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Otis Ferguson, writer
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This evening I was haranguing Dave over at [info]skyecaptain's lounge on the subject of Otis Ferguson, and I promised him I'd post a couple of Ferguson passages that happen to be in my files, Ferguson being the greatest film critic ever, so here they are. I had them on my computer not particularly for their ideas but so I could study their rhetorical devices any time I found my own writing tiring out. The first passage is great prose but is simply an introductory couple of paragraphs so doesn't have as much critical meat as the second, which is also a great bit of writing but is just as great criticism. It merely recounts the history of a project and then summarizes a plot, but the summary is a virtuoso dance at the expense of plot conventions, hitting the marks with comic precision that makes them absurd, but with a delight in the absurdity, and with an energy that the movies of his time seem to authorize, the bad ones as well as the good (maybe the bad better than the good).

Number One:
Frank Capra's Mr. Smith Goes to Washington is going to be the big movie explosion of the year, and reviewers are going to think twice and think sourly before they'll want to put it down for the clumsy and irritating thing it is. It is a mixture of tough, factual patter about congressional cloakrooms and pressure groups, and a naïve but shameless hooraw for the American relic - Parson Weems at a flag-raising. It seems just the time for it, just the time of excitement when a barker in good voice could mount the tub, point toward the flag, say ubbuh-ubbah-ubbah and a pluribus union? and the windows would shake. But where all this time is Director Capra?

I'm afraid Mr. Capra began to leave this world at some point during the production of
Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, his best picture. Among those who admired him from the start I know only Alistair Cooke who called the turn when Deeds came out. Writing in England, Cooke confessed to "an uneasy feeling he's on his way out. He's started to make movies about themes instead of people." When Lost Horizon appeared, I thought our Capra was only out to lunch, but Cooke had it. You Can't Take It with You in the following year (1938) made it pretty evident that Capra had forgotten about people for good. He had found out about thought and was going up into the clouds to think some. From now on, his continued box-office triumph and the air up there being what they are, he is a sure thing to stay, banking checks, reading Variety, and occasionally getting overcast and raining on us. Well, he was a great guy.

Number Two:
There is no reason why the movies should stop making bad musical comedies so long as bad musical comedies make money in buckets, so the only squawk on The Great American Broadcast is that its standard ingredients for success in this field could have been shaped together for fair entertainment, as well. It is another of the Twentieth-Century-Fox series of Only Yesterday in Tinpan Alley and uses everything in the formula: the ups and downs of love in show business (radio, this time), specialty acts, songs, wisecracks, blows, background music with old tunes, and what we might call a Spitalny Finale. As usual, the story is only an excuse for introducing these baubles; but at the same time, and also as usual, the story manages to do a lot of shoving around and by the end has got half the emphasis all to itself.

At first they thought of doing an authentic history of radio as entertainment and imported a prominent studio engineer from the early days as adviser. Well, this gentleman worked up a lot of material, but this was too technical and dull, so they put a writer on with him and the two worked up one or more treatments, but these were technical and not bright enough. So apparently they said to hell with it and threw the stuff into the customary mill, with credits for four writers but nothing more from the engineer, or from history. So Jack Oakie meets John Payne in a fight and they meet Alice Faye. Jack loves Alice but she doesn't love him. Alice
hates John but soon they are making with kisses, so Jack hates John. Cesar Romero loves Alice but she marries John and nobody loves Cesar, but Jack goes to work for him. Then Alice goes to Cesar on a technical matter and John hates Alice and leaves the country. Alice and Cesar are going to Reno, off with the old and on with the new, so Jack hates Cesar and manages to get hold of John. Jack wants to help John and now loves him, so they fight. Cesar goes away and Alice and John fight. Then they kiss. Then it says the end.

I kind of associate this style with the New Yorker, but I do love it.

Was in The New Republic, actually, in the 1930s, back when Malcolm Cowley and Edmund Wilson were on staff. (Ferguson died in WW2.)

Yeah, I saw that on Wikipedia - I deleted the bit that said that I was sure this was more because I've read very little from that period at all than an actual stylistic influence.

Actually I associate Ferguson's style with [info]poptimists! New Yorker writers might well be a source for Ferguson (Ring Lardner had a radio column in The New Yorker in the early '30s). I don't really know that era of the mag, other than Lardner and Thurber and Benchley and O'Hara, though I have the feeling that too many of its writers would hide behind an attitude of amused detachment, their not quite having outgrown the adolescent discovery that the world is often shit, and dressing that immature attitude in debonair attire. But that's a pretty sour assessment on my part of an era of the mag I've barely read, and Ring Lardner and John O'Hara, for instance, were great writers; O'Hara got better as he got older, too, into the 1950s and 1960s.

The New Republic, on the other hand, was a committed liberal-left intellectual magazine, so what Ferguson is doing in that context is pretty extraordinary, looking at Hollywood for its art as well as its bullshit (the two quotes above may seem aimed at the bullshit, but in general you're getting a generous though critical embrace of the subject matter that reminds me a lot of Lester Bangs and Tom Ewing on music).

What I said at the skyelounge

[info]koganbot

2007-09-07 03:22 pm (UTC)

Might as well post here what I said in the skyelounge, as I see it's under lock and key. Dave had been writing about Bazin. When I mentioned the Ferguson book (The Film Criticism Of Otis Ferguson; there's also a more general Otis Ferguson Reader that isn't as good), David said that he'd not be able to walk the book out of the Temple University Library, so he wanted tips as to what to read/xerox:

The thing about Ferguson is that he's a week-by-week reviewer and almost everything he writes has something really good in it but will also have something opaque or something lamely sentimental, sometimes long stretches of these. Also, to the extent that he writes theory, which isn't often, he's not particularly profound; from the few theoretical generalizations he makes you might think he's a realist, but basically what he means is, if you stick enough people in front of the camera some of 'em are bound to do something real; they can't help it. But really what he's good at is talking about the flash and motion of an Astaire or a Cagney, or the fact that a young Mickey Rooney really captures what a punk wise-ass is like; but what I get from this isn't something along the lines of "Oh, look, the camera captures the truth," but more like there's this teeming creative life that people live, thousands of bratty kids creating bratty kidness in their daily life, and now here's this business-entertainment-art thing called the movies and all these people are spilling into it as technicians and character actors and camera men and leads, so it isn't that you have this creative art that captures something else called reality, but rather you have all this ongoing creative activity already there in life that spills over into the movies. But also he's interested in how the things are made, so he'll look hard and notice what it is that the camera is choosing to look at. And what he makes him a proto-auteurist (in the good sense) is that he picks up on the fact that how you frame things and sequence things is how you tell the story, and will have a good deal to do with what a spectator takes as the psychological sense of what's going on. And the guy who's supposed to have the overall sense of how things are to be framed and sequenced and what the purpose of this shot and shadows that shadow is supposed to be is the director.

Anyway, my thumbnail description of the difference between Ferguson and Bazin is that for Ferguson movies are an activity in the world, so to the extent he's auteurist he's talking about the filmmakers' (definitely plural) activity in the world, whereas Bazin's leading you to think about the filmmakers' view of or attitude towards the world. (Obviously, being active in the world and having an attitude towards it are not mutually exclusive; this is just a crude distinction.)

So, anyway, look in the index for Astaire and for Cagney. In general, I'd jump straight to the reviews rather than to the essays at the beginning or the reportage at the end (though they're worth reading). I'd say just open in the middle and start reading, but I'd recommend the review of Fury pp 135-137, for his eye for details in the riot scene ("this picture has the true creative genius of including little things that are not germane to the concept but, once you see them, the spit and image of life itself"); also his review of Prisoner Of Shark Island pp 120-122, for the attempted escape. Just good passages of prose. Basically, you're not reading Ferguson for any great principle he will reveal to you but rather for the quick descriptions and his bits of bobbing and weaving in relation to the liberal readers' expectations, flashes of wit and sudden belly laughs, the man adding his own motion to the motion he's witnessing. And also you should read him for his good humor in the face of readers he knew were as likely to be as self-satisfied and obtuse and dismissive as the readers likely to casually look at your Stylus piece on teenpop.

His style reminds me a little of early Pauline Kael, actually! The Mr. Smith pan is incredible, can hardly believe it was published when the film was released! Just goes to show how sentimentalized the era is, maybe partly thanks to stuff like Mr. Smith suggesting to future generations that no one called bullshit back then, too.

Like, someday (some) people are probably going to think that Brokeback Mountain and Crash actually capture the "tenor of the times," too.

There's a line that goes Ferguson-Farber-Sarris/Kael (as if Sarris and Kael are equivalent - hah!). Of course, Kael busted out of The New Yorker detachment thing, being such a railing, committed writer; and she had a tremendous eye, of course. But I don't think she ever outgrew the glee in calling bullshit, and seemed to me to be calling bullshit for the sake of calling bullshit way too much, with a lot of specious reasoning to back up her tone-of-voice, and came across too much as a scold. (Which doesn't mean she wasn't a great critic; but does mean she was somewhat of a dumbass as a social critic, which is a thought I don't have time to elaborate on at the moment.)

Yeah, Kael gets a bit stodgier and schoolmarmish as she goes along, which is interesting because she seems (sometimes vocally) concerned about the New Yorker basically squashing her style with anti-first-person "one perceives" style edits. By the time she gets to "debunking" the new American auteurists supporting guys like Sam Fuller I kind of lose interest in a lot of her arguments (and the once-refreshing cutting-through-bullshit tone that she has in stuff like her "Hud" essay turns more into this kind of annoying smirk, like "oh, you probably thought _____, but you were mistaken"). But I haven't really read enough of her criticism, only the stuff I have in her big compilation book (I disagree with almost everything she has to say about films after 1980 or so and kinda skimmed through the last bunch of pages bristling a bit).

Also, re: the New Yorker (which I have a free subscription to for 6 months), my friend Jeremy tells me that his go-to longform politics magazine, Harper's, has been pretty dull for a year or two and that the New Yorker is currently taking its place (I've been enjoying the political writing there about as much as the entertainment and random -- e.g. a pretty awesome look at counterfeit olive oil industries -- stuff). So these distinctions are always in flux in print media, too.

What I said at the skyelounge (this time without the typos)

[info]koganbot

2007-09-07 04:00 pm (UTC)

Might as well post here what I said in the skyelounge, as I see it's under lock and key. Dave had been writing about Bazin. When I mentioned the Ferguson book (The Film Criticism Of Otis Ferguson; there's also a more general Otis Ferguson Reader that isn't as good), David said that he'd not be able to walk the book out of the Temple University Library, so he wanted tips as to what to read/xerox:

The thing about Ferguson is that he's a week-by-week reviewer and almost everything he writes has something really good in it but will also have something opaque or something lamely sentimental, sometimes long stretches of these. Also, to the extent that he writes theory, which isn't often, he's not particularly profound; from the few theoretical generalizations he makes you might think he's a realist, but basically what he means is, if you stick enough people in front of the camera some of 'em are bound to do something real; they can't help it. But really what he's good at is talking about the flash and motion of an Astaire or a Cagney, or the fact that a young Mickey Rooney really captures what a punk wise-ass is like; but what I get from this isn't something along the lines of "Oh, look, the camera captures the truth," but more like there's this teeming creative life that people live, thousands of bratty kids creating bratty kidness in their daily life, and now here's this business-entertainment-art thing called the movies and all these people are spilling into it as technicians and character actors and camera men and leads, so it isn't that you have this creative art that captures something else called reality, but rather you have all this ongoing creative activity already there in life that spills over into the movies. But also he's interested in how the things are made, so he'll look hard and notice what it is that the camera is choosing to look at. And what makes him a proto-auteurist (in the good sense) is that he picks up on the fact that how you frame things and sequence them is how you tell the story, and will have a good deal to do with what a spectator takes as the psychological sense of what's going on. And the guy who's supposed to have the overall sense of how things are to be framed and sequenced and what the purpose of this shot or that shadow is supposed to be is the director.

Anyway, my thumbnail description of the difference between Ferguson and Bazin is that for Ferguson movies are an activity in the world, so to the extent he's auteurist he's talking about the filmmakers' (definitely plural) activity in the world, whereas Bazin's leading you to think about the filmmakers' view of or attitude towards the world. (Obviously, being active in the world and having an attitude towards it are not mutually exclusive; this is just a crude distinction.)

So, anyway, look in the index for Astaire and for Cagney. In general, I'd jump straight to the reviews rather than to the essays at the beginning or the reportage at the end (though they're worth reading). I'd say just open in the middle and start reading, but I'd recommend the review of Fury pp 135-137, for his eye for details in the riot scene ("this picture has the true creative genius of including little things that are not germane to the concept but, once you see them, the spit and image of life itself"); also his review of Prisoner Of Shark Island pp 120-122, for the attempted escape. Just good passages of prose. Basically, you're not reading Ferguson for any great principle he will reveal to you but rather for the quick descriptions and his bits of bobbing and weaving in relation to the liberal readers' expectations, flashes of wit and sudden belly laughs, the man adding his own motion to the motion he's witnessing. And also you should read him for his good humor in the face of readers he knew were as likely to be as self-satisfied and obtuse and dismissive as the readers likely to casually look at your Stylus piece on teenpop.

Ferguson is a decent writer but that Mr. Smith comment is dreadful. It says nothing about what the film actually says and utterly misses the film's remarkable subversiveness (Capra, alone among political filmmakers, doesn't regard people as idiots - unlike, say, Kazan, Altman, Kubrick, etc.). He doesn't explain exactly WHY the film is "more about themes than people," just lazily quotes someone else and makes a snide reference to Capra's "continued box-office triumph" and his baffling respect for the "American relic" - something that Ferguson evidently fancied himself far above.

It's the same condescendingm, thoughtless cant everyone's been writing about Capra since the 40s (with a couple of exceptions, I can't think of anyone who's written well about him).

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