Tuesday, January 22, 2013

House at the End of the Street

   This film was one of the high points of the Macabre Faire Film Festival at Mill River Manor in Rockville Centre, L.I. last weekend.   It stars Jennifer Lawrence and Elisabeth Shue as a mother and daughter who move into a house at the edge of a small town somewhere in rural America and Max Theriot as the sole survivor of a murder that happened some years before the beginning of the story.  Directed by Mark Tonderei, a very talented and highly aware young man who is a serious student of the horror/suspense genre it references such earlier films as Psycho, the Bette Davis classic Run, Run Sweet Sue and other previous masterpieces.  The conflict between mother and daughter and the budding romance between the mature yet rebellious high school girl and the darkly brooding yet handsome and sensitive young man next door, who is treated as a social pariah by the townfolk except the local sheriff set a perfect back drop for a meditation on small town intolerance, the stress of being an overworked single parent, and the type of Gothic rural tragedy reminiscent of To Kill A Mockingbird.  Ms. Lawrence is an established star since The Hunger Games, and Mr. Theriot is quite credibly a new James Dean.   Watch this space for an announcement when the film becomes available on Blue-Ray and listen to In Goth We Trust at wioxradio.org on Wednesday nights from 10-midnight for information about a future interview with the director of this beautiful psychological thriller.

The Hobbit

    It is my opinion that far and away the best thing about the Peter Jackson film version of the Hobbit is Sylvester McCoy as Ratagast the Brown.   Mr. McCoy beloved of Whovians as the most Chaplinesque doctor since Patrick Trouten and the most charming since Tom Baker, equaled only by Matt Smith in the current era, is the ultimate hippie psychedelic back to the land phantasy.  Rattagast as played by Mr. McCoy is equal parts Doctor Who and Doctor Doolittle and is a PETA members dream guy as he heals cute little animals while herocially saving the world while tripping on some good 'shrums....and yes that is clearly stated in the script by a snarky Sarumin the White brilliantly portrayed by Christopher Lee at his most villainous.
      Readers of this blog will be familiar with a nasty little statement from Tolkien's editor and son, Christopher Tolkien complaining about the liberties that were taken with his father's work, and his resentment that people are less interested in reading difficult epic verse such as The Lays of Belelerand which only an English Lit major can understand never mind appreciate, than in seeing the familiar characters that they've loved since childhood.
     The fact is that, although J.R. R. Tolkien clearly saw himself as the creator of a uniquely English mythology in a tour de force of Oxford don scholarship, he will be remembered and loved for his most accessible works, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy.  There is a perfectly sensible explanation why this is the case.   Only in these novels and a couple of excellent shorter works such as Farmer Giles of Ham does Tolkien use amusing dialogue and create fully realised characters rather than mere sketches of heroic figures drawn from poems along the lines of Beowulf and The Song of Roland, which few people read unless forced to by an English teacher.  I wish the reader to understand, that I love these things, but I was an English major and I know how marginal this sort of thing is to mainstream culture from bitter experience.
     Neither the elder (deceased) nor the younger (in his eighties) Tolkien ever understood the Tolkien audience.   This is clearly illustrated by the elder Tolkien preventing  the Beatles from making a movie of The Lord of the Rings with John as Gollum, Paul as Frodo, Ringo as Sam and George as Gandalf back in the mid  sixties.    Every long haired dope smoking kid in every school in America had a paperback copy of one of Tolkien's book in his or her backpack, and Tolkien only referred to his hippie fans as 'my lamentable cultus.'
     It did my heart good to see the casual hippie jokes about mushrooms and implied marijuana smoking acknowledging the importance of said cultus.  Tolklien did not approve of the Beatles making movies and Led Zepplin writing songs taken from his work but this is a very sad thing.  What this means is that J.R. R. Tolkien was incapable of accepting love from a younger generation that adored him.   This is yet another example of how damaged our society was and remains by the generation gap of the 1960's.
      Oddly enough this generation gap existed at all specifically because World War II, like the War of the Rings destroyed the old world and created a new one.  How sad that in his determination to preserve the sanctity of his ivory tower, Tolkien failed to recognise his fictional creations when they stepped out of his novels to approach him for an autograph.
         

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In this blog, Chelsea Goodwin, hostess of IN GOTH WE TRUST on wioxradio.org will review books, films, graphic novels and all things Goth, geeky, freaky or otherwise of interest to the Goth community, particularly those seeking greater gender diversity within Fandom.