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It was as if the fifties had been compelled to execute a tortuous slow-motion exposure of words and deeds and bodies, all snap and timing lost, every blow landing a bit more heavily than intended. A ponderous heaving and flailing approximated passion. In the midst of the wide-screen carnival arose grotesque parodies of the body: Jayne Mansfield, whose figure cracked men's eyeglasses and made milk boil over, and Jerry Lewis, a demon of hyperactive self-abasement sprung from some terminally inarticulate and uncoordinated netherworld. In them the body became loud. The movies in which they appeared - like the primary-colored sets that framed their gags - seemed to collapse around them.
By means of the close-up the camera in the days of the silent film revealed also hidden mainsprings of a life which we had thought we already knew so well.
But a good film with its close-ups reveals the most hidden parts in our polyphonous life , and teaches us to see the intricate visual details of life...
With its mangy, anonymous sets, lower-class heroes who treat themselves as sages, and the primitivism (the lack of cutting, rawness with actors, whole violent episodes shot in one take), Steel Helmet antedates Godard's equally propagandist work. From the bald and bereft sets to the ponderous, quirky messages that are written on small bits of paper and mailed out of the film like little newspapers (Please help Baldy to grow some Hair), his mangy characters are stubborn cousins to the similarly blocky ones that fight a war near Godard's Santa Cruz. The countries involved are just as unknown , and below both careers is this obsession with renegades, people straddling two worlds, the sane and insane (Shock Corridor), the bourgeois and the revolutionary (La Chinoise).Manny Farber, Farber on Film (pg. 670)
That the process of showing movies was physical, controllable, and infinitely repeatable provided a definite sense of security: the strips of film wrapped around the reel, looped through the slot, guided by sprocket holes past the lightbeam. Dust glistened in the ray that bisected the room. The projector gave off a characteristic smell of heated metal which became the smell of resurrection, the odor of yards and bodies brought to life out of nothing. The odor of mere blur: the shoulder hurtling beyond the camera range, the clump of red jacket blocking out light, the sloppily truncated grin, the unanticipitaed incursions of shadow and glare. The motion of the pictures was demonstrably organic by its jerkiness and chaos: an eerie alternate life form.Geoffrey O'Brien, The Phantom Empire: Movies in the Mind of the 20th Century
What has happened is that our critical senses have been numbed by the stuff that we've been seeing and the concept that more is better. We give awards not to the best direction but the the most direction. We give awards not to the best acting but to the most acting. People think that if they don't "see" the acting, there must be something wrong with it. The performances in Road to Nowhere are the best in any movie I've made, and that's because, in the casting process, I didn't look at performances. I didn't go onto YouTube to look at Shannyn Sossamon, for instance. What I looked for was people talking on talk shows or, if those were not available, I met with them in person. I didn't ask for readings or anything like that. I wanted to capture the essence of these people as people. It's not about acting; in fact it's about not acting, and it's kind of a revolution. I'm not the only one who's into this obviously. Again, there's an assumption that because these are people who have never been seen before, they can't be any good. And it's just the reverse-they're better than most familiar actors.Monte Hellman, Cineaste Interview (Vol. XXXVII, No.3)