Sunday 16 December 2012

Factors Which Influence One's Response to a Film Seen at the Cinema





Errol Flynn as Robin Hood in The Adventures of Robin Hood



"Norman Bishop* (angrily): I advise you to curb that wagging tongue of yours !

Robin (cheerfully): It's a habit I've never formed, Your Grace."


- from The Adventures of Robin Hood , ch.5 - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0029843/



I have been to the cinema a few times recently, & also in a cluster at the end of last year, & each time leaving I have thought not only "What do I think about that ?" but also "Why do I think what I think about that ?" This thought is reinforced when I can see a discrepancy between what I thought of a given film & what my friends & contacts thought of it. These reflections have led me to attempt to specify the factors that influence one's reaction to a film seen at the cinema. I say one's  not my  because I propose these aren't simply mine. Also, at the cinema because it is different seeing a film there from seeing it on dvd. Firstly, the picture is much, much larger. Second, one is seeing it with an audience of strangers. Thirdly, one has far less choice over when to see it. It's as if one was only allowed to read the book one is reading during specified appointment times at the local library, & the book is always in extremely large print.



Factors Which Influence One's Response to a Film Seen at the Cinema


1. How good the film is.


2. One's mood on that day.

It is certainly possible that the best film in the world will pass one by if one is the wrong way out that day.


3. One's underlying mood during that period of one's life

that period of one's life  being precisely that period which is demarcated by the duration of that underlying mood.


4. The state of development of one's taste

how experienced a film-goer one is, the level of sophistication of one's culture generally - which will affect how highly you rate what you have seen.

For instance when I saw a re-run of Pierrot le fou (http://uk.imdb.com/title/tt0059592/  ) at the cinema in or about 2001 it blew my mind so comprehensively that I came out thinking - in so far as I was capable of thinking at that moment - "Why do they bother making films after that ?!!? especially thrillers ?" The point being that unknowingly I had gone in having the perfect amount & kind of cinema experience to respond absolutely to that film at that time.


5. One's private/internal preoccupations

Whether something in the film chimes with these.



Still from 'Pierrot le Fou'


*this character is in fact called The Bishop of the Black Canons

Sunday 9 December 2012

The Song of the Shades of the Dead Booksellers

Scene: A second-hand bookshop. The sides & back of the stage are lined with full bookcases, except for the stage L entrance which is the door to the street. There is a staircase in the back wall L. In the centre of the stage is a table, behind which the owner, CHRIS, is sitting, pricing books. The table is surrounded R, & in front if so desired, by piles of books. Browsing at the bookcases R is MATT.

The shop door opens, we hear the ring of its bell & a MAN walks in.


CHRIS: Hello.

MAN: Hello.

CHRIS: Are you looking for anything in particular ?

MAN: Ah . . . uh . . . I am actually. . . have you got any books on local history ?

CHRIS (pointing to the last bookcase on the wall L): Yes, we do, they're just there for you.

MAN: Thank you.


The MAN goes to browse the bookcase indicated. He pulls out various books one after another & examines them. Meanwhile CHRIS carries on pricing his books, MATT carries on browsing. Eventually the MAN assembles quite a large pile of books & takes them to the desk to pay, standing L of the desk.


MAN (handing the pile over ): There we are . . . is there a discount for bulk ?


CHRIS & MATT both burst out in helpless & prolonged laughter. The MAN is increasingly disconcerted.


CHRIS (collecting himself ): Sorry, that's terribly rude of me. (He collapses laughing again. Collects himself again. Wiping his eyes.) Oh, Lord ! Sorry ! I really am most terribly sorry.

MAN: Well, is there a discount or isn't there ?

ALEX (looking at him steadily): There is an answer to that.


Pause.


MAN (angrily): Well, what is it ?


CHRIS does not reply directly but turns L & shouts "LADS !!!" MATT meanwhile pulls out a guitar. From the staircase, a group of cobweb-covered men & women run down. They are dressed in grey & have grey faces & grey hair. Despite their sombre appearance they are very jolly. They are musicians, here to sing & play a song. 

The arrangement of the music can be as elaborate or otherwise as resources permit. The optimum is a full dixieland jazz band: piano, banjo, trombone, trumpet & clarinet. However it could be done with piano & trumpet, solo piano, solo guitar or banjo. Or whatever musicians are available.


MAN (astonished ): Who are they ?

CHRIS: They ? They are the chorus of the Shades of the Dead Booksellers of course.


Someone strums an opening chord - an A.


MATT: And they want to sing you a song !

CHRIS: And teach you a lesson !

MATT: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 . . .


MATT, CHRIS & THE SHADES now sing & play There Ain't No Discount for Bulk, which is a jazz song in the style of Bessie Smith.


    A                                 E                               A         A7
1. There ain't no - there ain't no discount for bulk

           D                                                       A
There ain't no - there ain't no discount for bulk

 A                                              A7
We don't want you to sulk - or turn into the Hulk

                 D                                                 B7
But there really ain't, there really ain't no discount for bulk !

           A                      E                               A
There ain't no - there ain't no discount for bulk


[Here the chord pattern may be repeated as many times as desired to enable whoever wants to / can to take a solo.]


      A                                 E                               A        A7
2.  There ain't no - there ain't no discount for bulk

           D                                                       A
There ain't no - there ain't no discount for bulk

A                                                            A7
We don't mean to make you sore - but it's a frightful bore

           D                                                B7
We've heard it, oh we've heard it all a million times before !

           A                      E                               A
There ain't no - there ain't no discount for bulk.



The songs ends with a flourish. Everyone who has been singing cheers. 

Blackout.