Showing posts with label jazz greats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jazz greats. Show all posts

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Chris 2010 Viewings #30: Jazz on a Summer's Day


US, 1960. Directed by Bert Stern & Aram Avakian.

It may pain me to say that most jazz films suck, but it pains me even more that it's true. This is true of both major subgenres of the jazz film. Fictional/biopic narratives are mostly sabotaged by either B.S. "jazz mythology" and/or non-musician actors miming along painfully with pre-recorded tracks. Documentaries are mostly sabotaged by either B.S. "jazz mythology" or the filmmakers' belief - probably correct - that an audience won't sit still for sustained performance, resulting in voiceovers drowning out music or frequent cutting away from it.

The two greatest jazz features are both documentaries and both are guilty of the faults listed above, but use them in enough moderation that one can forgive them somewhat. Plus both have priceless, compelling, aesthetically interesting footage that gives them a core of real substance. The first is Thelonious Monk: Straight, No Chaser, which features the usual talking heads style but is mostly extensive and mostly terrific footage of Monk himself, circa 1967, at close quarters during his day to day life and work.

The other is Jazz at a Summer's Day, a major arthouse title in its day, photographed at the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival. Most extant footage of major jazz figures of this vintage is indifferently preserved kinoscopes of television appearances whose master recordings were usually destroyed soon thereafter, if they were recorded at all. Major figures like Billie Holiday, Lester Young, and Charlie Parker remain ghosts in these hazy transcriptions. Jazz on a Summer's Day was shot on quality film stock, in beautiful, highly saturated colour, which is perfectly preserved on DVD. The bright, crisp, striking imagery brings these performers to life.

Some not-strictly-jazz performers make appearances (Big Maybelle, Chuck Berry, and a riveting Mahalia Jackson finale), but overall great jazz is the order of the day. The highlights that make this film absolutely invaluable to me:

The film opens with the Jimmy Giuffre trio, with Bob Brookmeyer and Jim Hall playing "The Train and the River", one of Giuffre's loveliest pieces of the chamber jazz so popular at the time this was filmed. Stern betrays his career as an influential photographer by capturing Giuffre and Brookmeyer's subtle interplay in one lovely sustained shot, Giuffre from the side, Brookmeyer head on, whichever player is more dominant (usually Giuffre) receiving the sharper focus.

Thelonious Monk (billed as "Thelonius") follows, for one of the film's major missteps, as Stern cuts away early from visuals of the performance, allowing Monk's music to be accompanied by footage of the concurrent Americas Cup sailing contest tryouts. Colour footage of Monk - especially of this quality - is hard to come by, so it's impossible not t0 be disappointed by the break, even if this performance of "Blue Monk" is the man at his most restrained.

Anita O'Day steals the film. In spite of being in the midst of a brilliant run of records for Verve, O'Day was at the time mostly remembered as the girl singer in Gene Krupa's early 40s big band. Jazz at a Summer's Day ensured her a place in the pantheon, with two glorious small group numbers showing off her impossibly great rhythmic sense. Vocal jazz fans who dwell on the singer's connection with the words tend to disdain O'Day, who functioned more a musician does, breaking up phrases and words to suit her musical conception, not the words of a long-absent lyricist. Stern's cameras assume position to capture the performance from two angles - a side view and a lower frontal placement - that give us iconic views of a genuinely iconic perf0rmance.

Dinah Washington is in terrific form, singing "All of Me" backed by an all-star group featuring a jubilant Max Roach. The vocal is quite wonderful, but most memorable is Dinah's joining Terry Gibbs on vibes for a musical duel, spiritedly pushing each other away from the instrument when it's their turn, both of them having a ball.

Gerry Mulligan's new quartet featuring Art Farmer only had one rehearsal before this gig, and it shows. Farmer's notes are uncharacteristically scattershot, and the tempo is too fast, but the performance is key to understanding what makes jazz so exciting. Musically, the quartet would go on to make much more perfect music, but here, fighting to hold everything together inside Mulligan's challenging conception that discourages glib cliches - and they do hold it together - it makes for absolutely compelling listening. They're all in the moment, thinking quick for solutions and inevitably making it. The way it's photographed, with the intensity on Mulligan's face truly s0mething to behold, enhances the exitement.

Chico Hamilton's quintet with Eric Dolphy is featured twice - once in rehearsal in what was obviously a stifling room, and once at the concert. The concert performance shows Stern's technique at its most dramatic - holding Hamilton in a single, largely unmoving close-up with a blazing red background making him look like his life depends on his subtle drumming keeping him from slipping backwards into the gate of hell. We also get a few precious glimpses of Dolphy, another who we mostly have to rely on blurred video footage to see these days.

Louis Armstrong climaxes the film with some loose, spirited playing with his all-stars, capped by a lovely duet with Jack Teagarden on their showcase piece, "Rockin' Chair". They're caught in another tight closeup that sees them going in and out of focus depending on who's singing, with the immense affection these two men felt for each other radiating from every frame.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Chris 2010 Viewings #16: Cabin in the Sky

US, 1943. Directed by Vincente Minnelli. Starring Ethel Waters, Eddie Anderson, Lena Horne, Rex Ingram.

I watched this 10 days ago or so and have been dreading writing about it ever since. It's the kind of film that's a racial minefield, an all-black musical created mostly by whites. Packed to the rafters with African-American stereotypes most of us would love to see buried forever, but brimming with performing talent like few films can command.

Eddie "Rochester" Anderson is a lazy gambler wh0 gets shot during a high-stakes game. Perched on the brink of death, his life is temporarily spared because God appreciates the prayers and pure soul of Anderson's wife, played by Ethel Waters. Anderson is given six months to mend his ways, with Satan's son, Lucifer Jr. (Rex Ingram) and noble angel The General (Kenneth Spencer) trying to sway him to their side the entire time. Lucifer Jr. enacts a plan involving a lottery ticket and town hussy Lena Horne.

The problem is that, after over an hour of piousness, mixed with demeaning racist grammar like "I'm about the most miserabelest person that ever died! " from even the loftiest characters, the finale, in which most of the players have given themselves over to sin, evil seems a lot more fun. Waters is a truly gifted performer, but the conventionally-blocked and syrupy sweet numbers she gets to deliver on the homefront pale next to the wild tap dance of "Bubbles" Sublett. Spencer is stiff as a board as the General, but Ingram (the djinni from 1940's Thief of Bagdad) is riotously enjoyable as the devil's son. Not to mention that one of Junior's minions is Louis Armstrong, not given nearly enough to do, but blowing some fine trumpet and giving one of the film's better performances. Duke Ellington's classic early-40s band also appears in the den of sin at film's end, blowing great renditions of "Things Ain't What They Used to Be" and "Going Up".

Entirely too cringeworthy to be recommended, then, but loaded with many pleasure, some of them major.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Chris 2010 Viewings #10: Anatomy of a Murder

US, 1959. Directed by Otto Preminger. Starring James Stewart, Ben Gazzara, Lee Remick, George C. Scott. Music by Duke Ellington.

I saw this many years ago and, while I recognized that it was a good movie, I was vaguely disinterested. What can I say, I Was a Teenage Pinhead.

Actually, I kind of understand my reaction. At that point, TV had already been doing the courtroom drama ad nauseam so the film's procedural frankness had been made standard entertainment procedure for many years. The film follows laconic small-town Michigan lawyer James Stewart from the moment he first hears of a big case to when he goes to seek payment. Career army private Ben Gazzara has admitted to murdering a local barman following the barman's alleged rape of Gazzara's goodtime girl wife Lee Remick.

Stewart doesn't take the case because he believes Gazzara deserves to be set free, but because he relishes the challenge it provides, a stark contrast from the way the legal system had be portrayed in most Hollywood films prior, when the defense attorney was a knight in white armour protecting a saintly innocent man or woman being railroaded by corrupt forces or circumstance. It's clear Stewart doesn't even particularly like Gazzara.

From beginning to end the film chronicles the various performances the participants in the case have to give in order to make the big show - the trial - come off according to their desires. The casting of Stewart is inspired, not only to make some of the then-controversial racy dialogue carry even more punch as delivered in his folksy drawl (and it still does), but by making the entire "Jimmy Stewart" persona an act the attorney adopts to enhance his success in the courtroom. Likewise, Gazzara's war hero bonafides are pumped up, Remick has to dress down to make her appear a meek victim, guest prosecutor George C. Scott lurks as a menacing, silent figure for the first three-quarters of the trial in order to maximize his riveting attack in the final stages.

Preminger shot the film largely on real Michigan locations, mostly with live sound and the end result feels anything but old Hollywood, to the benefit of the drama.

When I first saw the film I knew next to nothing of Duke Ellington, thinking him maybe a less interesting Cab Calloway. Now, being a full-fleged Ellington nut, and knowing his marvellous soundtrack album well, I decided for this reason to revisit the film. Happily, the film provided a lot more rich reward than just soundtrack context. The music is still fantastic, and used well - the courtroom scenes are devoid of it, to powerful effect - but this is by any standard a major, exciting mainstream film of its age.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Wendy's Films of 2010 #16: High Society (1956)

I'm often weary of watching remakes, this one being of George Cukor's The Philadelphia Story (1940), with Katherine Hepburn, Cary Grant and James Stewart, a film that I found particularly wonderful. Yet, High Society, turning Story into a musical, has the velvety voice of Bing Crosby, the magnificent Louis Armstrong, his band, Frank Sinatra, and Cole Porter's great score.

Many have expressed their dislike of this film, but to me it was like watching an old favourite, only with a new, just as talented cast. I must say, however, that I don't know if anyone will ever have the same chemistry as Hepburn and Grant, but I look forward to watching The Philadelphia Story again to see how the two really compare. The film emphasizes the importance of making mistakes and having fun, rather than attempting to keep up an impossible guise of elegance and poise. I do find it quite... ironic, that this would be Grace Kelly's last film before marrying Prince Rainier III of Monaco, heading toward a future filled with the constant pressure to be the image of grace and perfection. Ah well, what can you do? Enjoy Satchmo I guess!