Category Archives: Obituary

Maurice Sendak: 1928-2012

Leave it to college to keep me out of the loop, but today, beloved children’s author Maurice Sendak died after complications from a stroke. He was 83.

Sendak will always be one of the storytellers with a prime influence on my life. “Where the Wild Things Are,” despite being turned into a mediocre movie, is still one of my favorite books. I believe it connected to every child, or at least this one, who wishes their bedroom was a jungle filled with monsters. “Let the wild rumpus start!” is still one of the great rallying calls for both children and adults alike.

But Sendak himself was quite an interesting man. As seen in his excellent series of interviews with Stephen Colbert on “The Colbert Report” earlier this year, Sendak was still so sharp and full of wit, even at his age. The loss of his talent as a writer, and his warmth as a human, will be missed. Watch him on “Colbert” below and you’ll see what I mean:


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Levon Helm: 1940-2012

After a long battle with cancer, Levon Helm, drummer and singer for The Band, died today. He was 71.

The Band had all the right in the world to carry such a simple name, as quite simply there is no other band like them. Unfortunately, I know less of the inner workings of music than I do of television and film. But when I like music, I just get that inescapable feeling. Of the short playlist of songs the classic rock station I listened to growing up played over and over, “The Weight” is the only one I never tired of.

Imagine my surprise when I finally saw “Easy Rider” and heard this song playing as Hopper and Fonda rode choppers through the American West. Every time I heard that song soon after, I saw desserts and red rocky formations. I saw a chunk of America right there within its verses.

The Band were the main subject of another iconic movie: Martin Scorsese’s rock documentary “The Last Waltz,” which documented The Band’s last concert. Helm has been a huge part of both my film and music education.

We will never have a band quite like The Band again, nor a musician quite like Levon Helm.

Lamenting the Death of Sidney Lumet

Upon first hearing his name, it doesn’t immediately hit the familiarity aspect of directors like Scorsese or Kubrick. Yet Sidney Lumet, who died today at age 86, reached an unparalleled greatness throughout a career that lasted over 50 years.

Throughout his career, Lumet made some of the most intense character pieces of all time. He also helped direct some of the greatest actors to their best performances. He began his career with a film you may have heard of: “12 Angry Men.” Lumet turned a gripping play into a gripping film, and showed his earliest instances of being able to use small spaces to create the most gripping tension you’ll ever feel.
One of Lumet’s other great examples of spacial tension was 1975′s “Dog Day Afternoon.” Perhaps the standard for all films about heists gone wrong, “Dog Day Afternoon” is still one of the great character-driven thrillers to come out of the 1970s. Without “Dog Day Afternoon,” I wouldn’t have an excuse to shout “Attica! Attica!” to random strangers on the street (not that I ever do that…). “Dog Day Afternoon” also marked one of his great films he made with Al Pacino, the other being 1973′s “Serpico.”
Perhaps Lumet’s greatest achievement was “Network.” “Network” is a little bit funny, and a little bit frightening. Some might wonder how Lumet and screenwriter Paddy Chayefsky were able to predict the modern nightmare of cable news in 1976. I guess you could attribute it to a little bit of undefinable cinematic magic. “Network” remains to this day one of the smartest satires I’ve ever seen. The line “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!” is still the perfect anthem for those dissatisfied with the powers that be.
Even though Lumet certainly made some duds throughout his career, his greatest hits certainly make up for them. Not to mention, he was one of the most fruitful directors working, making films until he was in his 80s. Few directors could get such good performances out of so many actors and just direct to absolute perfection.
To those who aren’t passionate fans of film, his name will not immediately ring a bell, but once you watch one of his films, you will never forget him.

Dennis Hopper: Always Riding Easy

It can be hard to sum up the entire life of an actor from the only two roles you’ve seen them in. But when they’re as powerful and unique as these certain two, it’s definitely worth a shot. After a long public battle with prostate cancer, Dennis Hopper died on Saturday. He was 74.

Hopper’s career as an actor (and many other jobs on the set) lasted over half of a century, spanning both film and television. Some might always have considered him a bit part, but he always left his mark on various legendary productions. At just 19, he had a small yet prominent part in “Rebel Without a Cause.”
But unfortunately I will admit, I am not the biggest expert on Hopper, and certainly am not worthy enough to tell his entire life story. But what I can do is show you Hopper through the two very different, but very amazing performances of his that I have seen.
Hopper’s breakthrough role came in 1969 with “Easy Rider.” Here was a film that not only established Hopper as a fine actor, but also broke down barriers and redefined American cinema. It could be even considered the first successful independent film made. And Hopper was such an integral part of that. Not only did he star in the film, but he also co-wrote (with Peter Fonda) and directed it. As a writer, he delved into long, maybe even improvised, speeches that could change your outlook on life. As a director, he established an America that was both hauntingly beautiful and free as well as nightmarishly conformist. One could argue that without him, there would be no Tarantino, no Soderbergh, no Kevin Smith, and no Miramax.
Hopper’s performance is also hard to forget. He plays Billy, the less serious, slightly more laid back character next to Fonda’s Wyatt. Hopper had this strange way of making his character’s memorable through just the tiniest details. One might remember Billy best from his giggly stoner laugh. Despite some of the less serious aspects of the character, we are no less haunted by his fate at the end.
Hopper might not have gotten the film’s pivotal line (“We blew it”) nor did he get the giant career breakthrough (that went to Jack Nicholson), but his contribution to this piece of history is something of an unseen story. Let’s just say he directed “Easy Rider” to victory.
The best performance Hopper might’ve ever given is in David Lynch’s freaky “Blue Velvet.” In it, he plays psychopath Frank Booth. Frank is a villain beyond our wildest dreams, which is why he just might be a dream. Yet, Hopper doesn’t let that bother him. Frank is into inhaling Nitrous Oxide and holding families hostage while he commits acts of shocking sexual perversion. It’s a total turn around from Hopper’s performance in “Easy Rider.”
Once again, he gave it his all. Frank might seem like nothing more than a one-dimensional psychopath, but Hopper took him out of that territory and made him hauntingly real. He became a projection of all of our greatest fears. You’ll never forget his beer preference nor the way he mouths “In Dreams.” In the end we question, is Frank just a projection of our nightmares, or the man who lives next door to us.
As the obituaries begin to pop up, most headlines have contained the word “Bad Boy.” While Hopper certainly carried that reputation, putting him simply into that category would be too little. Outside of film, he may have been a bad boy yet inside of film, he was a revolutionary of a filmmaker, and a truly exceptional actor. To that I say, keep on riding easy, Dennis Hopper.
Note: I just realized I totally forgot to include “Apocalypse Now” on the list. My apologies.

What J.D. Salinger Meant to Me

I meant to write this post on Thursday or Friday. Hopefully, this topic hasn’t lost its relevance yet.

As a blog that devotes exclusively to the moving image, it is only a rare, yet deserving occasion that I would devote an entire post to a book. This is one of those occasions.
On Thursday, J.D. Salinger, author of “Catcher in the Rye,” died of natural causes. He was 91. Salinger has become quite legendary for his extreme secrecy. However, his true claim to fame is his writing of the American classic “Catcher in the Rye.”
“Catcher in the Rye” seems to have become a mandatory read in this country. Every high school student is given a copy to read at some point in their lives. I am proud to say its one of the only required readings I’ve ever been given in my life that didn’t feel like a chore. For those who haven’t read it yet, “Catcher” tells the story of Holden Caufield, a teen who has just been kicked out of boarding school and now spends a few days aimlessly wandering through New York City before having to face the reality of telling his parents.
Holden Caufield hasn’t necessarily been an idol to me but rather just someone I look to to understand my own life. Over 60 years on, he truly resonates as one of pop culture’s greatest anti-heroes. He is someone who acts so mature yet ironically is extremely immature. He also is something of a representation of anti-establishment. For all these things, Salinger’s creation has never left our thoughts.
Surprisingly enough, there has still never been a film version of “Catcher in the Rye.” This is mainly because Salinger strictly guarded his story’s rights. It wasn’t out of pure stubbornness, but rather because Salinger never wanted us to see Holden. It was up to our imaginations. After Salinger died, there were random whispers on the web of a future film adaptation.
Not only would it be wrong to ever adapt “Catcher in the Rye,” it would also be extremely unnecessary. It would be unnecessary because in a way, Holden’s story has already been put on the screen hundreds of times, with amazing results.
One of the finest examples is “The Graduate.” Ben Braddock mirrors Caufield in his aimless wandering. Both of their unsure journeys from kid to adults seem like sort of dangerous purgatories. And both characters, despite lacking ambitions, are so hard not to root for.
Perhaps a film much more directly influenced by Salinger is “Rushmore,” which is the story of a teenager kicked out of private school for his failing grades. Like Holden Caufield, Max Fisher acts much more mature than he actually is. Perhaps the best way that Anderson imitates Salinger is the way in which we view his character. We don’t necessarily root for his immaturity but rather for his journey to maturity and the harsh way he is pushed around by society.
While most of my influences remain in the film world, there are only a few others from different mediums that I can say have truly influenced my life. Of those, all I can think of are Bob Dylan, Lorne Michaels and J.D. Salinger. Not only has he touched my own life, but he’s also shaped the way that films tell stories. We never need to see Holden Caufield on film because in truth, there is a Holden Caufield in all of us.

Patrick Swayze: 1952-2009

Various sources have officially reported that actor Patrick Swayze, known primarily for his work in “Dirty Dancing” and “Ghost,” died today after a long battle with pancreatic cancer. He was 57.

Swayze became a household name in the 80s and 90s, beginning with his patriarch-like role in “The Outsiders” as Darrel Curtis. He’s probably most well known for his performance in “Dirty Dancing,” in which he spewed one of the most imitated lines in the movies: “Nobody puts baby in the corner.” Swayze is also defined by his role in the classic cheesy 80s action flick “Road House.”
The one performance I won’t forget from him is a recent one, his role as the phony inspirational speaker in “Donnie Darko.” In it, he channeled a level of subtle creepiness that was perfectly hidden under what seemed like over-the-top kindness. But when that one twisted secret is revealed about him, no one should have been the least bit surprised. Now, that was good acting; and today, that legacy will hopefully not be forgotten.

John Hughes: The Man Who Made High School a Little Less Miserable Dies at 59

It’s been a strange summer. Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Karl Malden, and Walter Cronkite all succumbed to long, terminal illnesses. Meanwhile, Michael Jackson and Billy Mays both died unexpectedly. Today, another great was lost unexpectedly. John Hughes, the renowned director of such 80s classics as “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” “The Breakfast Club,” “Weird Science,” and “Sixteen Candles,” died today of a heart attack. He was 59.

Nearly every major comedy director today looking to make a high school film will tell you that they’re inspiration is John Hughes. Others might tell you otherwise, but what they’re really trying to do is recreate what John Hughes did to comedy in the 1980s. 
I’m sad to say I’ve only seen two Hughes films; both however, are nothing short of classics. I first watched “Ferris Bueller” in fifth grade. Ferris was always someone I wish I could be. With that movie, Hughes managed to obtain great screwball comedy as well as one of the greatest lines in movie history: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Years later, and that’s still the one quote most people are putting into their senior high school yearbooks.
I watched “The Breakfast Club” in health class. Yes, “The Breakfast Club” captures high school so well that even teachers seem to think it’s good enough to be shown in school. Hughes did a mastery job with “The Breakfast Club” by making it a film that doesn’t focus on one clique, but rather on all of them. And in that, Hughes captured what it meant to be a teenager.
Hughes was known as being rather reclusive; he hadn’t directed a movie since 1991.  He was almost like the J.D. Salinger of directors, rarely doing interviews or even showing his face in public. But he didn’t have to, the movies spoke for themselves. They speak as the ultimate testament to teen angst.
The song at the finale of “The Breakfast Club” might be called “Don’t You Forget About Me.” John, we won’t be forgetting about you anytime soon.