Technicolor Dreams

17 Aug

As those who visit this site regularly are aware, I have a few passions. Um, obsessions, Tom, obsessions… Potato, po-TAH-to, whatever. Earlier this year I wrote of my justice issues, centering around the brilliant, seminal, devastating Chinatown. I promised then to write about another passion… um, Tom, it’s an… that’s enough, you. So today I give you Technicolor Dreams.

In the summer of 1977 a movie with a wookie was unleashed on the world and became the obsession – there, I said it – of many a cineaste, including a zillion teenage boys. I was one of these and saw Star Wars 6 times in the theatre. What can I say? As much as George Lucas seems to be trying to kill any love anyone might have for the first three films through his revisions and desecrations of the original texts, Star Wars was and is a wonderful movie. Later that year, though, in November of 1977, another outer-space movie was released to high acclaim. Radically different from Star Wars, this movie took place on the home front, dealing not with galaxies far, far away but with what might happen were aliens from another planet to come to earth.

Movies and books had been exploring alien invasions for many years, of course. H. G. Wells wrote what is perhaps the godfather of such tales. In 1898 (1898!) he wrote War of the Worlds (free download!), a terrifying depiction of what might happen were we invaded by Martians. Orson Welles famously adapted this for radio in 1938, presented mostly as a news bulletin, which anecdotally caused some people to believe the broadcast was true. This was followed by a host of terrific, frightening films about alien invaders, particularly in the 1950’s when the potential invasion by communists was a deep seated fear of many Americans.  Just about every plot involving space aliens coming to earth was a dark, terrifying tale. Until that November 1977 release of Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

Like most of the public, I went into Close Encounters knowing virtually nothing of the plot, expecting at least in part a typical ‘evil alien invasion’ experience. Nothing could have prepared me for what unfolded on the screen OR for what would happen to me in the theatre. I don’t need to go into it much but suffice to say my three teenage friends were mortified and moved far away from me when, as the final 25 minutes played out, I  began to sob helplessly in awe and wonder. While movies had of course been my main passion since, well, always, I’d never encountered a movie that spoke to me so personally, so deeply. I didn’t even care that my friends were embarrassed, that they moved seats, that I was a spectacle. I was so enraptured by the movie and the plight of the hero, Roy, I remember sitting there, fixed to the screen, letting the magnificent images and music wash over me, long pent up emotion pouring out of my soul.

Suffice to say I like this movie better than the one with the wookie.

It would be years before I could figure out just what the heck was going on in that theatre. The movie itself, of course, is terrific and the experience of watching such amazing storytelling, on the big screen, was wonderfully overwhelming. Additionally, after years of evil alien invasion movies, to have a movie that depicted the possible sense of glorious wonder such an encounter might entail was revelatory. But as I grew older and was touched deeply by a few other such movies, I began to understand what else was going on that magical November night. It involves a different kind of technicolor than we see at the movies.

The Old Testament tells the narrative of Joseph, a boy who so beloved by his father, Israel, that Israel gives Joseph a coat of many colors, a technicolor dreamcoat, if you will. Joseph also is a great dreamer and, perhaps not too smartly, tells his brothers of his dreams, dreams of reaching such heights that even his family will bow down before him. Jealous both of their father’s love for their brother, as well as his dreams, his brothers sell Joseph into slavery. Everything that then happens in Joseph’s life takes him farther and farther away from even the remotest possibility of that dream coming to fruition. It’s impossible. Yet through the struggle… in fact because of the struggle and horror he endures for much of his life, as well as his remarkable persistence, Joseph’s dreams are fulfilled in the wildest way imaginable. It’s one hell of a satisfying story and to this young dreamer in the movie theatre, who was going through some very difficult experiences, the similar narrative of Close Encounters hit me deep.

In Close Encounters, Roy, played by Richard Dreyfuss, is given a vision of sorts. It drives him crazy, as well as his family. Because of his obsession, he is stripped of his job, his family, his life. Just as he is about to truly go insane because of the vision, in the wake of all his experiences and the people around him trying to derail him, his dream comes true in a much greater way than he ever could have imagined. It’s a wonderfully edifying and fulfilling narrative, particularly for those of us who are passionate dreamers with deep longings and yearnings. As Belle, another Josephian dreamer, sings in Beauty and The Beast, “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want it more than I can tell.” Many of us have head-banging dreams, dreams that torture rather than uplift, dreams it can be very difficult to express. When I, for one, stumble across a narrative about such a fellow dreamer, a narrative that affirms what I hope might possibly be true, well, few things are as remarkably satisfying. Even though it might cause great embarrassment for the people near.

Do I myself believe all dreams come true? Certainly not. One only has to pick up the newspaper and read the front page to realize people’s lives, often through no fault of their own, go horribly, tragically awry. Life is hard, it is so damn hard. Dreams die hard, too. Had my own life turned out the way I always dreamed, it would look wildly different than it does now. Unrecognizable even. Which is what causes my own maddening frustration and at the same time complete wonder with God. Things never seem to go the way we’ve planned. Nor can we expect, necessarily, the fruition of our dreams. As a person of faith, I believe many of our wildest dreams will be fulfilled after death, in ways we cannot foresee or imagine. But I don’t think one has to be a believer of any faith to tap into the hope of dreams fulfilled, which is what is so satisfying about a Joseph story well told. Movies are in many ways a hope of dreams fulfilled. Whether an afternoon’s escape from the harsh realities of life, or a motivating call to keep on dreaming, movies are a grand encourager for me, a reason to keep the faith, a reason to see the world, even the harshest realities of life, with a sense of glorious wonder. It might not be the way we planned, but perhaps things will eventually work out all right. As yet another Josephian dreamer is told at the start of another such favorite, ‘If you build it, he will come.”

Which brings me to a few other great Joseph stories. Close Encounters was not the only movie to reduce me to a sobbing mess. I actually rarely cry in life…it’s a problem, frankly… and over the past 40 some odd years I have pretty much only cried in or because of the theatre. Hey, the movie theatre is like a private room to me. It’s my place. It’s where I feel at home. And when I lose it in a movie theatre, it is usually at this type of narrative, it touches so deep.

Shortly after my Close Encounters experience, Warren Beatty’s Heaven Can Wait was released to great popular and critical acclaim.

If you have not seen it or seen it lately, you must check it out. It’s a romantic comedy of the best kind wrapped in the tale of Joseph. Every element is there: the vision, being uprooted from that vision, every circumstance drawing the persistent hero farther away from the dream. The final moments, as things somehow come together but in a very different way than you could ever imagine, are breathtaking. Then there is this one:

Field of Dreams is also very specifically a Joseph tale. It’s a classic American movie filled with a beautiful sense of wonder. I’ll also add this: be glad you weren’t sitting next to me at the end of Field of Dreams. Good Lord. What an amazing movie, with one of the most remarkable final images I’ve ever seen in a film. (For many, the ‘Dad stuff’ in the movie gets them, which I understand. For me, it was that final image. And what it meant. Amazing.)

Finally, as quoted above, there is the magnificent Disney version of Beauty and the Beast, a Joseph tale filled with extreme sacrifice and love, the first animated picture to be nominated for Best Picture, an award it should have won that year.

I’m actually forgetting what might be the grandaddy of Joseph stories at the movies, one that is bursting with color, tangible and emotional. It is one of the most enduring classics of all time because of it’s relation to hopes and dreams and the themes of the Joseph Story:

The Wizard of Oz is a remarkable twist on the Joseph story, because unlike the other dreamers mentioned, myself included, Dorothy is not yearning for something more, something better… she gets her ‘adventure in the great wide somewhere’ but her deepest yearning is to return, to go home. Which has to be one of the main reasons it is such an enduring classic, as rewarding a Joseph tale as one can imagine.
Joseph himself returns home, in a way: much later in life, when he is ruling Egypt, Joseph is reunited with his brothers. He realizes who they are yet they don’t recognize him. He hurries from their presence into his private room. And, like other fellow dreamers, he weeps. And weeps some more. When he is then reunited with his brothers once again and reveals himself to them, he weeps so loudly everyone in the palace can hear him. Even the people outside can hear him. He weeps. Kind of like what can happen in another private room at the end of a remarkable movie.
What are the movies that drive you, touch you? We’d love to hear. Click comments and chime in below.

14 Responses to “Technicolor Dreams”

  1. SJ August 17, 2012 at 6:10 am #

    Movies fall into two groups for me, a moving story (“Leave Her to Heaven” (1945) Gene Tierney and Cornel Wilde) or a concept/plot detail that fascinates me (“Five Graves to Cairo (1943) Franchot Tone and Anne Baxter). The vast majority of the films I love were made before 1965. Moving moments? In “Went The Day Well” (1942), an English village is occupied by German paratroopers. The elderly postmistress attempts to get a message out to the neighbouring village, having killed her captor, she attempts to reach the exchange a few miles away. As the uncaring young women at the exchange ignore her and chatter among themselves, she is discovered and shot. It isn’t a big scene, rather quiet and understated, this elderly lady, who never dreamed of harming anyone in her life, commits an act of violence entirely against everything she has ever believed. The fear and loathing on her face as she strikes her enemy down are as much her own disgust at what she has done, as hatred for the enemy. The two girls at the exchange, so young and confident of themselves, ignoring her because she’s old and a bit garrulous. The menacing shadow behind her. Yes, the movie is a bit of wartime propaganda, but that doesn’t detract from its soul. The essential humanity of the tale.

    My obsession with war movies began when I was about six. My father was a Normandy Veteran, and whilst he was largely reticent about his own role in the conflict, many of his friends and some of our relatives were not so concerned. I was regaled with eager and rather gruesome tales of war from an early age. “Five Graves to Cairo” has a simple and ingenious plot element that I hope someday to emulate in a road trip. It has an emotional heart to, in the waitress who gets by trading favours for things until she recognises her own patriotism and dies for it.

    Perhaps my early exposure to, and love of, black and white movies has a lot to do with the way I am? Eccentric parents and incurable romanticism, a deadly combination. 😉

    • Tom P August 17, 2012 at 6:23 am #

      Doesn’t sound so deadly to me! 🙂 SJ, you are one of the very few people who continually suggests great movies I’ve not only not seen, but not heard of. Can’t wait to watch some of these!

  2. Hans August 17, 2012 at 9:10 pm #

    I revisited CE3K on Bluray in the last year or so–what terrific filmmaking–one of moviemaking’s great opening sequences (Spielberg is great with openings!).

    I too get easily teared up by moving moments in films–a few that come to mind are the end of Fearless, the end of Elephant Man, the marriage/life sequence at the beginning of Up, and Greengrass got me with both Bloody Sunday and United 93. Great tragic/heroic books can do that to me too though, especially when reading aloud (to my kids). Something about projecting the words into the world makes them more profound–and so hard to read when you’re choking up.

    • Tom P August 17, 2012 at 10:31 pm #

      hans, Elephant Man kills me… so did United 93… it’s an amazing medium, one you master very well!

    • Tom P August 17, 2012 at 10:32 pm #

      hans, Elephant Man kills me… so did United 93… it’s an amazing medium, one you master very well! And the opening of UP?? Phenomenal. That took my breath away.

  3. Janet August 18, 2012 at 8:48 am #

    Twins again: I also saw Star Wars 6 times in the theater…. Have you seen the “in-progress” version of Beauty and the Beast?

    • Tom P August 18, 2012 at 9:03 am #

      Yes! I loved it. And love the final version with ‘Human Again’… I think had they not cut that song initially it might have tipped the movie over into winning the Oscar.

  4. tiffyfed August 18, 2012 at 10:43 am #

    I totally get the whole Joseph story appeal. I think that is why I really love to read & watch science-fiction and fantasy. They are filled with Joseph stories.

    I was laughing when you wrote about going to see Star Wars 6 times that summer. My Gram HATES sci-fi, but she loves my cousin and me. So she lovingly took the two of us to see Star Wars 7 times that summer. Now that’s love 🙂

    • Tom P August 18, 2012 at 11:13 am #

      That is so awesome with your grandmother. I love that woman!

      • Mark Stolaroff August 20, 2012 at 12:19 am #

        Hey, Tom, isn’t Star Wars also a Joseph story?

        • Tom P August 20, 2012 at 7:54 am #

          In a way, yeah, you could call it one! I don’t know if Luke himself qualifies as much as the Rebel cause in general. It’s an interesting one to bat around for sure. Or at least the six main characters in general.

  5. Lindsay Schnebly August 18, 2012 at 12:46 pm #

    What a great piece, Tom.

    Everyone reading this blog (I would guess?) shares your love for movies that can stir something so deeply in us. (And I hope your three high school pals from 1977 who changed seats at least bought DVDs of “The Presence.”)

    “Filed of Dreams” had me in tears at that same moment and just before. (“Dad? You wanna have a catch?” “I’d like that…”)

    The second-to-last scene in “Phenomenon” when Travolta’s character awakes and realizes he is about to die. And wakes Kyra Sedgwick to say goodbye.

    The ending of “Elephant Man.” What more can one say?

    You have the best blog on the web, buddy.

    I checked.

    • Tom P August 18, 2012 at 4:13 pm #

      You know, ‘Phenomenon” got me the same way… really took me aback. And agreed on all these others.

      And thank you Sir!

      On food… had an amazing gimlet yesterday splurging with my sister at The Polo Lounge. I learned how to do it and will make you one soon!

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