Entertainment | 04/11/2008 9:42 am
Violence: A Substitute for Story, by Film Director Joan Tewkesbury

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EDITOR’S NOTE: Film director and screenwriter Joan Tewkesbury made her mark with Robert Altman’s "Nashville."
As a filmmaker, I love a big mess, and I like it best when it’s dark with multiple meanings. My idea of a good story is to put you down in the middle of whatever is going on and spread out from there: life after Katrina, a war, an old-fashioned family fight, musicians in a concert hall battling it out with some composer’s score. Too many people, too many situations, too many things are happening at once, like life. And just when you think that you’ve got your bearings, I like to pull the whole story apart, examine each section of the chaos, each part of the whole. Tony Soprano doesn’t just bump people off; he talks to his shrink and wears an old bathrobe that doesn’t quite cover his girth when he picks up the morning paper. Characters like that lend themselves to television because they’ve got all kinds of stories waiting to be told. Movie characters are bigger but have adhered to the constraints of time and executives who get nervous if they can’t get a grip on too many things happening at once.“Sexy Beast” is a violent movie but at least there’s a human being at the helm who’s beautifully shaped and oiled, like a Greek god. He’s a well-running machine encased in a story – a complicated slice of evil disrupting comfort and order. Everything he does is unexpected, unnerving and visually disturbing, because he’s so neat. He’s unlike “The Transformer,” who’s made out of spare parts and a computer, or the Coen Brothers’ villain in “No Country For Old Men,” who combs his hair, is never random and can only focus on one thing at a time: revenge. Rutger Hauer, the replicant with blazing blonde hair, breaks your heart in “Blade Runner” as he recites his poems and then breaks your neck with his bare hands, all because he wants to live forever. What these characters and other Hannibal types all possess is a story, along with their great delight in taking their time to ignite our fear just like the president.
At the present time we seem to be living in a really bad mess of a movie – a combination “Wag the Dog,” “Saving Private Ryan,” streaming sports and Jimmy Swaggart tears, punctuated with "Porkies" I and II to give it spice, and underscored with country music, while the whole extravaganza is being served up by a really bad director. My point being, in all of this rant, that I’m sick and tired of the entertainment industry taking the heat, the blame, the scorn and the wrath for everything that’s going wrong in the world. I mean, have you watched the news? All of everything is right there; real life streaming across screens everywhere. No space that would be better left as space, including the palm of your hand, is left uncluttered or without a sound bite, a visual hit of reality. Never mind that all this “reality” is carefully orchestrated. Live news is entertainment – snippets of life bracketed with things to buy, all designed to grab your attention, using words that have lost any meaning unless someone decides that they are politically incorrect. We are gobbling up time. Suddenly, time has become the thing to get rid of.
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