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Phillip Winn — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 12:00:00 EDT

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Calendar Movies: North by Northwest

Mat Brewster — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 03:49:54 EDT

For Christmas I received a brilliant calendar with movie posters from the classic age of cinema. Each month I have decided to have a dinner party culminating in a viewing of that particular month's movie.Recently, I had lunch with the human resources director at my place of employment. Both she and the chief operations officer were down to my office for the day and I invited them out to Cracker Barrel (it was a cheap maneuver as my boss was out of town, and I knew they'd pay for the food). I needed the COO as a buffer between me and HR because last time I had lunch with Human Resources I got drilled on my opinion on everything from our company values to how the janitorial staff is doing.It worked perfectly, I got a good meal paid for, and the COO kept us distracted by trying to win that little triangle peg game all Cracker Barrels leave on the table. It's quite a thing to see your boss's boss's boss cursing at a children's game because it says he's an "ignoramous."The toughest question I had to field from HR was about my favorite movie. I chose Casablanca, much to the surprise of my questioner. Now, at 30, I'm not anywhere near a young whippersnapper, but I guess I'm still pretty far removed from an ancient classic like that.The thing is, I really dig the old movies. I'm the kind of guy who goes to Blockbuster and heads for the center rows, not the outside aisles with new releases. I suppose this is a strange thing, when kids today haven't even seen Star Wars much less The Third Man.Seriously, the first time I found out someone at work had never seen Star Wars I nearly fell out of my comfy office chair. It is as bewildering to realize that a film that means so much to me and my generation could be a relic to a new generation.But maybe this is just me. I prefer Turner Classic Movies to HBO. I'd rather watch Humphrey Bogart than Tom Cruise. Black and white is much sexier then high definition super color.Watching a movie like this month's Calendar Movie, North by Northwest I'm struck by the notion that it's not so different from your summer Hollywood blockbuster these days.You've got one of the biggest stars working at the time, Cary Grant, working with an A-list director, Alfred Hitchcock; that's like Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg working together. The story is full of big action, lots of laughs and brimming with sexuality. It would play perfectly in today's multiplexes It's the sex that struck me in this viewing. No, there isn't any nudity, or hard core action. There isn't even any soft core action, or anything more than some kissing. But the dialogue is boiling over with innuendo and double entendres. And if you're going to have double entendres, who better than Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint to do it?Beyond the sex there is more action and twists than a porno staring Gumby and Pokey. The famous cropduster scene still excites beyond what most CGI adventures can muster in an entire film. So I ask myself again, why do brilliant, solid pieces of filmmaking like this get left on dusty shelves to be replaced by boring, repetitive, unimaginative showcases of mediocrity? Is the movie going public so stuck on adrenaline-pumping and computer-generated eye candy that the classics are above their threshold of understanding?Partially I think that it is part of our cultural existence to get the newest, freshest product. We buy the new models of cars even though our old one rides just fine. We purchase the top of the line, brand new computer products because our six-month-old laptop is "outdated." No one stands around the water cooler talking about Hitchcock or Billy Wilder. We talk about box office receipts, and the new weekend releases. Hollywood asks us to. They can't afford for an audience to sit around watching worn out VHS copies of Ninotchka when they just spend 100 million dollars on the new Vin Diesel picture. Kids don't get hip credibility by wearing t-shirts with Peter Lorre on them. That's not the kids' fault, for if they had the chance to watch Lorre in M his picture would be right out there like Al Pacino in Scarface.I can't help but think if more people were exposed to classics like North by Northwest there would be no surprise when a young man stated his favorite movie was Casablanca.

Mat Brewster is an American stumbling as an ex-pat through the streets of Shanghai. He is helped by his lovely wife and an enormous piles of bootleg DVDs. He is chronicling his adventures in the Shanghai Diaries and musing on pop culture at The Midnight Cafe.

Calendar Movies: Ben-Hur

Mat Brewster — Fri, 10 Mar 2006 02:26:37 EST

"What are you doing this weekend?" a fellow coworker asked."I have to work Saturday and then I'm going to a maple syrup festival and then on to my in-laws in Palmyra, Indiana.""Oh, that's nice." Came the uninterested eye-rolled reply.The thing is, it was nice. My days of going to the clubs, to the bars, enjoying the scene are long gone, if, in fact, they ever existed. An enjoyable evening to me anymore is a well made home-cooked meal, a good DVD on the TV and a nice book to tuck me in at night.I turn 30 years old on March 25. A fact that both announces itself with every breath I take, and sneaks up on me every day.With each passing day I feel more the recluse, more the anti-social hermit. It's not that I don't like people, for I enjoy a number of folk's company. I like to laugh and tell stories and hang out. It's more that I don't feel the need to meet more people. The spark of excitement I once got at a room full of fresh faces is gone. Give me a small gathering in a familiar cozy setting and I'm much happier.When I started this concept of Calendar Movies I had visions of lavish parties where my guests would dress up as characters from this month's film and eat and drink and have the times of their lives. Yet the reality has become that the parties are small affairs. Three or four people come for a simple dinner and sit quietly throughout the films. Several times, I've gotten bewildered faces upon invitation to the party. As if why anyone would want to watch an old movie is simply beyond them. For The Wizard of Oz, I was even laughed at.So, it is fitting that I watched March's Calendar Movie with my in-laws, in their little home in small town, USA. For as long as I can remember I've had itchy feet. I just can't seem to stay in one place for very long. For this, I completely blame my dad. He is a home builder by trade and as a child he would build a house, move us in, then sell the house and move us into a rental. Then he'd build another one and start the vicious circle all over again. He built entire subdivisions over the years and I think I lived in every house on the block. I have never, ever lived in one home for more than a few years.This constant moving has stayed the same in my grown-up years. Since moving out 11 years ago I've lived in 9 cities, 6 states, and 2 countries. Though in many ways this has been exciting, I've also lost any sense of home. My life is packed away into boxes, always intending to be unpacked, but never settled before its time to move again.In the five years I've been with my wife, her parent's house has become my home. No, I've never truly lived there, but it has become all of those things I think of when I think of home - stability, warmth, and comfort. When my wife (then girlfriend) spent one summer in Montreal and our relationship, along with my career and life, were up in the air, I spent a few days in that little house in Palmyra. It was there I felt like things might be ok. It was there I found some sense of myself.It was there again that I sat last Saturday night watching Ben-Hur. And though the kids at work will continue to roll their eyes and laugh at me, and I know I'll never make the society pages, I've come to realize that it is there that I belong.

Calendar Movies: The Wizard of Oz

Mat Brewster — Mon, 27 Feb 2006 05:44:12 EST

For Christmas I received a brilliant calendar with movie posters from the classic age of cinema. Each month I have decided to have a dinner party culminating in a viewing of that particular month's movie. The continual beat of the baby drum has been getting louder and louder at Chez Brewster. I will turn 30 on March 25 which means my wife will turn the same six months later. With an empty crib and old age coming quickly, the old biological clock is drumming out all other sounds. No matter how much cotton I stick in my ears, in my ear I hear the ever constant shout of my wife saying, "Let's have a baby. Let's have a baby. Let's have a baby...now!"I finally relented. I finally gave in and...I got her a cat. That softened the drumming a little. The relentless chanting of "BABY - BABY - BABY" slowed down to a whisper. It was still there, but I could at least drown it out with an old episode of Moonlighting, or Ryan Adams' excellent, never released album Destroyer. For a little while anyway.Really, I know I'm on the losing end of an argument. Sooner or later I must give up and agree to have a child. In fact, I want to have children, just not now. I don't know when, and certainly I must admit the time is quickly becoming now, but the thought of how much I'll have to give up, at how much work children are, makes me want to wait a few more years.The other day, without provocation, and without discussion, in a nonchalant manner, my wife mentions that we'll start trying this summer. I was too shocked and too tired to attempt an argument. At this point I've pretty much given in to the idea.My friend, and coworker, Tim, keeps telling me to take his three children for the weekend. "Two days with my kids and she'll never want any of her own," he says.February's classic calendar movie is the Wizard of Oz. This, I thought, was the perfect opportunity to invite Tim and children over to test his theory. For $20 he promised to bribe his kids into behaving badly.In our typical, wait-till-the-last-minute approach, we hit the stores on Friday night in search of a copy of the movie. $50. That's what they are asking for some new whizbang 4-disk version of the Wizard of Oz. Fifty freaking bucks for a movie. We ran all over town looking for an earlier, cheaper version. Found a 2-disk special edition for $20 at Best Buy. Still more than I wanted to pay, but what can you do when you've invited guests over to watch a movie and it's too late for Netflix?Also invited were my co-supervisor Christina, her husband, and seven-month-old boy. Everybody arrived and Tim collected his 20 bucks. We had a very lovely lasagna dish with salad and breadsticks.None of the children were particularly badly behaved. Tim's kids range in age from about 5 to 11, and while they were not hellions at all, they were full of energy. What with the excitement of our cat and the 6-month-old baby they didn't know what to do. They ran around, wrestled and told me jokes. You know the ones: about the fat kid named Chubby, who you mimic by pressing your hands to your cheeks making them fat. After eating and some good chatting, Christina and family had to leave.The movie was put in and we all settled down to Dorothy, the Witch and Oz."Where's the color?" Tim's oldest, Brennan asked. This was followed by a continual, perpetual inquisition on why the film was in black and white.At first I thought this was some kind of complaint that the movie was in black and white. I remember being a kid and not wanting to watch old black and white films. After a minute, I realized the chanting wasn't some annoyance at old movies, but was in anticipation of Dorothy's arrival in Oz, where the film turns into a Technicolor dream. The Wizard of Oz is, of course, a classic. It is one of the world's most beloved films. My oldest memory of the film is watching it at my grandmother's house one summer. This was back in the days when it was shown annually on television. I was playing Twister with my cousins in the living room and watching the movie simultaneously. Whenever a scene with the Wicked Witch of the West would come on I run to my mother and close my eyes, only opening them when my mother said it was safe.The new DVD transfer looks marvelous. The contrast from the dreary, weary land of Kansas and the wild, swirling whirling colors of Oz is more vivid and amazing than ever before.After we got color, the kids mostly settled down, except for the occasional wisecrack from Brennan and a peculiar desire in all the kids in seeing a darker, horror version of the picture, where the Tin Man is a robotic vampire.The movie ended, delicious peanut butter pie was eaten and everybody when on their merry way."Let's have a baby," my wife said as we shut the door.Tell Tim I want my 20 bucks back.