Sometimes,
movies from the early 1970's are masterpieces that should be left
untouched. Some greats worth mentioning: “The Godfather”,
“Jaws”, “The Exorcist”, “All the President's Men”, and,
of course, “Blazing Saddles”. Then there are movies that leave a
bit to be desired: “The Exorcist II”, “Attack of the Killer
Tomatoes” & “Painters Painting”. My blog today will mainly
critique this last film mentioned. Granted, Painters Painting is a
documentary movie from the 70's and it is considered an 'art' film.
But in general, I found the film hard to follow, and at times
confusing.
First
of all, It was difficult for me to keep track of everyone in the
film, as not everyone in the film was identified with the traditional
printed name on the screen. Some people were referred to in a
conversation but, not clearly identified later on. Perhaps as I
study more about art, these people would be more easily recognizable
– but I felt there were a large number of people in this
documentary. It was difficult to tell who was the critic, who was
the artist and why Ellen Skull was worthy of a portrait session with
Andy Warhol.
I
also felt that there was an enormous amount of 'name dropping' in
this film. This film had too many players on the field. There were
critics, museum curators, painters, news reporters, collectors –
how am I supposed to figure out who the main characters are? I was
thankful for a few recognizable names, such as Leo Castelli, Warhol &
Pollack, but I only knew of them because of my recent studies. I
stopped writing down the names that were referenced when my counting
reached in the teens.
Another
negative aspect to the film was the background noise. I was
distracted by a train going by Jasper Johns' apartment, as well as
people talking and phones ringing while Robert Skull was trying to
explain his role in the art scene. I feel that some well placed
music would have better suited this documentary style film, rather
than the distractions of life.
On
the other hand, I appreciated the technique the filmmakers used by
showing much of the film, including the interviews, in black &
white. Many Hollywood films were continued to be presented in black
& white, even after the technicolor process was invented in the
1930's & 1940's. It provided a more dramatic, serious effect on
the screen. Perhaps, the filmmakers here were trying to portray the
'pop artists' in a more serious light. In contrast, when the actual
works by the artists were presented in color, the paintings were
incredibly vibrant on the screen.
Obviously,
this was not my favorite film from those assigned, however, it
certainly was not the worst, as I did learn many new facts and was
introduced to several examples from artists I had just recently heard
of such as Frank Stella,
Jules
Olitski,
Larry
Poons,
and
finally, Barnett Newman. His quote was my favorite, and I am sure
the filmmakers felt the same as they used it both in the beginning of
the film and the end, “...in the end, size doesn't count, it's
scale that counts... it's human scale that counts and the only way
you can achieve human scale is by the content”.
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