Weird Cinematic Musing
Intermittent Pseudo-Bachelorhood, Day 2, wherein our hero watches
Beat the Devil (1953) because it's got Humphrey Bogart in it and he got it as a Christmas gift from his wonderful mother-in-law (hi, ML!). Upon reviewing this black and white piece filmed in Italy, which modern DVD technicians have not spent any time at all restoring, our hero muses that only 11 years passed between John Huston blowing a lot of budget in Europe on froo froo drinks for Truman Capote, the screenwriter, and another seminal film shot in Italia:
A Fistful of Dollars.
I mean, jeez, man, the shift from black and white to color was huge, man, but that's not all that changed. I mean, look at story pacing and film making conventions and see how they change in that decade and a tenth.
By way of comparison, look at how slowly things evolve after that. For example, the differences between
Dirty Harry (1971) and
The Dead Pool (1988). Minor. Between
Dirty Harry and any of the others in its ilk. Sure, more stuff explodes now, and studios spend more money on fake-looking CGI, but you know, you could watch something from the 1960s and something from 2003 and not feel too out of place.
Crap, I think I had a point when I started this post. I forget it now. Perhaps it was merely to confirm to our hero's wonderful mother-in-law that her Christmas gifts are going to good use--filling those awful, empty hours until her daughter returns.
Oh, yeah, and memo to Hollywood. Explain this to me:
Beat the Devil is available on DVD, and
The African Queen is not. What are you people doing out there? Hello?