April 19, 2008 6:43 AMRemembering Lexington & Concord
Two-hundred thirty-three years ago this morning, a hearty band of farmers said, after ten years of provocation, "enough is enough." God bless their memory!
The Surface Driven Film My weakness for historical film, almost any historical film, had me laboring through Shekhar Kapur's "Elizabeth the Golden Age" this week, in a few different bouts, though "bouts" sounds like I was in a fighting match with the film. It was really more of a sleeping match. The deep ruby hues of the art direction and the somnolent ratcheting back to slow motion, even as Mary Queen of Scots is about to lose her head, did the trick. That's pretty bad when you sputter back to consciousness, blurting "did she lose her head yet?" The fact is that we need a few more Cecile B. De Milles and a few more Charleton Hestons on the sets of these major epics, because these lush tales of the past seem to be almost completely controlled by the art director and almost completely devoid of heart and soul--at least that "heart and soul" that would define the times of the era under scrutiny. Some of these films achieve a kind of thread-counter's intimacy with the forms of the past (the appearance of the throne room, the elaborate gothic traceries of the hallways, the hair piece signature of the queen's ladies), but the soul of the era, the heart-collage of ideas that make up the time, feels painfully like a New Age teenager making a tie-dye circle print out of a Rubens canvas. Somehow, the keepers of England's Gothic cathedrals turned over their cultural heritage, and Good Queen Bess no less, to a band of Calcutta snake-charmers.
And Kapur takes Elizabethan England on quite a little space walk too:
Wow. A tolerant woman becoming one of the gods. That is so DEEP, man. Why do the hard-eyed money men turn over good film-making money to idiots like this?
More of the Farm Journal -- April 17, 2008
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