Given my Old Movies for Kids series, how timely to read of a new memoir by someone who signified in my own kid-movie-days.
In 1964 when it seemed as if every other girl my age was gaga over the Beatles I turned my back on all of that for…musicals. And somewhere around then I developed an enormous crush on Julie Andrews because of the cast album of My Fair Lady (which I think my grandparents gave me after seeing the stage version). We went off to Germany for that year and I wailed over and over that I would NEVER get to see her in her first film, Mary Poppins. Fortunately, it was showing when we were in Amsterdam and I got to see it and her. As for Audrey Hepburn (and her ghost singer Marnie Nixon) I had nothing but all the contempt a twelve-year-old-fan-of-someone-else could possibly have for her when the movie came out. I did like the film though, I should say. I saw it in a fancy London theater. (Back then they still were fancy; intermissions with ice creams and all. Not for much longer, though.)
And so I’m very eager to read Julie Andrews’ Home: A Memoir of My Early Years which has just gotten a very enthusiastic review in the London Times that you can read here.
I grew up with Danny Kaye singing, “Mommy, I Want a Drink of Water” and movies like the delightful Court Jester from which this hysterical clip is from (and thanks to Camille for reminding me of this too):
Some classes happily go on to the Marx Brothers after finishing up with Chaplin. This year’s class would have none of them, but last year’s class couldn’t get enough. You just never know.
I begin by telling the kids a bit about the four brothers: the talkative Groucho, the silent-harp-playing Harpo, the fake-Italian-novelty-piano-playing Chico, and the occasional-straightman Zeppo. Then I tend to start with A Night At the Opera since many consider it their best. Here’s a neat NPR feature on the creation of the film. And here’s that famous stateroom scene:
Others that have gone down well with my students are Horsefeathers (lots of football hijinks) and Duck Soup (my personal favorite). Oddly enough, I can’t find any kids’ books about them!
At the time I first fell in love with Chaplin the rest of the world seemed more taken with Buster Keaton. Evidently he was more cerebral (as much as a slapstick comedian can be called that) and at my college there were often screenings of Keaton, never of Chaplin. Now I do like Keaton yet I have had little luck getting my students to connect to him. Once they have fallen for Chaplin, no one else, it seems, will do. (Is my own teen-crush to blame? Possibly.)
At any rate, this year I’m more hopeful because of a remarkable new picture book biography of Buster Keaton. When I read Betsy Bird’s enthusiastic review of Catherine Brighton’s Keep Your Eye On The Kid: The Early Years of Buster Keaton I was eager to see it for myself. Happily, the publisher sent me a copy and it is everything Betsy said and more. The illustrations are amazing with angles and perspectives that echo those of Keaton’s films. Within the illustrations are wonderful references to other illustrated stories such as Little Nemo in Slumberland and Struwwelpeter. It is a spectacular book and I can’t wait to read it to my students, show them One Week, Our Hospitality,The General, and more to get them hooked!
Here is the memorable scene with which Brighton ends her book:
In Edgar Eager’s Half Magic, a much beloved childhood book of mine, there is a mention of the four kids hating Charlie Chaplin. I can only speculate that Eager, having set the story in the time of his own youth, was remembering being dragged to a Chaplin picture when he wanted to go see something more adventurous. I remember this because in high school I fell in love with Chaplin: I had a large poster of him plastered on my bedroom door, read his autobiography and other books about him, watched those old collections of shorts whenever they were shown on one of the local public television stations, and went to see his refurbished features when they were shown in art cinemas.
And so when I became a teacher I recorded those collections of shorts still being shown on pubic television and showed them to my class where they were instant hits. These days my classes still can’t get enough of Chaplin (now in beautiful DVD editions). We begin with the shorts and then move on to classics like The Gold Rush and Modern Times. What pleases me tremendously is that my kids babble about them to their parents and friends in the other 4th grade classes and so those kids soon insist that their teacher show his movies to them as well. Chaplin lives!
To provide some context, I tell my students a bit about Chaplin and about movies in his time. Because he was an immigrant and they’ve already seen some of the silent movies of Ellis Island, I always begin with The Immigrant which they adore. Chaplin does such a great job making fun of the whole experience which he knew of firsthand. (Here is the whole thing — 24.18 minutes, just to warn you.)
I also read aloud Silent Movie by Avi with illustrations by C.B. Mordan and Mack Made Movies by Don Brown; both give the kids still more of a sense of how Chaplin lived and worked.
To end, here is an interesting compilation of funny bits from a variety of Chaplin shorts with a very current soundtrack. Not what you may be used to when watching a silent movie, but I like it!
The New York Magazine’s Vulture bloggers have been very enthusiastic about the movie of Sendak’s classic book, offering the rest of us tantalizing commentary about the script and other stuff. Now they report that things are getting very hot-under-the-collar at Warner Brothers. They link to this post which posits that the movie is on the verge of being reshot as well as to this post which includes the following responses to an early screen test:
“And some kids at my screening began to cry and asked their parents to leave, so that should give you an idea.” “The things are not cute. Max comes off a bit weird and off-putting ‘He slaps his mom!’ and he seems confused and not charming at all.” “No rumpus, no big set pieces, no ‘state-of-the-art’ lucrative sequences just some running around on some desert place and thats that.”
This sounds and reads all too much like the horrible mucking about with The Golden Compass movie. Panic and lack of confidence resulted in a less-than-it-could-have-been movie. Is that going to happen here too? If so, what a shame.
Thank you to Leila Roy who drew my attention to this mention of a forthcoming adult novel by David Eggers “… based on Maurice Sendak´s classic Where the Wild Things Are … Ecco is publishing the book in fall 2008, to coincide with the Spike Jonze movie adaptation based on Sendak´s book, for which Eggers wrote the screenplay.”
Now this is fascinating. Certainly Eggers won’t be the first to build a new work of fiction off of a children’s book. There’s Gregory Maguire with Wicked based on The Wizard of Oz, after all. It is interesting though that this novel is based on a picture book that is being turned into a movie. Very, very interesting.
My absolutely favorite film when a disaffected and alienated teen is finally out on DVD. This is Lindsay Anderson’s If…., the partly realistic and partly surreal story of a group of young (and incredibly beautiful) boys rebelling in a 1960s British boarding school. Anderson was inspired by Jean Vigo’s 1933 film Zero de Conduite, also a surreal view of a boarding school rebellion.
The year If…. came out I went to see it over and over and over. I bought (and still have) the screenplay. I bought (and still have in a closet) the Missa Luba — the African mass the main character Mick plays over and over compulsively.
… and I also fell madly in love with the actor who played Mick, one Malcolm Macdowell.
Sigh again.
I’m dashing out shortly to see if my local video store has it so I can take it along to watch on the train to DC and to wave it at everyone I see so they will know to get it too. Oh, and if there is anyone interested in joining my Malcolm Macdowell If…. Fan Club, let me know (as I will then email you a membership card). So far it is just me (president) and Brenda Bowen (member number two).
The Golden Compass, of course. At the Random House booth last week at BEA I picked up a sumptuous booklet full of gorgeous images from the film. As fairrosa said when she saw it, “Sure hope the movie is as good.” And now for those who can’t get enough, the production notes are available here.
I’ve got a date to see the movie with a couple of former students, but hope that isn’t the first time I get to see it. (Broad hint to those doing early screenings here in NYC
