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![]() Click for words events Words on Pictures The big screen hits the books
"Bambi vs. Godzilla: On the Nature, Purpose, and Practice of the
Movie Business"
By David Mamet
Pantheon, $22, 272 pages David Mamet has become one of Hollywood's most visible (and
intelligent) chroniclers from the inside. He has written and directed
films, produced his own plays and appeared in cameo roles. He also has
periodically retreated to his desk to write some ten books of essays on
filmmaking over the past two decades.
Unfortunately, the well has run dry in this uneven collection of
essays, "Bambi vs. Godzilla," a grab-bag book full of observations,
tips on the trade and tales from the crypt. Here is Mamet riffing on
producers, directors, actors, stars, screenwriting, the bureaucrats of
the studios, Hollywood's caste system and the way it grinds art into
gruel. "The middlemen in Hollywood are bureaucrats, and they have a
natural foe, and this foe is the script."
Many of Mamet's observations have this kind of warmed-over quality,
which is a shame, because sometimes he proves he can do so much better.
He has a columnist's knack for one-sentence grabbers ("Here's how
they
got so bad."), an L.A. veteran's sour realism ("Religious films have
as much of a chance of increasing humane behavior as `Porgy and Bess'
had of ending segregation.") and a filmmaker's aggrieved sense of
always being wronged ("Must all conglomerations become corrupt?").
But it's hard not to wonder why Mamet, whose plays "Glengarry,
Glen Ross" and "Oleana" demonstrated such a meticulous love of
language, can be so careless with it here. He backs into his points,
often using the passive voice, and sloppily reaches sideways into
allusions to Lenny Bruce or one of his own works.
Mamet keeps reiterating that Hollywood is a business. Fine. But
essay writing is an art--not practiced well here. "Catching the Big Fish:
Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity"
By David Lynch
Tarcher/Penguin, $19.95, 177 pages If David Mamet is one of Hollywood's links to its theatrical past,
David Lynch is one of its unholy gurus. With films like "Blue Velvet"
and "Mulholland Drive," Lynch framed the disturbing dream-life of
America at the end of the millennium.
"Catching the Big Fish" describes just how he accomplished this,
and it's a curious mixture of practical trivia and tripped-out
descriptions of how thirty-three years of Transcendental Meditation
helped tune his antennae.
Lynch's first experience at meditation made him feel as if he
"were in an elevator and the cable had been cut. Boom! I fell into
bliss--pure bliss." Since then, he has kept at it, as he says, trying
to shrug off the "Suffocating Rubber Clown Suit of Negativity."
The practice appears to have honed his writing, too. Minus a few
too many light-bulb metaphors and the occasional wallow in hippy-dippy
language, he proves exceptionally good at describing his consciousness
and what turns it on. The symmetry between Lynch's visual and written
imagery is fascinating. "When I was making `Eraserhead,'" he writes,
"which took five years to complete, I thought I was dead."
Death and destruction are clearly inspirations--states of being he
feels need and deserve understanding and our unflinching regard. In
this
book, he gives them a written language as alive as his own dark films.
"I don't necessarily love rotting bodies," he writes, "but
there's a texture to a rotting body that is unbelievable. Have you
ever
seen a little rotted animal?" "Ten Days in the Hills"
By Jane Smiley
Knopf, $26, 445 pages Jane Smiley has looked at the U.S. through the lenses of its various
power centers, from real estate to academia. Now she's gone to
Hollywood. Unfolding during the U.S. invasion of Iraq in 2003, "Ten
Days in the Hills" charts the vicissitudes of a group of Tinseltown
insiders holed up in mansions in the hills. A director, a how-to
writer,
their children and their ex-lovers all come into play in a novel about
the gulf between reality and fantasy.
Smiley is an expert writer of dialogue and one of the keenest
plot-makers around, so the book hums along on a river of smarts, sass
and cheeky references to actual Hollywood figures until it crashes into
long, if eloquent speeches about the war. It's the only false step in
this intensely current novel about the erotic, but tragic remove of a
society which--as Smiley sees it--has grown all too used to viewing
everything as a show.
Also by John Freeman Nonfiction Review
Mumbai on the Make
Strange Feelings
Palenstinian Consideration
Almost thirty years later, the lasting peace Carter thought the 1978
Camp David Accords would lead to remains elusive. But the thirty-ninth
president hasn't given up
Thought Full Gifts
Sky's the Limit
POETRY REVIEW
Without a Home
NONFICTION REVIEW
NONFICTION REVIEW
FICTION REVIEW
FICTION REVIEW
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