Then again, Kubrick did have the good sense to cast Shelley Duvall rather than Robert Duvall as Jack Torrance’s wife, Wendy...
Monday, December 16, 2013
Opportunity Knocked on a Door That Shouldn't Have Been There
Jack Torrance’s “Heeerrreee’s Johnny!” head-poke through
an ax-split door in 1978's The Shining is
one of the iconic images in modern cinema and certainly the most identifiable on-screen
moment of Jack Nicholson’s long and lauded career. But this classic scene would
have been even better had the doorway
instead been covered by a multi-colored curtain just like the one that Johnny
Carson pawed through every weeknight at the start of The Tonight Show.
Many homes in the 1970s featured doorways adorned with
tapestry dividers or hanging beads instead of doors, and the psychotic Jack
Torrance popping his head through a vertically striped curtain of orange, pink,
brown, beige, gold, and two shades of blue would have truly added cinematic
provenance to this frighteningly comic moment.
True, Nicholson ad-libbed this legendary line, but once such
a great idea was out of the bag, there’s no reason that Stanley Kubrick—notorious
in Hollywood for shooting excessive takes—couldn’t have had an intern run out
to a local linen store, order a replica Tonight
Show curtain, and instructed Nicholson to redo the scene with the proper
prop.
Frankly, I’m more than a little surprised that Kubrick—one
of the most visionary filmmakers ever to step behind a camera and a renowned
obsessive for detail—overlooked this opportunity.
Then again, Kubrick did have the good sense to cast Shelley Duvall rather than Robert Duvall as Jack Torrance’s wife, Wendy...
Then again, Kubrick did have the good sense to cast Shelley Duvall rather than Robert Duvall as Jack Torrance’s wife, Wendy...
(Image from The
Shining copyright Warner Brothers; image
from The Tonight Show copyright NBC.)
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Teddy Spoke Softly...But Carried a Bic Pen
Letters to Kermit, a collection of many dozens of handwritten and typed correspondences from the desk of Theodore Roosevelt between 1896 and 1918, was first published in 1946. It is a candid and revealing look into the heart and mind of the twenty-sixth President of the United States, both before, during, and after his nearly eight years in office. And I think this little-known literary gem authored by one of the dynamic figures of the twentieth century deserves an excerpt:
Monday, December 2, 2013
Not Winning the Oscar Must've Made Baldini a Grouch
It's well known that
both Marlon Brando and Robert De Niro won the Academy Award for portraying Vito
Corleone—the only instance of two actors winning an Oscar for the same role.
But what about Oreste
Baldini, who played the nine-year-old Vito at the beginning of The
Godfather II? I wonder if he’s bitter that he didn’t win
an Oscar for his portrayal of Vito. Sure, Baldini was on-screen for only a few
scenes...yet he showed fine range, shifting effortlessly from weak, dumb-witted
native to weak, dumb-witted immigrant. And if that weren’t enough to convince
Academy voters, Baldini was the only “Vito” to sing (while quarantined on Ellis
Island)—something neither Brando nor De Niro dared do…or likely even possessed
the acting chops to do.
My guess is that the
now-51-year-old Baldini seethes in anger and jealousy every minute of his life
since the evening Art Carney and De Niro walked off with the Best Actor and
Best Supporting Actor honors, respectively, in April 1975. And although Baldini
has enjoyed a busy career dubbing Hollywood dialogue into his native tongue for Italian
cinema, television, animation, and even video games, it wouldn’t surprise me in
the least if bilious ire occasionally flares into his on-screen translations.
Had I been an
Italian citizen taking in a film at the Nuovo Olimpia on the Via in Lucina in
downtown Rome on a bygone Saturday evening, I would hardly be shocked if,
right in the middle of Ed Wood, Johnny Depp ranted Art Carney può andare al diavalo, che non-talento hack!
Or even a purple-rhino'ed Edward Norton inexplicably yelling De Niro ha rubato la mia Oscar, che bastardi! Baldini ha la voce di un angelo! in the midst of singing ditties of support to methadone addicts in Death to Smoochy.
I might even have
felt such sympathy for the slighted Baldini that I wouldn’t have demanded my
money back from the theater manager…
(Image from The Godfather II copyright Paramount Pictures.)
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