Steve Sailer has just been knocking it out of the park this week by observing current retro phenomena though his dissident-right-colored 3D glasses. I tried to re-post links to his blogs several times, but he just kept cranking out more.
Back in the 1950s, impresarios tried all sorts of upgrades to get people to stop watching free TV at home and pay to sit in a movie theater, such as color movies, widescreen formats, 3D, and Smell-o-Vision. That’s all coming back, although American theaters are lagging. One reason for those huge overseas box office totals this summer is because more and more foreigners are paying premiums to watch movies in new “immersive” theaters with power seats.
This immediately reminded me of another Retro in the 90s post that I need to write, Matinee (1993). This period comedy was directed by Joe Dante and starred John Goodman as a 1950s independent schlock filmmaker in the mold of William Castle. Castle was infamous for gimmicks, such as giving each customer to his first film, Macabre (1958), a certificate for a life insurance policy in case he or she died from fright during the movie. Even better, Castle installed vibrating motors from military surplus airplane wing de-icers in theater seats during screenings of The Tingler (1959), starring Vincent Price. Matinee (1993) paid tribute to Castle’s theatrical chicanery with the fictional film-within-a-film, Mant! The gag is revealed at about 1:10 in the trailer below.
Did Steve Jobs singlehandedly bring back Shiny Box Modernism? Did we forget why we got tired of it the first time? Did they invent some new window-washing robot that makes it affordable to keep it looking spiffy? One odd thing about Ventura Blvd., however, is that a supermarket looking like an Apple Store is actually a locally sensitive retro throwback to the venerable indigenous architectural style of the San Fernando Valley, Googie.
While much of Apple’s marketing involves touting their products’ streamlined and futuristic designs, the concept is hardly new. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 100 times, the idea of a bright, shining, sparkling future was most perfectly manifested in Mid-Century Modern (aka Googie) architecture. Chris Jepsen at Spaceagecity.com has been making this point for well over a decade.
Googie architecture and design was art that told a story. The story had many variations, but its general plot was always something like this:
Man left his caves and grass huts and through hard work and ingenuity has built an amazing modern world. Tomorrow he will conquer any remaining problems and colonize the rest of the galaxy. However, for all his achievements and modern science man will never lose touch with the natural world and his noble roots.
It would behoove all retro-philes and architecture junkies to spend some time perusing his site, Googie Architecture Online. In my opinion, Mid-Century Modern is not only the perfect combination of form and function. It goes much deeper than that, it works on many symbolic, and dare I say it spiritual levels. Architecture reflects the culture that created it, and tells its story. This is intuitive to most people when they view the Pyramids, Stonehenge, the ruins of Ancient Greece and Rome, Easter Island, and the Gothic Cathedrals of Europe. The culture that spawned Mid-Century Modern architecture was comprised of a confident, competent, ambitious and optimistic people. This was the culture that knew hardship, grew up during the depression, yet won WWII, emerged as a super power, and would soon put a man on the moon. The spirit of that culture was as fearless as it was beautiful. Hopefully, we haven’t seen the last of it.
This review of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (2014) proves once again why Steve Sailer is my favorite film critic, second only to Joe Bob Briggs. I don’t want to take anything out of context or ruin any of the surprises, so you’re going to have to read the whole review. It’s worth it alone for this solid gold nugget of trivia about Sammy Davis Jr.
It’s not just me who sees the Planet franchise as traditionally being an allegory about blacks and whites. Sammy Davis Jr. considered the original Planet of the Apes the best film ever about black-white relations, and is said to have enshrined the eight-foot-tall prop statue of the primordial primate Lawgiver in his Beverly Hills backyard. (After Sammy died $5 million in debt to the IRS, the feds foreclosed upon the fiberglass figurine and auctioned it off for $2,500.)
In the first Planet of the Apes, Charlton Heston, the ultimate white man, is thrown into a world where monkeys are the Man and he is reduced to the status of an angry black radical. In Rod Serling’s screenplay, gorillas are the Irish cops, orangutans the conservative WASP ruling class, and chimpanzees the liberal Jewish intellectuals who are Heston’s only hope.
Two thoughts spring to mind;
1. I wonder what the rest of the Rat Pack thought about Planet of the Apes (1968)? Can’t you just picture Sammy, Dino and Sinatra, glasses of scotch in one hand and cigarettes in the other, sitting around some swanky Vegas lounge discussing the flick? Oh, to have been a fly on that wall.
2. If we could just convince Steve to start adding dead body and breast counts to his reviews like Joe Bob, all other film critics would be rendered useless.