"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HOLLYWOOD" by John Cassavetes
Hollywood is not failing. It has failed. The desperation,
the criticisms, the foolish solutions, the wholesale cutting of studio staffs
and salaries, the various new technical improvements, the "bigger
picture", and the "ultra-low-budget picture" have failed to put
a stop to the decline.
The fact is that film making, although unquestionably
predicated on profit and loss like any other industry, cannot survive without
individual expression. Motion pictures can not be made to please solely the
producer's image of the public. For, as has been proved, this pleasure results
neither in economic or artistic success.
On the other hand, the audience itself, other-directed and
mass-minded as it is, may condemn pictures such as Twelve Angry Men or The
Goddess. These pictures may lose money, but they have inspired applause from
those who still think freely and for themselves. These pictures have gone
beyond Hollywood "formula" and "ingredients", and will
affect strongly the future of American motion pictures.
More often than not, the mass audience will not accept a new
idea, an unfamiliar notion, or a different point of view if it is presented in
one or two films only, just as it will not immediately accept new ideas in
life. However, the new thoughts must eventually lead to change.
This is not to say that individual expression need only be
so called point-of-view films or films that stimulate thought. Certainly the
standard of the musical can and must be improved too; the treatment of comedy
should reach in other directions; the "epic" and "Western"
pictures and the "love story"must also search for more imaginative
approaches and fresher ideas.
However the probability of a resurrection of the industry
through individual expression is slim, for the men of new ideas will not
compromise themselves to Hollywood's departmental heads. These artists have
come to realize that to compromise an idea is to soften it; to make an excuse
for it, to betray it.
In Hollywood the producer intimidates the artist's new
thought with great sums of money and with his own ego that clings to the past
of references of box office triumphs and valueless experience. The average
artist, therefore, is forced to compromise. And the cost of the compromise is
the betrayal of his basic beliefs. And so the artist is thrown out of motion
pictures, and the businessman makes his entrance.
However, in no other activity can a man express himself as
fully as in art. And, in all times, the artist has been honored and paid for
revealing his opinion of life. The artist is an irreplaceable figure in our
society too: A man who can speak his own mind, who can reveal and educate, who
can stimulate or appease and in every sense communicate with fellow human
beings. To have this privilege of world-wide communication in a world so
incapable of understanding, and ignore its possibilities, and accept a
compromise--most certainly will and should lead the artist and his films to
oblivion.
Without individual creative expression, we are left with a
medium of irrelevant fantasies that can add nothing but slim diversion to an
already diversified world. The answer cannot be left in the hands of the money
men, for their desire to accumulate material success is probably the reason
they entered into film-making in the first place. The answer must come from the
artist himself. He must become aware that the fault is his own: that art and
the respect due to his vocation as an artist is his own responsibility. He
must, therefore, make the producer realize, by whatever means at his disposal,
that only by allowing the artist full and free creative expression will the art
and the business of motion pictures survive.
—John Cassavetes, Film
Culture Magazine (1959)
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It's always a good sign when critics write about Cassavetes,
because he deserves it, and because his influence should be discussed in the
same breath as Altman or Kubrick, who lived to be admired in their
lifetimes, or Welles, who like Brando, became a derogatory caricature,
something of a comical antithesis to who and what they really stood for in
the eyes of the public by the time they died. Cassavetes died relatively
young, where he showed no signs of slowing down or becoming more mainstream,
continually inventing relevant characters whose personal crises became our
own. With his unique style, as no one else was making films like
Cassavetes, or taking the critical abuse for making films no one at the
time understood, who did he have to draw inspiration from or compare films
with? Critics always said he was so off the beaten track that there
was no audience for his films, condemning what we now know is his sheer
originality in his examination of the human condition. Cassavetes'
influence was through the intense creation of his characters, the kind never
shown on movie screens, the kind whose troubles and flaws matched their wit and
humor, the kind who gave everyone an excuse not to love them, but then finds a
way as the director to embrace them all the same. His commitment to his
own ideas and to his craft is unlike any other filmmaker, as he was
largely self-funded, self-promoting, and only worked when the money was there,
which wasn't very often, so he left us only 9 films that are indisputably
original works, something along the ranks of Dreyer or Tarkovsky. Most
critics don’t go that far in praise of Cassavetes, but at least they’re still
paying attention.
Cassavetes is all about finding something human and
believable in the characters, where what he's filming onscreen may as well be a
theatrical representation of our own screwed up lives. In my view, that's
something Cassavetes does better than all the so-called greats, as his films
are not filled with grandiose moments or perfect sequences, but in
the everyday ordinary moments in our lives, not at all like Ozu, who captures a
rhythm and a fixed viewpoint, but in the
way he assembles small, uncomfortable moments that have a way
of escalating into something more intense, because people have a way of
not letting things go, so it germinates into something altogether different and
is no longer even recognizable even to that individual. Cassavetes is
extremely good at shining a light on what's wrong with us, and then we the
viewers have to decide whether or not it's real and if it matters, and if it
does, whether we can transcend the material onscreen.
As Shadows
(1959) was made at the same time as the French New Wave, his groundbreaking
filmmaking style is oftentimes unfairly compared, as Cassavetes’ strengths are
not something the French New Wave did very well. No one else except post New Wave director
Jean Eustache comes to mind when trying to recollect filmmakers who dwell on
human interaction (or lack of it) in such a fiercely documentary manner as
Cassavetes. Human interaction is a
common theme in cinema, where the screen is constantly lit with subtitled
conversations, but they don't *dwell* on it where it becomes larger than life,
the focus of the film, an entity unto itself.
Cassavetes simply has a different way of exploring humanity, and what
some people find crude and ugly is exactly what is most fascinating, as it's
probably the most revealing aspect of his filmmaking, and something very few
others even attempt to do. Those that do
tend to be crude masquerades. In Cassavetes
movies, his characters are always caught up in the miracle that is
the present, where they may not know what to do with it, but
they're sure as fuck in the moment.
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