HASKELL WEXLER, 1922-2015
According to his son Jeff, Haskell
Wexler died peacefully in his sleep yesterday at the age of 93. Like
Alain Resnais and Manoel De Oliveira, Wexler had entered the pantheon
of venerable presences whose shadow loomed so large over the world of
cinema for such a long time that everyone had become accustomed to
assuming he would be around forever. They had always been making
movies, after all. As with Resnais and Oliveira, it comes as a shock
to learn that was only a fantasy.
After serving in the U.S. Merchant
Marine during World War II, Wexler began working as an assistant
cameraman in the late '40s. It was the first step on a path that
would cross virtually every aspect of American cinema during the last
half of the 20th century and into the 21st.
By the '60s, Wexler established himself
as one of the preeminent cinematographers of his or any other
generation. After serving as director of photography on Elia Kazan's
“America, America” (1963) and Tony Richardson's “The Loved One”
(1965), Wexler netted his first Oscar for Mike Nichols' “Who's
Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” (1966). He would win another in 1976 for
his pioneering Steadicam work on Hal Ashby's “Bound for Glory”
after settling for a mere nomination on a little film called “One
Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest” the year before.
Lensing many of the landmark
achievements of the '60s and '70s wasn't enough to keep the
politically engaged Wexler fully occupied, however. He would direct
numerous activist documentaries, including “Introduction To The
Enemy” (1974) with Jane Fonda and Tom Hayden, a film potent enough
to get boycotted by The American Legion, a distinction that put
Wexler in the same admirable company as Charlie Chaplin. He remained
almost supernaturally active in recent years, directing “Four Days
In Chicago” (2012), a film about the Occupy Moment's protests at
the 2012 NATO summit, and working tirelessly as cinematographer on
numerous documentaries by other directors.
Wexler's influence extended from
Hollywoood feature film to independent documentary, but cinephiles
may know him best for his visit to one of the points in-between. The
remarkable fiction-documentary hybrid “Medium Cool” (1969) not
only became one of Wexler's primary calling cards, but was also
swiftly embraced as one of the defining films of late-'60s America.
Below, you will find my review of the Criterion Collection's 2013
release of Wexler's masterpiece.
I cannot offhand think of a figure
analogous to Wexler in American cinema. He was a true original, a
force of nature whose legacy we are only just beginning to process.
MEDIUM COOL (Wexler, 1969)
Criterion Collection, Blu-ray, Release Date May 21, 2013
Review by Christopher S. Long
To anyone who describes “Medium Cool”
(1969) as feeling dated, my response is, “I know! Isn't it great?”
John (Robert Forster) is a
Chicago-based television news cameraman who loves his job, until he
is forced to confront the reality of it. That's exceedingly difficult
because John has come to rely on the lens as an intermediary agent, a
distorting shield that transforms the world into shots meant to be
captured rather than life meant to be experienced. He wants to
approach his job like his sound man Gus (Peter Bonerz) who views
himself as just “an elongation of a tape recorder” - detachment
as the defining mark of a professional. But it's 1968, and the
bullets that ended the lives of Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert
Kennedy have shattered any illusions of journalistic impartiality,
rendered it impossible, or at least profoundly irresponsible, to
remain aloof.
Cinematographer Haskell Wexler (fresh
off an Oscar for “Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”) had no qualms
about diving right into the political and social muck as he prepared
to direct his first feature. Wexler was initially hired by Paramount
to adapt a novel about a boy who found wildlife in New York City
(Jack Couffer's “The Concrete Wilderness”) but scrapped the story
entirely for a film that engaged with more immediate concerns. Wexler
had already worked on a few documentaries and integrated so-called
non-fiction techniques with his fictional material. If there's a
fight between the two, non-fiction wins by a knockout.
John quits his job after finding out
the studio has been giving his footage to the FBI (be vewy quiet,
they're hunting for wadicals) and falls in with relocated West
Virginia war widow Eileen (Verna Bloom) and her ten-year-old son
Harold (Harold Blankenship), both struggling to adjust to life in the
big, bad city. John bonds with Harold; John and Eileen wind up at the
obligatory late '60s psychedelic rock show; they groove at the roller
derby. I last watched “Medium Cool” about fifteen years ago and I
admit I had forgotten almost everything about these parts of the
film. What I remembered was the yellow dress.
As various plot threads unravel, Eileen
winds up searching for Harold in the midst of the protests
surrounding the 1968 Democratic National Convention while John covers
the event from inside the cocoon of the Chicago Amphitheatre. Wexler
and other crew members follow Verna Bloom, decked out in her now
famous yellow dress and staying gamely in character, as she winds her
way through the chanting protesters and the police and National Guard
decked out in riot gear. Narrative concerns recede as the camera
simply tries to track the yellow dress that flits in and out of sight
as the blood begins to flow and tear gas envelops the crowd as well
as the crew, producing the much-discussed shout of “Look out,
Haskell, it's real!” This legendary fourth-wall-shattering warning,
by the way, was not real, but was added in post-production.
Wexler's camera (along with camera
operator Mike Margulies) might not have shaped the events of 1968
(the film wouldn't reach theaters until 1969 – no instant YouTube
uploads), but it has shaped the way the events have been remembered.
As seen in the film, TV news crews, encumbered by their
vehicle-mounted film fortresses, captured only the faintest sense of
what was happening in the crowd as police and guardsmen waged war on
American citizens. Wexler's sprier band of outsiders brought viewers
into the heart and the heat of a shameful moment that now looks like
a rehearsal for Kent State. And as the phrase “brave performance”
is carelessly overapplied by film critics, let's take a moment to
acknowledge that Verna Bloom showed true grit here.
“Medium Cool” deserves a better
fate than to be reduced only to this climactic sequence. There are
other great moments like when a group of black activists wrest
control of an interview from John, the cinephilic name dropping from
Godard to “Mondo Cane,” and Peter Boyle in his first credited
role. But the vibrancy of the actuality footage (including scenes
from National Guard training exercises shown earlier in the movie)
eclipses most of the more traditionally scripted dramatic sequences,
and compensates for a heavy-handed bracketing device that suggests a
sense of closure somewhat out of place in a film defined by ruptures
and chaos.
In a world where camera phones are
ubiquitous and few filmmakers still cling to notions of objectivity
in documentary, perhaps “Medium Cool” really does look dated.
That is if, by dated, we mean pioneering, perceptive, and a vital
capsule of an extraordinary moment in American history. We wouldn't
still be talking about it if it wasn't.
Video:
The film is presented in its original
1.85:1 aspect ratio. The new digital transfer has “been approved by
Haskell Wexler” and this high-def treatment looks fantastic.
There's no mention of a restored print, but the source is obviously
in excellent condition because there is very little damage evident. A
well-preserved thick grain structure gives the film an appropriately
gritty look. When you see just how bad the clips in the Cronin
documentary (an extra on the disc) look you can appreciate this
version all the more.
Audio:
The LPCM Mono track is solid if not
dynamic. Most dialogue is clearly mixed. I believe that much of the
sound in the street scenes was recorded separately from the image or
added in post-production, but the mix still provides the impression
of really being immersed in the moment. Optional English subtitles
support the English audio.
Extras:
Criterion has stacked the deck,
starting with two commentary tracks. The first was recorded in 2001
and features Haskell Wexler, editorial consultant Paul Golding, and
actress Marianna Hill. The second is newly recorded (2013) for this
release and features film historian Paul Cronin.
The disc also includes excerpts from
two Cronin documentaries.
“Look Out, Haskell, It's Real!”
(2002, 53 min.) feels like a complete documentary but is described as
consisting of “extended excerpts.” The documentary includes
interviews with Wexler, author Studs Terkel (a consultant for the
film credited as “Our Man in Chicago”), actors Robert Forster,
Verna Bloom and Peter Bonerz as well as others. Extensive clips from
“Medium Cool” are interspersed with the interviews, and the clips
are badly washed out, but the interviews look fine and provide plenty
of substantive content. Second is a collection of excerpts from
Cronin's 2007 documentary “Sooner or Later” (16 min.), in which
he catches up with Harold Blankenship. Blankenship was a child actor
from West Virginia who never appeared in another movie. He was long
considered “lost” to film history until Cronin found him. This
portrait is vivid and engaging; film fame did not lead to personal or
financial fortune for Mr. Blankenship.
Criterion has also included a new
(2013) interview with Wexler. The interview covers much of the same
ground as seen in Cronin's documentary, but at 15 minutes it's still
worth watching.
“'Medium Cool' Revisited” (33 min.)
is a 2012 documentary in which Wexler returns to Chicago, and also
many of the locations from “Medium Cool,” in order to record
Occupy's protest at the May 2012 NATO summit. I can't say it's as
riveting as “Medium Cool,” but it's a nice addition.
A Trailer (3 min.) rounds out the
collection.
The 16-page insert booklet features an
essay by film critic and programmer Thomas Beard.
Final Thoughts:
Rest in peace, Haskell Wexler, a true
titan of cinema.
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