Arabian desert, he feels he must constantly overcome his tame British origins to better the lives of the desert’s inhabitants. At first, he becomes a respected leader. He then gets such a very big head that he decides he is some sort of prophet and that he is going to take over the entire country single-handed, losing all of his closest allies in the process.

O’Toole’s portrayal in the second half of the film is one of the film’s highlights. From the time that Lawrence absently admits to having enjoyed carrying out an execution, we know that this is an unstable man. The moment in which he officially cracks is during a battle that he has begun unnecessarily, in which he runs around, with insanity all over his face, randomly slicing people with his sword. This insanity is never really cured, and the film ends with his being more or less dismissed from any kind of authority by his country, and the last shot shows him simply contemplating his great failures.

The film actually begins with his death via motorcycle accident, followed by the funeral full of people who don’t really miss him. This is actually a case in which it was alright to show the end at the beginning, a device of which I’m not usually fond. This is not a movie in which the ending could be a real surprise, so it is instead the intensity and power of the images and emotions that drive the story. I certainly am glad it was made when it was, because new Hollywood conventions couldn’t have made it any greater.

Lawrence of Arabia does remain a very powerful movie. Watching it in 2012 sparks comparisons to the big political leaders of our modern world and starts to make you wonder how long it will be until they have their own inevitable downfalls. Above all, I still consider this one of the most beautiful movies ever filmed and it will never fail to take my breath away.

With its new high-definition restoration, the timeless images look even better than before. Whether seeing it for the first time or the twentieth, on a big theater screen or a big small screen (A phone is not an option for a movie of this scale.), there has probably never been a better time to experience this great masterpiece. Do so.

My Favorite Movies: 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

2001: A Space Odyssey is just the sort of movie that general audiences can’t stand for one second, while movie snobs spend great quantities of time ranting about how good it is. I guess I was born to be a snob. I still remember the first time I saw this movie. I was very young and had no idea what most of it meant, but I found it genuinely intriguing. It really stuck with me and it is still a movie that I will watch on a regular basis, every year or so.

Having this film on disc is like miraculously having the gift to revisit those dreams that you remember so clearly, but wish you had more time to really figure out. I have seen the movie so many times that I sometimes fall into the temptation of just sinking into it. I more often watch it as a spectacle than as a parable. It is a miraculous achievement because of how strongly it speaks to us, and how different what it has to say has become. Ignoring the intellectual side of the experience is just as bad as avoiding it entirely.

Film director Stanley Kubrick and author Arthur C. Clarke agreed at some point that they needed to collaborate on a project that would highlight both of their strengths, and what better way than with a science fiction story. The original intention was that they would both share in the creating of a book and movie of the same story. Both names still appear on the film credits as authors of the screenplay, but the book is simply Clarke’s, in the same way that the movie is entirely Kubrick’s.

I believe the title was selected to impose a familiarity with Homer’s The Odyssey. This odyssey is just as profound as the classic, just this time in the exploration of outer space and its limits, as well as a study of the great conflicts of humanity. The film is divided into four separate segments that are just as important as a whole as they are individually.

The first section is titled “The Dawn of Man.” It is the part of the film most commonly referred to in complaints that it is boring. The usual argument is that a bunch of monkeys sitting around and screaming for fifteen minutes not only does not make riveting cinema, but is also irrelevant to the rest of the film. If looking at the early scenes on the surface only, I could understand this logic, but this is not a movie that can be watched only on the surface. I disagree with the film’s detractors because this section is vital to the understanding of the rest of the film.

It does not matter whether or not you believe in the theory of evolution, which you shouldn’t because it’s stupid. However, within the reality of the movie, evolution happened. It does so with the assistance of the Monolith, a mysterious, large metal object that seems to silently encourage the pre-human apes to become more violent in their way of living, which provides them with meat and the establishment of authority for the first time.

It is important for the overall effect of the film to see these things occur, as a complete futuristic vision of how far mankind has come. The Monolith is also the most fascinating aspect of the film, as it leaves its three appearances, origins, and purpose a complete secret for the individual interpretation of the viewer. The book, however, is much clearer about the object and its extraterrestrial origin. The book cannot be used as the base for understanding the movie, though, as the two formats are completely different experiences.

What follows is the most incredible sequence in the film, which is what I call “The Dance of the Spaceship.” This segment is a montage of images inside and outside of a traveling spaceship, set to Strauss’ “Blue Danube.” The scenes included here are essentially the film-makers’ way of showing off the amazing special effects they have mastered. A pen floats seamlessly through the air. A woman walks on the ceiling. The spaceship itself seems to really be spinning in space. It is easy to believe that there are truly no strings attached. These scenes also establish the depth of imagination that went into creating this future, which is actually scientifically realistic and not as far-fetched as other science fiction epics.

We also have a clear connection to modern humanity to prove that we are still relatively the same. This is accomplished with two scenes of small talk and a video (“telephone”) conversation between a man and his daughter. This segment also confirms how audiences’ impatience is unduly given. Take the shot of the spaceship being lowered down into the space station. Yes, it is moving slowly, but this is Kubrick’s way of giving his viewers time to take in the world he has created. Notice all the little windows all over the station, inside of which can be scene tiny little people moving about. If all the trouble was gone through to make this simple shot look so realistic, the least we can do is watch and appreciate it.

Next, we have “The Jupiter Mission” which is the only part of the movie to have established main characters, through astronauts David Bowman and Frank Poole. It also has a plot, which begins simply with introductions to these men, their hibernating co-workers, and most importantly, the HAL-9000 computer. This machine is probably one of the greatest villains ever put onto the screen. It is embodied by a small red “eye” and communicates with the deceptively soothing voice of actor Douglas Rain.

HAL is a super-computer with complete control of the ship which has been specially programmed to have human emotions. This helps the two-man crew during their long voyage to have someone to talk to, but eventually leads to the nervous breakdown that could only have occurred to a computer with such a wide range of emotions to deal with.

HAL informs his crew that there will be an equipment malfunction, which does not occur. Since all of the 9000 computers have been completely perfect, the astronauts are not sure how to deal with it. They decide in what they think is secret, to turn HAL off. First, they play it cool and remove the “faulty” equipment. This is a lengthy scene, during which, the only noise that can be heard is the heavy breathing inside the astronaut’s suit. There is then sudden silence. He has been disconnected and is floating off into space. HAL has made his first move. Check.

Of course, the real question here is whether or not HAL is actually at fault. Shouldn’t the men who built the machine be to blame? In their desperate attempts at perfection, they created the monster. Perhaps, in a way, HAL only went rogue because of his programming. It was still basically a perfect machine, which is what made it so much more dangerous.

The final segment, “Jupiter and Beyond the Infinite,” is the most awe-inspiring portion, as well as the most befuddling. It begins with David Bowman, now the only surviving member of the Jupiter mission flying into the “star gate.” The images that unfold were intentionally aimed right at the viewer in order to provide us with a first-hand view of what the man is experiencing. What we see is incredible: explosions of color and waves of light flowing towards us in quick succession and glimpses of the surfaces of alien terrain, which are equally bizarre and stunning. Knowing what I experience watching this scene sober, one wonders what it must be like otherwise!

Ultimately, David arrives at his destination. He winds up inside a stately house and he changes perspective multiple times as he becomes older and older. The final shots of the film show him on his deathbed, reaching out to the Monolith, being transformed into a giant fetus, and hovering in space over Earth. I can only assume that the Monolith has now taken on the form of a divine being, putting into place the cycle of human life. Maturity leads to age. Age leads to understanding. Understanding leads to death. Death leads to life.

Honestly, I don’t actually fully understand what this final scene really means, but that’s the beauty of it. What most people don’t realize is that Kubrick has given us a gift by leaving the specifics to the imagination. Most people don’t like movies that refuse to explicitly explain themselves. It is movies like 2001: A Space Odyssey that enlarge our minds by freeing them of pointless explanations, instead of taking away our freedom of thinking by telling us what to think. That would just make us machines.

A great action movie. The sky must be falling.

I walked into Skyfall, the 23^rd (or 25^th if you’re a stickler) James Bond movie, knowing what to expect. I was aware of the praise being heaped on the movie by virtually everyone, but just couldn’t trust it. I have seen all the Bond movies of the past fifty years and they have each been virtually identical. The formula hasn’t changed since 1964 and it can be quite frustrating talking to a die-hard fan of the series, because I can never remember which movie was which, who was in it, or what happened. I will not have that problem with Skyfall.

This new movie has most of the things you would expect from a 007 picture. The opening sequence is a chase that involves riding motorcycles on rooftops and leaping onto speeding locomotives. This is followed by the opening credits which feature the title song, this time from Adele, and girls made of seaweed dancing around. Now the mandatory plot kicks in, though I honestly don’t remember the specifics of it. I know terrorism and explosions are involved.

Where things start to get interesting are in the early scenes with Bond himself. He is getting old. He is not able to pass a routine physical examination to see if he can continue in his crime-fighting duty.  Yes, James Bond is an immortal cinematic icon, but that doesn’t mean he has to be a mindless action figure. In this film, unlike any other, Bond is a human being, complete with shortcomings. He also has a past, a fact so interesting that I marvel that nobody thought of it before. Daniel Craig brings a reality to the character that is astounding in its freshness. It used to be that all you had to do to play Bond was look suave and run around shooting things.

Equally fascinating is the performance by Judi Dench as M, the leader of the British secret service who has always been involved in the movies, but at a distance. Now, this character too has a history that slowly unravels before us, though everything remains a complete mystery. M’s emotional connection to Bond is addressed for the first time and some Bond purists may whine that both characters have become too gentle because of these moments. I say that they have become real. The little clues we get about Bond’s childhood only make this relationship more obvious. Again, I am surprised that nobody else has noticed that mother begins with M.

These are the things that resonated the most with me and they are what make the movie memorable beyond mere action, but don’t worry. There’s still plenty of action and, for once, I was impressed. There are a few of the more ridiculous set-ups, like the opening, which are expected. However, most of the action scenes are surprisingly involving. There’s a particularly interesting fight that is staged almost entirely in silhouette and which contains more than one visual illusion that actually caught me off-guard (I can’t describe it any further. You’ll just have to see it.). Most wonderfully of all, the entire film was shot with a camera that stays steady and actually allows us to see everything going on. It is beautiful.

Even the series' usual sexism is handled in a less tasteless way. The primary Bond girl of the film is Naomie Harris who does not sleep with Bond, at least it isn't suggested onscreen, and her true identity brings her character a special significance. There is also Berenice Marlohe who plays a woman who has become a skilled actress in order to survive. It would be easy to mistake her performance as eye candy and let it go unnoticed. Pay attention. There's a lot more going on.

The villain is played by Javier Bardem, who approaches his role with a controlled mania. He comes across as overdrive on a tranquilizer and I thought he was marvelous. His introductory scene is timed with a unique precision. The scene takes place in an enormous room, which is framed by a very wide shot that doesn’t move as Bardem walks deliberately slowly towards the camera, making a speech that we may not have otherwise paid any attention to. Bond fans worried when Sam Mendes signed on as director here that he was going to avoid action entirely to make a big batch of Oscar bait. Instead, the result is a perfect blend of the exciting action fans wanted and the dramatic involvement the series so desperately needed.

I think a lot of times my friends get annoyed with me for disliking almost every new action movie that is released. I especially had trouble this year with The Avengers and The Dark Knight Rises, both of which I hated for the usual reasons. I don’t hate action movies, but I am not going to care about one that is action and nothing but action. Skyfall is a genuinely intriguing film because it gives us actually good reason to care about it and about these characters that have been so boring for so many years. Though I reserve the spot of my favorite Bond movie for Goldfinger, which remains a fun novelty, I truly feel that Skyfall is the best of the series, even to the point that I would recommend it be seen separately from the others. It’s in an entirely different class.

Don't drink and fly.

Well, to anybody actually anticipating that post about Cloud Atlas I promised a few days ago, it is still coming. I've just been busier than I anticipated this week. In the meantime, however, I got caught up on a couple of last week's new movies: Flight and The Man with the Iron Fists. I thought one was great and the other abysmal. You'll never guess which.

First off, Robert Zemeckis' new drama Flight is the story of an airplane pilot who, when his aircraft begins falling apart mid-air, crash-lands it in a startling way that begins by turning the thing upside down. This scene rivals Argo's finale in terms of intensity, and in any other movie probably would have been the highlight. In this film though, it takes place pretty much right at the beginning and becomes the jumping point for a story of genuine emotional anguish that is headlined by a brilliant performance from Denzel Washington as Captain Whip Whitaker.

At the very start of the picture, we see Whip waking up from an all-night drinking session, quickly snorting up some cocaine and jumping into the pilot's chair without any hesitation. Denzel Washington is so amazing in this role because he brings it something we don't typically see in a drug dependency character: a downright unnerving calm. Whip is an alcoholic and drug addict without shame or remorse, and literally turns from a slobbering invalid flopping on the floor into a confident smooth-talker who is perfectly capable of flying a plane. Most of the movie revolves around an upcoming hearing that will determine the fault of the crash, whether it be machine or pilot error. Everyone knows that it was the plane that broke down and that the captain was drunk, even having had drinks during the flight, but the question isn't whether or not he had control of his faculties, but whether or not he is a criminal for risking it.

Flight is a fascinating film from a morality standpoint. Its story, a captivating original screenplay by John Gatin, asks questions we never would have thought of and goes places we didn't think it could. This is not your grandparents' inspirational movie, and there are some moments that are truly shocking. To make things even better, there is a great supporting cast that includes Don Cheadle as a no-nonsense lawyer determined to let Whip walk, John Goodman as an amusing drug dealer who seems to have skipped the last three decades entirely and Kelly Reilly as a heartbreaking former heroin addict who falls for Whip, but can't stand by while he destroys himself.

As great as these characters are, they are somewhat overshadowed by the silent chaos of Denzel Washington's acting, which raises an already great movie even higher. Flight would have worked no matter who it starred, but with Washington it has a guaranteed place as one of the best films of the year.

The Man with the Iron Fists, on the other hand, is the most miserable thing currently playing. It stars "singer" RZA, who also made his directorial debut here, as a blacksmith in a small Chinese village, who makes weapons for folks. Lucy Liu also stars as the madam of a brothel, which is visited by a British soldier "on vacation," played by Russel Crowe. The story involves a "Lion clan," the leader of which was Gold Lion who was killed by Silver Lion who now is going around terrorizing the village with his evil tyranny. Then there's something about some gold that Silver Lion wants that Madam Blossom has, but doesn't want to part with. The blacksmith also gets his hands cut off at one point, which forces him to attach new iron ones, hence the title.

As you may be able to tell, I did not enjoy this movie. The whole thing makes no sense and has no point, and is all done with the tongue halfway in cheek. Some of the movie seems intentionally silly for the purpose of parody or homage. If this is the case, it seems to me that RZA and company have no real knowledge of the genre they're parodying or paying homage to. I suspect that the movie grew more from a cut-out pop culture understanding of martial arts movies than from a love of the style itself. This could have easily been a rap music video. On the other hand, I get the distinct impression that the movie is actually not supposed to be silly, but seriously cool. If that is the case, it failed so much. I not only couldn't keep up with what the movie was even doing, I never cared if I did.

 RZA is obviously incompetent as a film-maker, since his first feature jumps right into the territory of indulgence. I can only assume that he at least thought that what he was doing was neat-o, though I can't imagine anyone else being truly in on the joke. Anyone, that is, except for Russel Crowe, who is the only actor in the whole movie who brought along a surprising whimsy to his character, rather than the forced eccentricity of the others. The movie, which admittedly may have had good-looking art design, was also hideously filmed. Most shots stay uncomfortably close-up, only going wide when there's nothing to see, and others are framed so poorly, they may be interpreted as intentionally humorous, but I strongly suspect they're just bad.

If all that weren't enough to condemn The Man with the Iron Fists, it is particularly lacking in the logic department. There is a main character who comes and goes in the movie without any purpose that I can remember, whose skin can turn into metal or something, making him almost unbeatable. How he became like this, how he is inevitably defeated, or what he's doing in the movie at all remains a mystery. There is also a bizarre scene during the final battle that takes place in a room of mirrors that nobody would have had any earthly reason for building. Some of you will not take my advice to ignore this movie's existence and will see it based on the pretense that it will be fun. Please save yourself some time and trust me. It isn't.

My Favorite Movies: E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982)

It is rather odd to think that one of the most famous and inspiring moments in all of American movies is that of a young boy and an alien flying a bicycle past the face of the moon, while John Williams’ famous score swells on the soundtrack. It is also odd to think that this movie that was made for children can have such a strong emotional impact on adults as well. That is a sign of a truly good family movie, which makes things not quite so odd.

Steven Spielberg had already made a name for himself with big hits like Jaws, Close Encounters of the Third Kind and Raiders of the Lost Ark, but I think that out of all of his movies E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial has resonated with audiences the most. That is because it is a story that is universally understood. It is simple, but it is not stupid. It doesn’t take anything for granted, but it isn’t above operating on a smaller scale of basic knowledge. Essentially, it has all of the ingredients that make a great family film and it is one of the best available.

Spielberg has been so influential on modern movie watchers because all of his best films were released at the height of the modern age of moviemaking, and they included some of the great cornerstones of the era. It is interesting to look through his filmography and see all the variety that he has displayed in his work. He has made popular horror thrillers, sci-fi and action adventures, and epic war dramas. The most unique film in his repertoire is E.T. 

Besides the fact that it does have a science fiction base, but unlike Close Encounters or War of the Worlds, it is directly geared towards the interests of children (The drunken frog scene springs to mind.). He reportedly used inspiration from his own childhood, when he had an imaginary friend not unlike E.T, which is probably why the movie seems to be coming from somewhere personal. It borrows its content from an innocent place of nostalgia, where the only dangers are those that lurk in those areas of life that kids don’t quite understand.

I keep specifying that E.T. is a family film as if Spielberg had never made any such thing. In reality, the Indiana Jones movies and other PG-rated entries in his canon usually draw whole families just as much as the other fan bases, but E.T. was more specific in its targeting. Now, some parents would certainly object to a few of the fouler words used in the film, but it is a generally kid-approved experience. The good part is that kids love it. The best part is that adults do too.

The film has a lot of shots from the point of view of Elliot, the young main character, and sometimes that of E.T. himself. These are always low to the ground where a child sees the world. A lot of the movie is spent looking up at things, but only in a way you’d notice if you’re looking for it, or if you’ve seen it several times. There are other ways Spielberg shows us a child’s viewpoint. Look at the scene at the school where we never actually see the teacher, or the clever shot of Elliott's reflection on an adult's helmet. At the same time, when the film backs up and has its really grand moments, like the group of boys and their bicycles suddenly taking off into the air, older viewers are given the full scope of the image and we are just as enthralled as the kids.

This film does not feature a bunch of celebrity appearances in its casts to help make a sell, but completely stars a child actor named Henry Thomas. His Elliot was selected after hundreds of auditions for the role. Though he failed to do well with the script given him, he excelled during an improvisation. I have therefore always assumed that a lot of the stuff in the movie with Elliot was improvised. Take the scene where he’s showing E.T. around his bedroom and pointing out all the little knick-knacks laying around and explaining them in a way that would only be logical to a child.

The scenes between Elliott and the alien are never forced or obtuse, but always so natural, like they’ve been hanging around each other for years. The puppet magic that was used to create E.T., by the way, is top notch. Watching the original theatrical version for the first time since seeing the re-release version with new effects, I was surprised by how many of the effects were actually in the original film. They made for a very convincing alien.

Apparently, in order to keep the illusion of it being a real alien as vivid as possible for the children actors, the puppeteers were kept out of sight as much as possible. Maybe that’s why their performances seem so natural. In addition to Thomas, Drew Barrymore famously starred in this film at only eight years old, and succeeds in being not only cute as a button, but a convincing little actor as well. Her scream at the first sight of E.T. and her teary-eyed farewell are justly famous.

Watching E.T. for the first time as an adult that has now faced death first-hand, I was surprised by how truly emotionally involving it was. Notice how the connection between E.T. and Elliot is never explained, but is simply an understood phenomenon that has occurred because they care for each other so much. E.T. does die in this movie, and he is brought back to life to rise up in his spaceship, but only after telling Elliot that he’ll “be right here.” There is a bittersweet joy to these scenes and a triumph, recalling the moments we’ve all experienced of real emotional loss.

You can always watch this movie without adding any more layers. Kids who watch it will simply see the story of a little lost alien who must find his way home. Even running as that simple of an idea, this film is still wholly moving and entertaining. Movies like this that have everything falling so perfectly into place don’t come around every day. Even when they do, they are often forgotten with the decades. It’s been thirty years since E.T. was released and, like all of the greatest movies, we still remember it, we still love it and we still pass it on.

We will survive the next four years.

Well, the election is over and Barack Obama will be president for a second term. I can’t say I’m not surprised. I am honestly very surprised. A guy at work described the situation from a business perspective. If you hire someone who does not do a good job, you do not let him sign another four-year contract. You tell him to get lost. Apparently, the majority of Americans are feeling generous with their country’s immediate future. I know it’s the season of giving, but I think the nation went a bit over-budget this year.

I frankly try to steer clear of politics in general because I don’t like all the stubborn one-sided views of all the party members. I consider myself Republican because I mostly agree with the views of Republican candidates and disagree with the Democrat ones. That does not mean that I think that every Democrat is a lying, thieving lump of evil. Some of them are. Some of the Republicans are, too. You take the good with the bad. I did not vote for Obama and am not happy that he is keeping the office, but nothing is going to change by whining about it. My controversial political view is that you vote in the way you think is right and let the results be. It’s out of our hands now.

This is why I don’t spend my life obsessing over issues of politics. It’s not that I don’t care about what’s going on in the country, but I don’t see the point in getting all wild and angry about everything that happens I don’t agree with. The whole point of our American freedoms is that we are able to vote for whomever we want, and America wanted Obama even though I didn’t.  At least I did have a choice, unlike so many others in the world.

We will survive the next four years. For all I know, they’ll be fine. They also may very well be awful, but the nation is not going to crumble beneath our feet, we will not turn into The Hunger Games and I seriously doubt Obama is the Antichrist. What I do know for sure is that whoever the American people vote into the office of our country’s leader, that person demands our respect, whether or not we like or agree with him. I guess that’s all I have to say about the matter and I would like to make it quite clear that I have no desire to debate my opinion with anyone. You have yours and I have mine, and I will not be responding to any hate mail.

Now then, I saw Cloud Atlas again last night and I’ll have lots to say about it tomorrow, so don’t change that dial.