Todd Haynes

I thought of Tar a lot: the way the vacuum-sealed compositions act as an ironic strategy; the light mockery at the expense of the self-absorbed artist that never turns cruel; the way a couple scenes (the lipstick scene for instance) play with erotic tension without succumbing.

i tend to feel the DO-YOU-SEE moments are literally and consciously a *device* rather than an inadvertent clumsiness of sensibility but i'm not sure what difference this has an effect (e.g on me rolling my eyes)

He's damn skilled in other depts so it's an affect at this point

His Q&A's are wonderful and he comes off as a wonderful human being - if he ever makes a personal appearance, definitely go see him.

I saw a preview screening of Safe and the audience was more-or-less contemptuous. They were all snickering knowingly at the final scenes, which caused Haynes to gently tell them that he didn't think they were supposed to be funny. Meanwhile, the women behind me who had talked through the film also continued to talk through the Q&A itself until I cursed them out. It was nightmarish for me, I can't imagine how he must have felt, yet kept his cool.

Oh wow, so this was back in 1995 (since it was a preview)? I feel bad for him, but he got the last laugh - it topped the Village Voice's critics poll for the best film of the decade, and I know he had to be aware of that.

I actually asked him to sign my Criterion edition of that film not too long ago, and not only did he inscribe it to me (I didn't ask him to, he asked for my name) but he drew a ♡ on it too. A sweet, sweet man.

This thing was a hoot!

Alfred I think you nailed what’s never worked for me about Natalie Portman as an actress

Watch this one, though!

Excellent review, Alfred

Thank you!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-xwsIW_otg

...and yes, he makes a closet joke in the first 30 seconds.

Safe is his only 'great' film imo. It's critique and ambiguities are so sharp! Nothing he's done since seems at all convincing. His version of pastiche is so on the nose, like an episode of a kids show where the main character falls asleep while writing a book report and has a dream where all the regular characters are versions of themselves in a Sirk movie/glam band etc. all that heaven allows was a totally pointless movie. Who needed Sirk to be spelled out like that?

I like the adaptations okay, particularly the really vulgar Mildred pierce miniseries, most memorable to me is the nude scene of Veda. A way better part than in the Joan Crawford version.

The new one sounds like nothing.

Sorry, far from heaven I meant

although I think the mistake does underscore something

His version of pastiche is so on the nose

I like Velvet Goldmine a lot, but the problem is that the only viewers who can make all the connections are probably going to be very opinionated about "the meaning of" Bowie, glam, Iggy, etc., and not accept Haynes' interpolation.

I laughed more often with (not at) this one quite a lot. Give it a shot.

Far from Heaven is the only Haynes I’ve seen that, yes, felt basically pointless. I remember Morbs used to say it was better than the Sirk and thinking his addiction to being against the grain led him to a truly bad take on that one

Not even Haynes would say that.

He has a wonderful analytical eye and I'd like someone to just get him to talk about a bunch of his favourite films for hours (like how ppl rightly indulge Scorsese), but Far from Heaven simply didn't come off.

Basically agree with Plax that Safe is his best but he was really great in the 90s and then mostly pretty good since. I always look forward to catching his new one.

I remember Morbs used to say it was better than the Sirk

lol Morbs

I loved Far From Heaven. I actually saw that in its original run, the first time I saw any of Haynes's films in a theater, and it completely blew me away. Easily the most gorgeous looking film I had seen up to that point and a big reason why I started going to the theater more and more. What's miraculous is that every physical element - clothing, scenery, cinematography and lighting whether in composition, detail or color - worked so well in tandem it clearly looked like a director's hand was guiding everything, and yet when I finally saw the DVD extras, I was stunned that Haynes had given plenty of freedom to all the department heads on that film. It's a credit to their combined talents - just look at their filmographies and it's no surprise they were able to do such great work.

This seems to be less the case nowadays, but during the mid-'00s to early 10's, it seemed like every time I caught a vintage Hollywood film in a repertory theater, you'd always have some jackass in their late teens to late '20s snickering and laughing at the film for being of its time. Sirk, Minnelli, Nick Ray, The Night of the Hunter, etc...there'd always be an obnoxious display of historical arrogance. And I always thought of Far From Heaven as responding to that, as if to say that aesthetic and that stylistic vocabulary not only remains vital but can address more things that people continue to face in their own lives in the world today. And the film does a powerful job of getting across the anguish its characters go through - the ending still kills me, the way two people have to deny themselves a kind of happiness that's all too rare for anyone. I still know people who have a lot done to them over interracial relationships or who struggled not too long ago with coming out to their family, and even if the world and the culture isn't what it once was, that pain and those raw emotions haven't gone away for everyone.

If I had to teach a film class, I'd have them study the whole sequence where Cathy runs some errands with Raymond and ends up dancing with him in the bar. When you think about storytelling in terms of what the characters are going through internally and how that progresses as a plot, look at the way that whole section of the film depicts that cinematically. The use of color alone is amazing - the way Raymond's clothes blend into the welcoming autumnal background, and how Cathy is isolated and alone in the purple coat wrapped around her. When they finally dance in the bar, and it's like the moment where you realize there's something here that can really turn into love, they do this neat trick where the light on the dance floor bathes them in a color that visually unites them - it doesn't clash with the colors of their clothing, it somehow makes them all blend in uniformly. All of a sudden, it's like some missing balance has been restored.

Safe is a top 10 ever film for me. Maybe my favourite genre of films is "it's a horror film but you don't realise it until later" (see also: Dead Ringers)

Last three posts are booming.

Its a powerfully angry film about AIDS and it brings together two rich seams of queer discursivity - the sophisticated semiotics of illness developed in that period (e.g. Crimp, Gran Fury, General Idea) and Sirkian (is that a word?) irony and detachment. All the ways it updates Sirk (sad, rich housewife; opulent but dismal decor; all consuming spiritual decay) feel original and with a rare contemporary urgency.

Far from heaven just feels (to me) like someone explaining Sirk and in doing so undermining the key tensions (surface/depth, public/private, etc) that animate those films. I feel like someone is sitting beside me saying 'actually this could be a metaphor for sexual repression' and start looking at my watch. Safe (and Fassbinder, even Mark Rappaport) do a much better service to Sirk* by working at a slight remove that leaves his seeming resistance to explicitness intact.

(I think the various anecdotes about nasty snickering audiences at Sirk and Minnelli screenings, hostile Q&As for Safe also point to a collective anger that I think is interesting and has a relationship to these films and the strategies they themselves deploy or the way they have been appropriated but I couldn't articulate here and now)

That said I don't like *hate* his films. Although I do think Far from heaven is a total waste of everyone's time its not as 'bad' as the obviously very bad velvet goldmine. Carol was fine and very pretty and I enjoyed seeing it at the time at the Ritzy in Brixton (practically empty, Christmas shopping period I think?). I loved the velvet underground documentary and could have watched a four hour version of it, though i would have enjoyed it more if I was still 16 and found the posturing of the now grown up factory people less cringe.

*That said I've been watching a lot of less canonical Sirk lately, including the noirs and historical comedies and its clear to me in a way that it wasn't before that what is commonly seen as 'Sirk' is really just a part of his overall output, which is much more varied though with certain motifs that become more striking when you see them used across a wider variety of genres (I'm thinking especially of his obsession with mirrors).

I don't care for Far From Heaven either. Sirk made those films that way because he reacted to the tenor, pace, look, and cultural assumptions of the 1950s; I didn't see the point in pastiching Sirk in 2002..

I mean there's a case to be made for a film that revisits the world of Sirk, but it would have to be something that tells us something new about that world, or its politics or its psyche - not just the same things repeated more slowly and enunciated more deliberately.

That was Fear Eats the Soul

As in a proper revisit to Sirk's world.

In one sense, and this is true of Safe also, but I meant more in response to what Alfred said about the 1950s consumer fantasy worlds of Sirk. There are definitely shades of that in Fear Eats the Soul (like the scene the tv getting kicked in) but its fundamentally about the Wirtschaftswunder and its margins rather than the horrible glare of postwar American prosperity.

That's why May-December works: it's the exegesis (and synthesis) of what he'd toyed with on FFH, Mildred Pierce, and Carol. The film offers his usual glassy precision but at the service of a camp approach that constantly interrogates his surfaces.

Natalie Portman is very good here, especially her spot-on (and therefore funny) imitation of Julianne Moore in her long in-character monologue towards the end. Moore has some effective moments--she's as good at Julienne Moore as Portman is--and the kids are all fine; wish the older, more acerbic daughter had shown up sooner in the film. The biggest flaw for me was big enough to be a problem: Charles Melton. He's stolid and bland most of the way--I think we're supposed to see him as having been a credible temptation for Moore 20 years earlier--but when he's called upon to actually act later in the film, I thought he fell woefully short. The film's ending, first the final encounter between Portman and Moore and then the epilogue, was intriguing.

Wow! His was the performance I wasn't expecting -- and he was rather hot with that dad body.

Gonna watch it today or tomorrow but, yeah, all my mutuals led me to believe it was his performance that was the movie’s stealth best

He plays this stunted man with finesse, and Haynes inserts him into this smoke-weed-with-his-kid sequence that's the only time in recent memory such a sequence hasn't mortified me.

Good profile of Charles Melton, who just won the New York Film Critics Circle award for best supporting actor:
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/11/26/movies/charles-melton-may-december-riverdale.html

I'm delighted Melton's in.

Just watched this one last night and I'm pretty sure that it's my new favorite Haynes, above even Safe.

_I remember Morbs used to say it was better than the Sirk _

lol Morbs

Guess maybe you mean this post

I saw it at the Chicago film festival and loved it. It's a tonally tricky film, but Haynes pulls it off. It's a lot funnier and campier than I was expecting while still taking its characters seriously. And the music, which is adapted from an 1970s Michel Legrand score, is deliriously great.

what a film!!!!!!

Still thinking of it today.
”Too smoky!”

def think melton gave an astonishing performance. still thinking about him getting stoned with his son on the rooftop, incredible tension-release dynamic in that scene, or the way he rubs his hands against his legs when he's in bed with natalie portman, still 12 years old

but portman... portman!!! her most natural performance bc she is effortlessly gliding on the line between natural and artificial, a practiced guilelessness

Yeah all good. Believe it is Julianne Moore’s birthday today.

but portman... portman!!! her most natural performance bc she is effortlessly gliding on the line between natural and artificial, a practiced guilelessness

she is amazing.

She plays a mediocre actress so well. I don't mean it condescendingly.

Will watch sometime in the next week.

She plays a mediocre actress so well. I don't mean it condescendingly.

no, exactly. this actress is...not exceptional. she's not terrible either, which would have been a different task. she's not just great. She (the character) almost is great when she does the letter read...but what happens to that spark in the final scene (the retakes)? It's totally gone.