Kubrick’s eighth: “2001”

I just watched Stanley Kubrick’s eighth feature film, 2001: A Space Odyssey, continuing my deep-dive into Kubrick’s films. This is a film I have watched many times before, but it had been quite a while since the last time. It came out in 1968 (the year of my birth, as it happens). It lasts 2 1/2 hours. It’s a classic for a reason; it’s hard to imagine a more compelling movie, really. And the music! Such perfect use of dramatic classical pieces!

Stanley Kubrick on the set of 2001: A Space Odyssey

A few things really struck me this time around. First, what incredible special effects for 1968! I dare say these were the best special effects set in space up to that point by a wide margin. (Star Wars: A New Hope in 1977 took the next big leap, in my opinion.) Impressive and creative technical filmmaking in 2001 for sure.

I also appreciated the opening scenes more this time around. The first time I watched this movie (in the late 80s, when I was in college), the scenes with the apes in the beginning struck me as boring and ridiculous. For some reason, it didn’t hit me that way at all this viewing. I appreciated the whole monolith storyline that Arthur C. Clarke came up with much more this time. The mimes/actors in the ape suits actually did a great job.

I also appreciated the film-craft of Kubrick more on this viewing. So many great shots… I loved how much ambiguity he left in a key spots, like when Dr. Dave Bowman (Keir Dullea) is alone in the aliens’ strange home for him at the end — when Kubrick shows the passage of time in a very clever way. I also appreciated the intensity and acting of Dullea and wish he had been in more films. (Apparently he has mostly worked in theater.)

And yes, the part with HAL is incredibly memorable and strangely chilling. Hopefully it’s not prophetic.

Kubrick’s seventh: “Dr. Strangelove”

Stanley Kubrick with Peter Sellers, filming Dr. Strangelove (1964).

Kubrick’s seventh feature film was Dr. Strangelove, 1964. I just watched this for the very first time last night. It’s another anti-warm film, but this time it’s a (dark) comedy. It seems to me that this was a very brave and very original film for its time. I was highly entertained for the approximately 90 minutes that the film runs. Peter Sellers plays a few different characters and is brilliant. I also thought George C. Scott was amazing. It’s fun to see a super-young James Earl Jones too, though it’s a small part.

Certainly the paydirt and most memorable part is the last 10 minutes or so. It’s the sort of thing that’s iconic for a reason; once you see it, you’ll never forget it.

It’s a great take on the Cold War. It made me wish that Kubrick had lived long enough to make a film about post-9/11 USA.

Kubrick’s Sixth: “Lolita”

Kubrick on the set of “Lolita”.

Kubrick’s Lolita was so much better than I was expecting. I’d have to say that it’s actually as good as the novel, and that’s pretty rare.

Lolita was released in 1962 (it’s something like 2 1/2 hours long). Because of heavier censorship in those days, the actress (Sue Lyons) cast as Lolita was 14 and 15 during filming (rather than 12 as in the book). She looks more like 16 or 17 years old to me, which makes it somewhat easier to stomach than if she actually looked 12.

Nabokov’s novel is a masterpiece, and I’d say the movie really is too. Kubrick manages to make this movie funny in some moments, and he actually makes you feel bad for Dr. Humbert Humbert (at least up to a point). I suppose you could say that about the novel too, but I felt it more in the movie than in re-reading the book.

As usual, the film craft is excellent. The acting performances are so strong. James Mason is pretty amazing as Humbert, and he was brave to take the role, too. The film wouldn’t have worked at all without a really strong performance in that role, and Mason nails it.

Because the movie works so well, I’d have to say Kubrick did an incredible job. Yes, the novel is excellent… but not every excellent novel makes an excellent movie. This is a really impressive movie interpretation of a novel. I think the deep dive into the human condition and psychological issues makes this feel like a classic Kubrick film.

Kubrick’s Fifth: “Spartacus”

Kubrick on the set of Spartacus.

This is the first Kubrick film I’m blogging about that I actually saw before this “Kubrick kick” of mine. In fact, I’ve seen it many times. I took four years of Latin from 8th grade through 11th grade, and each year our teacher got us out of our usual classes to watch Spartacus in the auditorium. This was in the early to mid-80s. We always did this just before Winter Break. I think she figured we’d all be excited about the upcoming vacation, so we might as well be antsy while watching a movie that featured some of the things about Roman culture that she’d been teaching us.

I have to admit, as a kid, I found this movie boring. I just couldn’t get into it. Not in four years. I almost would have rather been in classes! Of course, I liked school, so I was a funny kid I guess. I even liked Latin.

Well, I just watched it today for the fifth time. I will say, it was more interesting to me now than when I was a kid. I got into it a little bit… and I certainly appreciated certain things about it. I appreciated Kirk Douglas and Laurence Olivier and Jean Simmons and Tony Curtis. I don’t think I fully appreciated who they were as a kid. Sure, I’d heard of them… but it means more to me now. And of course, when I was a kid, I’d never been to Rome or Italy. I spent three years in Italy when I was in the Navy in my early 20s, and I’ve been to Rome and the entire area pictured in the film many, many times. That makes it easier to get into and appreciate, too.

As far as Kubrick’s craft goes, this was really the first movie at that “Kubrick epic scale” that I think of when I think of his films. Spartacus was released in 1960. In terms of filmmaking craft, there’s much to appreciate. From what I read, Kubrick didn’t have complete artistic control (the first and probably only movie where that was the case). That makes it hard to judge his work because I don’t know what he really wanted to do. It was the first movie of his where I really noticed and appreciated the cinematography — and the soundtrack. The music is very dramatic, and I don’t think the film would have worked without it.

For me the fighting scenes are still boring, but that sort of thing always bores me. The love story between Douglas and Simmons is pretty corny (and fictional, not historical fiction which is what the film is overall). I enjoyed the interpersonal scenes between Olivier and Curtis, which are fascinating from an lgbtq perspective.

I’m trying really hard to think of nice things to say, but overall, in spite of skillful filmmaking, the movie just isn’t my kind of movie, even four decades later. (Okay, now I feel old.) And Kubrick makes wonderful anti-war films, but here the war/violence is “noble” in the sense that it’s hard to argue against slaves fighting a revolution. So that feels off-kilter for a Kubrick film somehow. Also, there is no “psychological thriller” edge anywhere that I can find, and I might miss that the most of all. It comes across as cornball, really.

Plus, three hours? One hour too long.

Kubrick’s fourth: “Paths of Glory”

Kirk Douglas and Stanley Kubrick on the set of Paths of Glory

In 1957, Stanley Kubrick’s fourth feature film, Paths of Glory, was released. This is a more typical length at about 90 minutes. It’s another anti-war movie, this time set during World War I, an apparently true story about French soldiers being court martialed for “cowardice”, punishable by death.

For me, this feels like Kubrick’s first fully realized movie. The story is more fully formed, and Kirk Douglas always adds gravitas. The scenes in the trenches are really well done, cinematically speaking. Apparently it was miserable to make this movie, which probably adds realism to what was an especially miserable war. It’s not a fun watch, either… it’s a sad story with an ending to match. But watching it is almost like reading a good classic novel; it’s sad, but somehow uplifting because it feels like worthy art, capturing important parts of the human condition.

Kubrick’s Third: “The Killing”

Kubrick (left) filming The Killing

I’m on a roll. I just watched Stanley Kubrick’s third movie, The Killing. This is another film noir, this time with a “big heist” theme. I found this far more entertaining than his second movie, another film noir, Killer’s Kiss. And this, like his first two movies, is also just a bit longer than an hour. I still think Fear and Desire (his first film) is the most interesting of his early attempts and feels the most like a Kubrick film (though “rougher” than his later work). Kubrick apparently considered The Killing to be his first more mature effort, and perhaps that’s true in a “filmmaker’s craft” sort of way. It just isn’t all that compelling of a story. Again, Fear and Desire, for me, is the most compelling of the first three films. I’m looking forward to watching his fourth movie, which I hope feels more like the mature Kubrick that I know and love.

Kubrick’s second: “Killer’s Kiss”

Killer’s Kiss, Kubrick to the right.

Continuing my Stanley Kubrick deep dive, I just watched his second film, Killer’s Kiss. This is a film noir from 1955, just a bit longer than an hour. The main character is a boxer; I have a soft spot for boxing movies that probably comes from watching Rocky as a kid. My favorite thing about the film, aside from the general “noir-ness” of it, is the really interesting and unusually shot boxing scenes. Kubrick wrote this story, which I have to confess I found underwhelming. I thought his first film (Fear and Desire) was far more interesting as a psychological thriller. But visually I can see the improvements from first movie to second. Overall, though, Fear and Desire was a better watch, and felt more like Kubrick to me.

A deep dive… into Kubrick?

Sometimes I go down a rabbit hole. It usually starts out randomly. In this case, I was reading an article about Christmas movies that aren’t really Christmas movies, but are set during Christmastime. One of these movies, maybe the least Christmas-y of all, is Eyes Wide Shut, Stanley Kubrick’s last film. I remember seeing that movie in the theater. It got very mixed reviews. I remember that it was very creepy, but strangely compelling. I’ve watched it several times over the years, and like most Kubrick films it has all sorts of details that you can’t notice the first time you watch it. I think it’s very underrated. I consider it to be one of Kubrick’s best.

Filming Fear and Desire, Kubrick to right.

But now I’m determined to watch all of Kubrick’s movies in chronological order. The first is a 1952 film, just an hour long. It’s called Fear and Desire, and it’s a (not surprisingly) anti-war (not surprisingly) psychological thriller of sorts. It reminds me of The Twilight Zone, but of course it predates that show. I wonder if Rod Serling was influenced by it at all?

If you like, you can watch it online for free at this link.

I love the opening narration (not written by Kubrick):

There is a war in this forest. Not a war that has been fought, nor one that will be, but any war. And the enemies who struggle here do not exist unless we call them into being. This forest then, and all that happens now is outside history. Only the unchanging shapes of fear and doubt and death are from our world. These soldiers that you see keep our language and our time, but have no other country but the mind.

Fear and Desire

The Bob Ross thing…

A couple of years back I bought this here 16-piece Bob Ross painting kit for my wife. She actually makes lovely abstract paintings, but she’s self-taught mostly. The Bob Ross kit was part of a WGBH public TV fundraiser, so I went ahead and made the big donation. I thought she’d have fun with it, and maybe get a new trick or two up her sleeve.

It turns out, my wife can’t stand Bob Ross’s paintings.

I mean, they’re more “decorative art” than “art art”. Agreed. But I just love his instructional videos. I watched them even as a kid because they were so soothing. That’s before anyone ever knew or talked about ASMR. Sometimes people call Bob Ross the original ASMRtist.

I still watch his videos all the time on YouTube. I find them mesmerizing.

I’m going to take the kit into my wife’s studio and give it a shot. I have zero artistic ability, when it comes to visual art. But why not give it a try? Hopefully it will be fun, whatever the final product turns out to be.

One thing that I wish… Ross always painted Alaskan-inspired landscapes. It seems like all of his mountains are pointy “new” mountains. I wish he gave more tips for painting elderly east coast Appalachian-type mountains. Maybe I’ll figure it out. Or not.

This Thanksgiving, I’m grateful for the opportunity to try new things. I’m grateful for teachers and instructors. I’m grateful for a little free time now and then. I’m grateful for a sunny day like it is today. I’m grateful for my wife. I’m even grateful for Bob Ross.

“Come in, Number 7, Your Time’s Up!”

Come in, number 7, your time’s up!” yells Ringo Starr during his extended scene in A Hard Day’s Night. He’s along the river and is teasing (or “taking the mickey” out of) the folks who rent out boats.

It has recently hit me that the Silent Generation is really aging. That’s the generation that got sandwiched between the GI Generation (with all its glory) and the Baby Boomers (with their numbers and culture-shifting power). I’ve lost several Silent Generation folks that I love in recent times. And several others that I know and love are failing (I hate that term) in various ways. It feels like their days are starting to be numbered, and that’s what made me think of the “your time’s up” quotation – though it’s not funny in this context.

It hits me hard that this generation is largely living in its final decade or so. Partly, as a member of Generation X, I relate to the Silent Generation. We were born into a similar generational situation, sandwiched between the Baby Boomers and the huge (and culture-shifting) Millennials. Small, slightly cynical, power-challenged generations, unite!

But also, the Silent Generation is largely the generation that raised me. The Baby Boomers were like the cool “big kids”, kind of like big sisters/big brothers/older siblings. But my father was, and my mother is, a member of the Silent Generation. Most of my school teachers and many of my troop leaders and music teachers and coaches were members of the Silent Generation.

I am “precious-ing” them (to turn the adjective into a verb, forgive me). I can never repay all that the Silent Generation has given me, and my generation. I am grateful.