Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sherlock Holmes Is a Pimp: Cold Weather

COLD WEATHER (Aaron Katz, US, HD, 2010, 96 mins.)

"Sherlock Holmes is a pimp." --Carlos (Raúl Castillo) to Doug (Cris Lankenau) A forensic science student stumbles into a mystery in writer/direc- tor Aaron Katz's third and most accomplished feature. It begins af- ter Doug (Quiet City's Cris Lankenau) moves back to Portland from Chicago to room with his sister, Gail (United 93's Trieste Kelly Dunn). Until he finds a job, he comes and goes as he pleases, but she follows a more set schedule. In the opening sequence, though, Doug does con- vince her to leave early one day for a trip to atmospheric Cannon Beach. This sets the scene for their relationship, as well as the entire film. By the end, these virtual strangers will have reestablished old family ties. Not long afterward, Doug finds work at an ice factory, telling the man- ager that he's undecided about finishing his degree. He works nights with Carlos (Raúl Castillo, a sparky presence), a part-time disc jockey. When Carlos asks about his area of expertise, Doug explains, "I don't really want to be a CSI-type detective. I want to be more like Sherlock Hol- mes." He proceeds to turn Carlos on to the Sir Conan Doyle series.

Then, Doug's ex-girlfriend, Rachel (Robyn Rikoon), who says she's been working in a Chicago law office, drops by for a visit while in town for training. At their first meeting, she seems a little out of sorts, but the four go on to form a comfortable social unit. Along the way, Carlos invites Rachel to join him for a Star Trek Convention, since she's the only one who expresses any interest-- suffice to say, he's a man of surprises--but when he subsequent- ly invites her to check out one of his DJ nights, she never shows. At first, Doug doubts that anything is amiss, even though Rachel left her motel lights on and stopped answering the phone, but Carlos con- vinces him otherwise. Previously, he had laughed at the Holmes-Watson dynamic--"Elementary, my dear Watson," he sniffed--yet he comes to ful- fill that function once Doug gets on board, which makes Gail a Hermione to their Harry-Ron combo, if you'll pardon the Harry Potter reference. The trio starts by retracing Rachel's steps: examining her room and fol- lowing up on the clues she left behind, like a phone number and a porn site handbill. Whereas a different filmmaker might turn to darker lighting or heavier music, Katz takes the opposite tack: the tone becomes bright- er and looser as the amateur investigation kicks into high gear (he re- ceives a helpful assist from the inventive Keegan DeWitt, his regular composer). Doug even picks up a certain Holmes affectation to get him- self in the optimum frame of mind (not the deerstalker cap, fortunately). Unlike the BBC's recent Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch as a contemporary version of Doyle's detective--to Martin Freeman's Wat- son--Cold Weather doesn't draw from the same source, but Katz nev- er shies away from the inspiration. Despite the use of cell phones and computers, Doug's approach is essentially low-tech, which is to say, an- ti-CSI. Instead, he relies on library research, stake-outs, and disguises. As in Dance Party, USA and Quiet City, Katz, by way of DP Andrew Reed, chooses his compositions with care. They don't feel studied, but they al- ways look just right, which is important, since he favors static shots, an unhurried pace, and naturalistic performances. Like the Chris Doyle-shot Paranoid Park, Portland comes alive as wet, green, and mysterious. Be- cause Katz tends to works with inexperienced or non-actors, there isn't a lot of technique on display, but the characters register as believable. That said, if you're expecting a big reveal or a fast-paced wrap-up, you may leave disappointed. Though the ending took me by surprise-- I was expecting an epilogue--it makes perfect sense when you think a- bout it: Doug proves himself the detective he was always meant to be. Cold Weather plays the Northwest Film Forum March 11-17 at 7 and 9:15pm. The NWFF is located at 1515 12th Ave. between Pike and Pine on Capitol Hill. For more in- formation, please click here. Image from IONCINEMA/IFC.

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Thursday, March 3, 2011

She's Lost Control: The Woodmans

THE WOODMANS (C. Scott Willis, USA, 2010, Digi- Beta, 82 mins) 

If Francesca Woodman hadn't killed herself, it's doubtful that C. Scott Willis's provocative film would exist. There are, after all, other talented 22-year-old photographers who haven't merited their own documentaries. Similarly, photographer-turned-filmmaker Anton Corbijn's Control probably wouldn't exist if Ian Curtis hadn't hung himself, and yet Joy Division was an undeniably influential band whose legacy has long outlived its lead singer.

On the contrary, I hadn't heard of Francesca until I read about The Woodmans in The New York Times. From Stephen Holden's review, I also learned about her parents, George and Betty Woodman, who have been married for over 50 years. The film wouldn't exist without them either, since Willis has produced a group portrait (as if the title didn't give that away).

 
The story begins in Boulder, where George taught at the University of Colorado (as a child, I lived in UC campus housing for a semester while my stepfather was getting his law degree). Tellingly, he describes children Francesca and Charlie, a video artist, as "these sort of gift calamities." 
 
George and Betty continued to produce art while their kids were growing up, and earned enough to buy a home in Italy, where Francesca started sketching. If she inherited their interest in art, her parents worry that they spent more time creating than parenting. Says Charlie about his mother, who was raised in a Jewish family, "She doesn't really practice a religion. Art was sort of the religion for her." George says his daughter picked up photography in boarding school (Phillips Exeter Academy, according to her ID card) and studied the subject at the Rhode Island School of Design. 

By 1979, all three artists were living and working in New York. Willis weaves Francesca's photographs and video pieces throughout the narrative. In most, she appears nude, indicating a certain comfort with her own sexuality and Pre-Raphaelite appearance. In light of her suicide, however, which looms unavoidably, there may have been more to it than that (other female and male subjects appear without clothes). 
 
Also, in some images, like the one at the top of this entry, she looks like a blur or a ghost. If she were still alive, that might not seem quite so eerie, but that's what happens when someone takes their own life: every move can look like a rehearsal for death. 

To add perspective, Willis interviews classmates, as well as neighbor Patricia Sawin, who found Francesca's photos "a little scary," and friend Edwin Frank (editor, New York Review of Books), who acknowledges a crush. In addition, Willis adds words (via on-screen text) from her journal to bring Francesca's voice into play. That she kept one at all invites speculation as to whether she knew it would one day become public. 
 
An unabashed fan, George says Francesca's work made his look "stupid," but who's to say that it wasn't also morbid and self-indulgent? I find it intriguing, but it makes me feel like a voyeur. And her parents admit that her "tragic story" adds to the allure. 
 
Until she moved to New York, though, Francesca's story wasn't really tragic. Unfortunately, she expected instant success. The problem isn't that she over-estimated her worth, but that her expectations weren't realistic. And that's the point at which things fell apart, despite encouragement from friends, relatives, and colleagues. 
 
If I sound cynical, it's because I believe Francesca was an artist in the truest sense, with all the single-mindedness and arrogance that implies. Everyone thought she was special--herself above all. Even her father uses the term "self-preoccupation." Granted, she wasn't the first photographer to make herself her primary subject, but you could hardly compare her to Cindy Sherman, who seems like an actress in comparison, since she takes on a different persona for most every print. 

Francesa Woodman died believing she was unique, and she was. Her beautiful, fascinating, intriguing work will live on, and she'll loom larger in history than her parents, despite their enduring devotion to their respective crafts. It doesn't seem fair. But I also prefer her work to theirs.   
The Woodmans concludes tonight, Mar 3, at Northwest Film Forum. The NWFF is located at 1515 12th Ave between Pike and Pine. For more information, please click here. Images from Kino Lorber.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The Somewhere of Gregg Araki's Kaboom

KABOOM
(Gregg Araki,
US, 2010, 35-
mm, 86 mins.)



"I don't really be-
lieve in standardized
sexual pigeonholes."
--Smith (Thomas Dekker)

From the opening sequence alone, it's clear that Gregg Araki is back on familiar turf. This is good news for fans of The Doom Generation, Totally Fucked Up, and Nowhere, his teen apocalypse trilogy, but bad news for those expecting another Mysterious Skin. Time will tell if he'll ever make
a movie that gritty again (he followed it up with the loopy Smiley Face).

He introduces his latest lead, Smith (The Sarah Connor Chronicles' Thomas
Dekker, likably low-key), a "perpetually horny" film student at an unnam-
ed So-Cal college, as he's talking about his dreams. In one blue-tinged ep-
isode, he makes love with his roommate, when in reality Thor (Chris Zyl-
ka, believably stupid), a surfer who sleeps in the raw, prefers women.
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Like many Araki protagonists, Smith swings both ways. When he isn't dreaming about the "excruciatingly hot" Thor, he's kvetching about him
to his best friend, Stella (Haley Bennett, whose blasé act gets old fast).
The combination of three lookers--there will be others--also reinforces
Araki's abiding interest in triangles of lust. While Stella majors in art,
Thor aims to suck his own dick (hey, it pays to have ambition!).



The apocalypse enters the picture via the Messiah (Araki vet James
Duval), Smith's RA, who claims that the end of the world is nigh (and
dresses like Adam Brody's dealer in Smiley Face). Then Smith starts
to run into people from his dreams, like spacey-eyed Madeleine (Nicole LaLiberte), who appears to meet her maker at the hands of men in animal masks, and Lorelei (Fat Girl's Roxane Mesquida), a lesbian witch who has the hots for Stella (and recalls The Doom Generation's Rose McGowan).

Smith has a fling of his own with London (director Julien Temple's cute, uninhibited, fuzzy-haired daughter, Juno, who previously appeared in A-
tonement
), a British chick with a thing for gay boys. He makes plans with
a few gents, too, including a bashful fellow who tracks him down through Explosions in the Sky's Facebook page (a nice touch on Araki's part).

If Mysterious Skin took place in the real
world--Scott
Heim's life in-
spired the nov-
el which fueled
Araki's adapta-
tion--Kaboom
inhabits a more
stylized realm.
Characters
may experi-
ence real feelings, but they don't talk like real people. Instead the slang-intensive dialogue comes on like an R-rated version of Buffy or The Gilmore Girls.

In the end, it plays like a paranormal teen romance with all the boobs,
blood, and blue language that those books--and the attendant movies
and television shows--tend to leave out. I could do without a few of the
ick-making scenes (Smith has a habit of walking into puking girls and
onto dog shit), but this is definitely one of Araki's more accomplished
efforts. If you enjoyed the teen-apocalypse films, do not pass go.

If not, you may want to take a pass, though it's hard not to admire the
way he brings all the disparate story strands together at the end with
a takedown of Scientology, doomsday cults, homophobes, and pseudo-
Christian sci-fi twaddle about Chosen Ones. I particularly enjoyed the
New Order/Joy Division allusions--after all, post-punk has always been
as much a part of Araki World as the lovingly shot bisexual three-way.



Kaboom plays the Northwest
Film Forum from 2/25 - 3/3 at
7 and 9pm. The NWFF is locat-
ed at 1515 12th Ave. between
Pike and Pine on Capitol Hill.
For more information, please click here. Images from IFC.
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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Kind of Blue: Guy and Madeline on a Park Bench

GUY AND MADELINE ON A PARK BENCH (Damien Cha- zelle, US, 2009, Digibeta, 82 mins.) "No movie I've seen this year has given me more joy." -- J. Hoberman, The Village Voice During the short film-like opening credits to Damien Chazelle's jazz mu- sical, Guy (musician Jason Palmer) and Madeline (film professor Desiree Garcia) appear to break up. As the credits end, Madeline sits alone on a park bench, but Chazelle's film actually begins some time after that. The 25-year-old Harvard graduate shot his debut in 16mm B&W and es- chews expository dialogue, so I didn't realize at first that the story unfolds primarily in Boston--it looks nothing like the city in The Town--but it's clear that Madeline sings and that Guy plays the trumpet (Filmmaker Maga- zine coined the term "mumblemusical," which isn't too far off the mark).
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Springing organically from the slender narrative, the music sequences occur in clubs, public squares, and restaurants. In one bit, the wait staff joins Madeline in a tap routine (there's also tapping at a house party). Chazelle captures the duo as they lead their separate, but parallel liv- es: goofing around with friends, fending off street vendors, and getting hit on by sad strangers. A recent MFA graduate, Madeline rents a room, gets a job, and dates an older man (played by the director's father, Bernard), while Guy hangs out with his girlfriend, Elena (Sandha Khin). Though the characters run in the same circles, they keep missing each other. Chazelle is patient and attentive. When he isn't filming Guy and Made- line from the back, he's moving in for close-ups. Consequently, I was bored for the first half-hour, but the scenario grows more absorbing on- ce the protagonists register as distinct individuals. It doesn't hurt that they're so interesting-looking: Guy has delicate features (he appears to be of Caribbean descent), while Madeline has full lips and a gap be- tween her teeth (features that have done Béatrice Dalle no harm). So, they don't re-connect until the end, except Chazelle doesn't indicate whether they're getting together to say one last goodbye or starting all over again. Instead of a duet, then, the film consists of a series of solos. Though I was initially skeptical of the Godard and Cassavetes compari- sons, it does recall Band of Outsiders and Shadows at times, especially when Madeline dances around the diner. By the conclusion, the movie had won me over. Most impressive: the classic-sounding original songs. Guy and Madeline on a Park Bench continues at the Northwest Film Forum through 1/13 at 7 and 9pm. The NWFF is located at 1515 12th Ave. between Pike and Pine on Capitol Hill. For more infor- mation, please click here. Im- ages from Variance Films.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Movies for Music Lovers: 2010 Edition

Click here for the 2009 edition

Some of these films premier- ed in the US in 2009, but didn't make their way to Seattle until 2010, in which case I deferred to local release dates. Some missed the city altogether, in which case I caught up via DVD. Altogether, I saw around 250 films, and wrote about most of them for Amazon, Siffblog, and Video Librarian.

The Tops 1. Fish Tank (Andrea Arnold)
2. The White Ribbon / Das Weisse Band (Michael Haneke)
3. The Social Network (David Fincher) 
4. A Prophet / Un Prophète (Jacques Audiard)  
5. Animal Kingdom (David Michôd)   
6. Carlos (Olivier Assayas)
7. The King's Speech (Tom Hooper)  
8. Greenberg (Noah Baumbach)
9. Daddy Longlegs (Josh and Ben Safdie)
10. The Red Riding Trilogy (Julian Jarrold, James Marsh, Anand Tucker)

Note: If I had gotten the chance to see Fish Tank and The White Ribbon in '09, The Social Network would top this list. Last year's #1: The Hurt Locker.

Runners-up:  
11. The Kids Are All Right (Lisa Cholodenko)  
12. Black Swan (Darren Aronofsky)  
13. The Fighter (David O. Russell)  
14. Sweetgrass (Ilisa Barbash and Lucien Castaing-Taylor)  
15. Please Give (Nicole Holofcener)  
16. Mother and Child (Rodrigo García)  
17. Police, Adjective / Politist, Adjectiv (Corneliu Porumboiu)  
18. Never Let Me Go (Mark Romanek)  
19. Mid-August Lunch / Pranzo di Ferragosto (Gianni Di Gregorio)  
20. The Ghost Writer (Roman Polanski)

Note: I've been saying all year that Annette Bening gives an even better per- formance in Mother and Child than in The Kids Are All Right...but no one noticed.

Second Runners-up:  
21. Everyone Else / Alle Anderen (Maren Ade)  
22. The New Year Parade (Tom Quinn)  
23. 127 Hours (Danny Boyle)
24. Somewhere (Sofia Coppola)  
25. True Grit (Joel and Ethan Coen) 
26. Nowhere Boy (Sam Taylor-Wood)  
27. The Hedgehog / Le Hérisson (Mona Achache) 
28. Mother / Madeo (Bong Joon Ho)  
29. A Town Called Panic / Panique au Village (Stéphane Aubier and Vincent Patar)  
30. The Runaways (Floria Sigismondi)

Also worthy of note: 44 Inch Chest, The American, Blue Valentine, Cen- turion, Crazy Heart, The Company Men, Disgrace, The Eclipse, Farewell / L'Affaire Farewell, Get Low, The Girl on the Train / La Fille du RER, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo / Män Som Hatar Kvinnor, Hereafter, Hipsters / Stil- yagi, Howl, I Am Love / Io Sono l'Amore, The Killer Inside Me, The Maid / La Nana, My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done?, The Night Catches Us, No One Knows about Persian Cats / Kasi Az Gorbehaye Irani Khabar Nadar- eh, Passenger Side, Rabbit Hole, Soul Kitchen, The Town, White Mater- ial, Wild Grass / Les Herbes Folles, A Woman, a Gun and a Noodle Shop / San Qiang Pai an Jing Qi, and HBO's You Don't Know JackDocumentaries: 1. The Tillman Story (Amir Bar-Lev) 2. The Oath (Laura Poitras) 3. Jean-Michel Basquiat - The Radiant Child (Tamra Davis) 4. Sweethearts of the Prison Rodeo (Brad Beesley) 5. Inside Job (Charles Ferguson) 6. The Beaches of Agnès / Les Plages d'Agnès (Agnès Varda) 7. Joan Rivers - A Piece of Work (Anne Sundberg and Ricki Stern) 8. Exit Through the Gift Shop (Banksy) 9. Marwencol (Jeff Malmberg) 10. I Am Secretly an Important Man (Peter Sillen)

Also worthy of note: Beautiful Darling, Casino Jack & the United States of Money, Client 9 - The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer, Countdown to Zero, Four Seasons Lodge, Garbage Dreams, Glenn Gould - The Genius Within, Mine, Rio Breaks, Kings of Pastry, La Danse - Le Ballet de l'Opéra de Paris, LennoNYC, Pray the Devil Back to Hell, Prodigal Sons, Rush - Beyond the Lighted Stage, She's a Boy I Knew, Strange Powers - Stephin Merritt and the Magnetic Fields, Two in the Wave, Waiting for Superman, The Way We Get By, When You're Strange, If God Is Willing and Da Creek Don't RiseReissues and Rediscoveries: 1. House / Hausu (Nobuhiko Ôbayashi) 2. Léon Morin, Priest / Léon Morin, Prêtre (Jean-Pierre Melville) 3. Le Amiche / The Girlfriends (Michelangelo Antonioni) 4. Mamma Roma (Pier Paolo Pasolini) 5. Wild River (Elia Kazan) 6. Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence (Nagisa Ôshima) 7. Tie: The Only Son / There Was a Father (Yasujirô Ozu) 8. Roger Corman's Cult Classics: Rock & Roll High School (Allan Arkush) and Suburbia (Penelope Spheeris) 9. Senso (Luchino Visconti) 10. The River (Jean Renoir)

Note: Mamma Roma marked my introduction to Pasolini. It's as good a place to start as any; I suspect I won't enjoy his other films as much. Missed (or haven't seen yet): Air Doll, Biutiful, Certified Copy, Dogtooth, Enter the Void, The Illusionist, I'm Still Here, Kick- Ass, The Complete Metropolis, Of Gods and Men, Poetry, Se- cret Sunshine, Shutter Island, The Strange Case of Angeli- ca, Toy Story 3, Uncle Boon- mee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, Waste Land. Yes, I did see: Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.

Endnote: Cross-posted here. Images from Cinema Enthusiast.

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Five Days of Claire Denis' White Material

WHITE
MATERIAL

(Claire Denis,
France, 2010,
unrated, 108 minutes)


Coffee's
coffee.
Not worth
dying for.

-- A work-
er to Maria

Since the 1980s, French filmmaker Claire Denis has alternated between big movies, like 1999's Beau Travail, and smaller ones, like 2002's Friday Night (Vendredi Soir). Regardless as to their breadth and scope, there's an intimacy to all of her films as she observes her characters closely, allows each scene to breathe, and keeps dialogue to a bare minimum.

From the start, White Material registers as one of her more ambitious
productions. Clad in a light cotton dress, a foundation-free Isabelle Huppert wanders alone through a devastated landscape before Denis reveals her character's identity and the (general) location of the story.




Maria Vial (Huppert) turns out to be someone who believes she's special--and maybe she is. A coffee plantation owner, she lives in an unnamed African nation filled with, in her words, "dirty whites." As the French army leaves, they recommend she do the same. Her neighbors also hasten her departure, but Maria needs five days to put her crops in order. While the soldiers fly away in a helicopter, she whispers under her breath, "Pretentious, arrogant, ignorant." Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Meanwhile, an injured boxer (Chocolat's Isaach De Bankolé) heads
towards her remote property. Along the way, he passes rows of dead
bodies that recall the genocide in Rwanda. Then, he spots a band of
child soldiers, one of whom cradles a gold lighter bearing the initials
A.V. (he took it from Maria's property). "White material," he calls it.

When they meet, the Boxer asks Maria if she's seen his
uncle. She says she hasn't,
but she allows him to stay.

After her workers split the
scene, she leaves him be-
hind to look for replacements, while her father-in-law (The Intruder's
Michel Subor) calmly takes a bath and her son, Manuel (Nicolas Du-
vauchelle), tries to sleep away the day. All the while, a pirate radio
DJ encourages the rebels to hunt the Boxer down and kill him.

Maria runs into her husband, André (a nicely subdued Christophe
Lambert), while rounding up workers. He neglects to tell her that he's
been trying to sell the plantation. Along with her young stepson, they
head back to the ranch. Though she's extended their stay for econom-
ic reasons, she endangers her family by doing so. A good provider can
still be a bad parent. Similarly: bravery can register as recklessness.

***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Nothing's mine, but I'm in charge.
-- Maria to a worker
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

While she goes about her business, the child soldiers sneak into her house. They rifle through the Vial belongings and humiliate a family member, who takes the abuse particularly poorly. I was hoping Denis wouldn't go to ex-
tremes to make her point, but the film takes a proto-punk page from Mar-
tin Scorsese's Taxi Driver playbook, and I found that development deep-
ly disappointing. What was subtle becomes, for a time, overstated.

The situation worsens from there, but at least Denis moves away from the
vigilante subplot. Suffice to say, the person who goes crazy was probably
disturbed in the first place. Though I can understand why Denis is critical
of Maria, and people like her, she takes it too far. Granted, movies about white privilege are rarely fun, and there's no reason they should be, but Denis is rarely so cynical. That doesn't make White Material a bad mo-
vie--and Huppert offers great value--but it certainly makes it a bummer.



White Material continues at the Harvard Exit through 12/24.
The theater is located at 4500 9th Avenue NE on Capitol Hill.
For more information, please click here. Images from IFC.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Cretin Hop, Part Two: Rock 'n' Roll High School

ROCK 'N' ROLL HIGH SCHOOL: Special Edition
(Allan Arkush, US, 1979, 84 mins.)
"When we found out Roger Corman was behind the picture, we said, sure, we'll doit because we knew he had a reputation and we knew he made good movies."
-- Johnny Ramone (1948-2004)


As with Hair and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Rock 'n' Roll High School pivots around the idea that the freaks have something to teach the squares, namely: how to live.

Unlike its predecessors, Allan Arkush's first feature crosses the line separating the transgressive from the anarchic. Rocky Horror also builds to a big finish, but it's a tragedy (the failure of an impossible dream), not a triumph (fantasy made flesh).
Vince Van Patten plays the designated Brad: football captain Tom Roberts. Kate (Dey Young) is the cute nerd who'd give anything to be his girl; a future Janet, you might say. Principal Togar (Mary Woronov, doing her best Eve Arden impression) wishes more students would follow his lead. Death Race 2000 director Paul Bartel (Woronov's husband) plays Mr. McGree, a music teacher who longs to let his freak flag fly. By introducing these four dweebs in a row, Arkush sets the scene: before the film comes to an end, rock 'n' roll will set them free or eat them alive.



Instead of a male rebel rocker, Arkush and co-writers Richard Whitley and Russ Dvonch, who plays the Harold Lloyd-inspired "Freshman," offer a female: Riff Randell (P.J. Soles). Sure, she's a Ramones fan, but she's also a go-getter, a DJ who wants to write songs for the band.
More popular than cool, Tom could get any girl at Vince Lombardi High School, but he covets Riff, who lusts after leggy lead singer Joey Ramone, so he seeks advice from school fixer Eaglebauer (Clint Howard), a sort of freaky square.

In the first of four commentary tracks, Whitley explains that he originally envisioned the scenario with the Yardbirds, while Roger Corman encouraged the team to call the film Disco High in an attempt to ride Saturday Night Fever's box office-busting coattails.
Other artists under consideration included Todd Rundgren, Cheap Trick, Van Halen, and Devo, while Richard Meltzer, Darby Crash, and Pat Smear all show up as extras.

Meanwhile, the NYC-based Ramones enter the L.A. scene by performing in a moving convertible--like something out of Grease, but hipper (Joey's even chomping on chicken vindaloo). Riff buys everyone tickets to the concert, and the anarchy begins.
Though Arkush and Co. fail to explain where she got $1000 (100 X $10), this is the kind of film where it doesn't really matter. She has her own bathroom, so her unseen family must have money, and for once, that's okay.

Then Togar relieves Randell of her tickets until she wins them back through a radio contest. Instead of Tom, she takes Kate. Naturally, everyone ends up at the show, except for the principal (even McGree can be seen bopping about in his beret).
Unlike Suburbia, which features a few different bands at one gig, the Ramones receive a generous amount of time, and they deliver a great set--the way "Teenage Lobotomy" comes complete with subtitles that grow as the song goes along adds to the fun.

After Togar banishes rock from the school, the students take their revenge with support from Da Bruddas and, by extension, the MC5 (the riot occurs while Riff's copy of Back in the USA plays on the public address system). The famously fiery ending builds on previous teen-revenge touchstones like Jean Vigo's Zero for Conduct and Lindsay Anderson's If..., influences the filmmaker readily acknowledges in his commentary.

Part of the reason Rock 'n' Roll High School works so well is that it offers the kind of throwaway gags that filled the pages of Mad magazine. Brownsville Station's "Smokin' in the Boy's Room" doesn't just set the scene for a cloud of cigarette smoke, but for drug deals and hookah parties--all taking place within the same restroom.
See also: the paper airplane, the pinhead, the scalper, the nuns, and the giant mouse (truly a masterstroke). Says Arkush, "A lot of this stuff was just sort of made up on the spot." For my money, the only gag that doesn't work concerns the cafeteria-worker food-pelting. Compared to the rest of this good-natured film, it's unnecessarily cruel.

Additional extras on this special edition Shout Factory disc include the press book, photo galleries, radio spots, script pages from deleted scenes, and three more commentary tracks: Corman and Young; Arkush, Howard, and Soles (she admits it took some time to get into the Ramones); and Whitley and Dvonch (second unit director Joe Dante receives a story credit). In the first track, producer Michael Finnell joins Arkush and Whitley.

In his introduction, Arkush, who went on to create Crossing Jordan and Heroes, says that Rock 'n' Roll High School "has a very, very special place in my heart." According to Corman, it was shot in 15 days for around $200,000 (Arkush remembers a 20-day shoot).
Against all odds, the film made its way to Anchorage, AK where I caught a screening at the Fireweed Theater. Though they had just released their fourth LP, Road to Ruin, I had no idea who the Ramones were, but I loved the film. I still do.

Previous: Suburbia. Next: Ladies and Gentleman, the Fabulous Stains.



Roger Corman wanted the poster look exactly like the one for National Lampoon's Animal House. He got his wish. Image from TampaBay.com.