Archive for October, 2010

The Five Best Horror Films of All Time

Posted by Neal Shaffer on Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Few cinematic pleasures rival the feeling of watching a good horror flick in the fall. As temperatures dip and howling winds give voice to lost souls, a horror film is something to savor.

For those interested in doing just that there’s no shortage of options. To help cut to the quick, I’ve curated a list of what I believe to be your five best choices. It’s admittedly eclectic and perhaps not fully in line with mainstream tastes, but that’s part of the fun. If you’re going to make a list you may as well go out on a limb.

1. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Tobe Hooper, 1974
Few films, if any, are as relentlessly brutal as this. Starting with the very first frames you’re seduced into a world of deep disturbance and foreboding mood. From there, things get worse. It’s a hard film to watch because there’s basically no hope. Even the ending, which offers a token escape, feels like a net loss. This is horror in its purest form.

Stylistically it’s appropriately scratchy and low-fi, which only adds to the sense that things could fall apart at any moment. Which, of course, they do.

Maybe this isn’t the “best” horror film ever made, but it’s #1 on this list for a reason.

2. Halloween, John Carpenter, 1978
At its core, this film answers a most troubling question: what if pure evil took a human form?

History tends to regard Michael Myers as the quintessential slasher flick boogeyman but in truth that’s an unfair reputation. The film features very little gore, and it’s wrong to characterize it as a slasher flick at all. It works because it gives life to the idea that evil could rise up anywhere — even in the most bucolic setting — and do so almost quietly. By the time anyone figures out what’s happening, it’s too late.

3. Suspiria, Dario Argento, 1977
If you’re looking for an airtight plot and/or a conventional horror experience, steer clear of this one. If you’re interested the idea that a horror film could operate on the level of art, here you go.

Argento’s masterpiece is a relentless treat for the senses. The music, cinematography, and direction work together to create a completely unique world, and the death scenes are as gorgeously filmed and choreographed as you’ll find anywhere else. It’s a jarring, seductive, and ultimately beautiful piece of work. More like a symphony than a pop song, which is no easy feat.

4. Friday the 13th Part 2, Steve Miner, 1981
This makes the grade for one simple reason: it’s the best example out there of a classic American slasher film. The first in the series is damn good, but Part 2 hits all the notes. It’s also the first film to feature Jason as the killer.

It’s the steak and potatoes of horror films. Hearty, satisfying, and endlessly enjoyable.

5. The Shining, Stanley Kubrick, 1980
I debated putting this on the list because I’m not entirely sure it’s a “horror” film. It’s a Stanley Kubrick film first and foremost.

Still, it’s amazing. Brilliant even. Perhaps not as stylistically accomplished as Suspiria but far stronger in terms of story and acting. And it satisfies on the level a horror film needs to in that it’s deeply disturbing.

Honorable Mentions: Dawn of the Dead (the original), Last House on the Left (again, the original)

Now it’s your turn. Name your own top five in the comments or take issue with my choices. Consider it a “desert island” challenge. If you could only watch five horror films, which would they be?

These are mine, but I have a hunch many of you won’t agree.

Do How Miles Did It

Posted by Neal Shaffer on Friday, October 22nd, 2010

I think if I had to explain the concept of cool to someone who had no idea what it meant, I’d put Kind of Blue on the turntable and start flipping through images of Miles Davis. Pound for pound it’s hard to do it better than him.

Cool, like knowledge, is a lifelong pursuit that never really stops. But if you just need a few tips or some quick shorthand, Miles is the guy to see.

Witness:

And here’s a live version of “So What.” The whole thing is great but pay attention at the 2:30 mark. Coltrane’s knee deep in a wicked solo and Miles is just chilling in the background, having a smoke and, basically, running things. Amazing.

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All of which is just a sample. The deeper you get with Miles, the more you realize. The man was an icon in more ways than one.

What About Bogart?

Posted by Neal Shaffer on Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

Surfing channels the other day, I stumbled upon an old movie. High Sierra to be exact, a 1941 noir starring Humphrey Bogart and Ida Lupino. I watched for about twenty minutes and it was entertaining enough. Good, actually. All the while, though, I couldn’t shake a question: what should I make of Humphrey Bogart?

There’s always something odd about watching movies from the 40s or 50s. Acting was a different craft then, more mannered and less natural than what we’re accustomed to today. It’s normal enough that Bogart doesn’t seem real because nobody from that era seems real. Still, there’s something different.

There’s a level on which he seems, to this day, unimpeachably cool. The man could wear a suit, for sure, and there’s plenty to admire in the effortless and stylish way he smokes a cigarette or carries a handgun. He’s in control and untouchable — there’s no denying the strength of his presence.

Yet when watching him act it’s hard to shake the feeling that he’s also, on some level, completely ridiculous. I actually witnessed him drop the line “yeah, yeah, blame it on the dame.” It was too funny to take seriously. If you use the word “dame” today — assuming you’re not talking about Judi Dench — you’re going to sound silly. Bogart sounded silly.

The line’s the line and that isn’t his fault, but I can’t shake the disconnect. The problem, best I can figure, is that Bogart is simply, unfortunately, of his time. To understand the shadow he cast while becoming a legend doesn’t come naturally today. Styles have changed too much, and our impression is as colored by the parodies and impressions as it is by the work. Long gone are the days when he was Humphrey Bogart. Today, you almost have to put the name in quotes.

Therein lies a lesson about the fate of icons. To do interesting work that lasts is to surrender control of that work and submit to the fates of culture and history. There’s no guarantee of fair treatment there. Had Bogart come along in the age of McQueen and Newman he might very well have outpaced them both — and all of their peers.

Which makes me wonder: will there come a time when guys like McQueen and Newman are likewise regarded as anachronisms? Versions of something great that no longer seem relevant?

Probably so. I don’t want to believe that, but I bet there are folks who still can’t understand how Bogart lost the mantle of standard-bearer. Even that which we regard as classic eventually spends time being irrelevant.

It’s cyclical, though, and something tells me Bogart might be poised for another run of good mojo. You can’t keep a guy like that down forever.

Alfred Eisenstaedt: the Martha’s Vineyard Photos, Part One

Posted by Neal Shaffer on Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

Back to the LIFE archives we go, this time for something completely unexpected: an intimate look at the New England coast courtesy of legendary photojournalist Alfred Eisenstaedt (whose work you have no doubt encountered before).

I found these images quite by accident and it turns out the collection runs hundreds (if not thousands) of photos deep. From that I’ve pulled about 40 of my favorites and set them aside for presentation.

Generally speaking, photos of Martha’s Vineyard shouldn’t and wouldn’t excite me much. I think of it as a moneyed town and little more, probably because I’ve never been there. That’s exactly why I dig these. It’s a testament to Eisenstaedt’s skill that the photos are about something much more interesting than leisure or privilege. These are, foremost, American photos. Whatever Martha’s Vineyard is, I love what Eisenstaedt did with it.

I’ll release these in batches of nine whenever the mood strikes. There isn’t a dud in the bunch, so enjoy.

(All credit/copyright/etc. to the Google/LIFE archive.)