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May 24, 2013

1998: The Technological Timecapsule That Is YOU'VE GOT MAIL

Ah, 1998. Dial-up modems. Book stores. Meg Ryan's career.

We're flashing back all the way to 1998 in today's mini-photo essay on the tech interfaces in Nora Ephron's YOU'VE GOT MAIL. Itself a Clinton-era update on the 1940 Lubitsch comedy THE SHOP AROUND THE CORNER, YOU'VE GOT MAIL is ludicrously dated even fifteen years after its release in a way that the earlier film is not. A large part of this is due to the rapid evolution of email and the Internet during that time. AOL Instant Messaging seems archaic in a way that sending and receiving letters in the mail simply doesn't.

If we ignore the inane love story (and it's best to), a lot of YOU'VE GOT MAIL is about changes in technology. Or, rather, in metatextual retrospect, the irony of shifting technologies makes the storyline of YOU'VE GOT MAIL nearly obsolete. Here's the jist: Meg Ryan (and her hair) run a cutesy kids bookshop called (cutesily) The Shop Around the Corner. Tom Hanks runs the big, bad corporate box conglomerate that serves lattes with its best-sellers and moves into the quaint, old-fashioned neighborhood to ruin Meg Ryan's life. AH BUT. The two are unwittingly in lurve with each other, having exchanged anonymous, soul-bearing missives via ye olde email. WHAT TO DO. Will Tom Hanks allow his brick and mortar monstrosity swallow Meg Ryan's overpriced niche book store??? Will they live happily ever after???

Watching this in 2013, I'm glad to say this doesn't matter because both businesses have been made obsolete by Amazon.com and Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are probably now 13-year olds Skyping each other in their parents' living rooms.

Anonymous file folders

Anyway, this interface business. The film starts off with a clever title gag, turning the Warner Bros. logo pixelated and then revealing a desktop background onto which the titles are projected. This is cool for a number of reasons. First of all, it presupposes (accidentally, albeit) the accessibility of the Warner Bros. brand on the Internet. When YOU'VE GOT MAIL was released, movies had tie-in AOL Keywords that you could search and get info about the flick. But nowadays you literally have access to the WB catalog via Warner Archive Instant, the studio's streaming service. The titles are a nice way for you to enter the world of the film, which just happens to be the world of "virtual reality" (as they used to call it in the '90s).

Check out these retro screens from AOL circa 1998.


The sending and receiving of email is fetishized via the anticipatory close-up. The big moment.

In which the main characters extoll the sexy virtues of online courtship.

Meg and Tom switch from email to IM for their heated debate over THE GODFATHER. (He's right; she's wrong.)

The agony of defeat.

The desktop.

The quaintness of spam email circa 1998

Dial-up.
 
If you took a shot every time someone said the title of this movie, you'd be drunk within the first ten minutes.



The all-time accurate face of a person posting their opinion on the Internet.

It's not just the email and IM interfaces that are now a part of the archival past. Meg and Tom's respective book stores have been pretty much put out of business within the measly span of fifteen years.

Pretty much the only surviving cultural signifier in the movie is the Starbucks both leads consume with zeal. It seems that people are still (and increasingly) willing to leave their house for caffeine, but everything else they prefer to get online.


In a subplot we have Meg Ryan's boyfriend Greg Kinnear, a newspaper writer. I know, right? Newspapers! This guy is obsessed with old media, from newspapers and magazines to typewriters.  He's contrasted with his (obviously not right for him) girlfriend via their media consumptions.

 
This dude and his newspapers, I swear.


Greg Kinnear is another character whose job would most likely have been made obsolete by modern technology. He'd either be a rogue blogger (probable) or still a news reporter for an online publications. That Kinnear yearns to create copy on an outmoded typewriter touches on the tech nostalgia that will only increase as more and more old technologies are thrown over for the new. Which is really the theme of the movie. Or, rather, since it's a romcom, the coming together of the protagonists mirrors the synergy of their respective technologies. Meg (email) ditches Greg (typewriters) for Tom (email), even though Tom's business (big box book store) will almost inevitably drive Meg's small book shop out of business. So what does Tom Hanks do? He quits. Which solves the problem for the film, but not for the characters' reality.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL provides a snapshot of a particular time, pre-Dot Com boom but post-nobody having the Internet. It's kind of an odd, niche, coming-of-age time in our technological era. It's worth note, too, that since 1998 pretty much no one has come up with a better way of conveying online communication than the shot/reverse/shot of the screen/user/screen with the V.O. of what they're writing. Some modern films like SCOTT PILGRIM have tried and succeeded in capturing the feeling of what it's like to communicate via multiple technological shorthand (see my review here), and IRON MAN has taken technological interfaces to the next level with the HUD (see here). Nevertheless, I look forward to the future romantic comedy that is able to break away from the decades-long tradition of showing technology as is and actually communicating the feeling of Skyping, texting, connecting via social media, etc. If YOU'VE GOT MAIL is any indication, we have another fifteen years to wait for this to happen.

August 22, 2012

Gordon WIllis' New York: BROADWAY DANNY ROSE

Sadder than Manhattan, the elegiac and nostalgic Broadway Danny Rose is perhaps Allen's finest underrated film. Allen and Willis ping-pong from the city's iconic Broadway haunts, where washed-up comedians gather for coffee, to New Jersey, where madcap romance looms in the shape of Mia Farrow's giant, Mob Wives-eque sunglasses. A caper, a comedy, a mournful portrait of success and failure; a beautiful film.










August 7, 2012

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Harold Lloyd!



This entry is part of the Harold Lloyd Blogathon, running from August 6--10th, hosted by salesonfilm, oldfilmsflicker, and tpjost.

The purpose of the blogathon is to raise awareness of the films of Harold Lloyd and reinvigorate interest in celebrating and preserving the Burchard, NE birthplace of Harold Lloyd. Visit Save the Harold Lloyd Birthplace on Facebook for more info.


...faster than a speeding bullet...


...more powerful than a locomotive...

...able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!





Clark Kent, I suppose, had a little Harold Lloyd in him. --Joe Shuster, Superman co-creator



For years, comic book fans have debated the "real" identity of The Man of Steel: Superman, or Clark Kent? The alien immigrant or the Kansas farm boy? When teenagers Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster created Superman in the early 1930s, they based the characters' dual identities on two famous film stars of the time, Douglas Fairbanks and Harold Lloyd.




    

Fairbanks: eccentric, dashing, acrobatic star of swashbuckling adventures, whose famous, defiant arms akimbo pose later became Superman's signature posture. Lloyd: at intervals shy and bold, homely and handsome, intrepid and timid, whose iconic round-frame glasses helped to normalize the comedian's hidden athletic prowess.

However, while watching many Harold Lloyd pictures in preparation for this blogathon, I realized: Harold Lloyd may have been the model for Clark Kent, but he's Superman, too. No disrespect to Fairbanks, but Lloyd did just as much scaling up buildings, bounding around cities, and rescuing damsels--he just did it in glasses and a plain wool suit. Unlike Fairbanks, who reveled in the adventurous possibilities of faraway kingdoms and historical flights of fancy, Harold Lloyd was distinctly a man for his time; his averageness made him counterintuitively spectacular. In the words of critic Dave Kehr, "The other great silent comics defined their own worlds; Harold Lloyd lives dangerously in ours." 

In fact, Lloyd's comic persona inhabits both sides of the Clark Kent/Super divide. He is as often an innocent country lad (Grandma's Boy) as he is a street-smart metropolitan (Speedy); in Lloyd's most successful outings, he is able to combine the two poles of identity into a spectacular character arc (Safety Last!, The Kid Brother).

Harold Lloyd himself was born in the tiny midwestern town of Burchard, Nebraska--might as well have been Smallville, Kansas. The towering skyscrapers of New York and/or busy streets of Los Angeles are analogues to Kent's adopted home of Metropolis. In fact, when Siegel and Shuster were dreaming up Superman stories, they harkened back to the Lloyd pictures of their youth for inspiration. Film fed into comics, and then back into film. 


Harold Lloyd in Professor Beware from 1938, the same year Superman debuted in the comics.


But I like to think of Lloyd as more an example of "living history" in the creation/propagation of the Superman/Clark Kent mythos. It is not as if Siegel & Shuster were only looking to the silent movie past; throughout the '30s, Lloyd was actively making talking pictures. His second-to-last talkie premiered the same year as Superman, 1938. (Fairbanks, on the other hand, stopped making pictures all-together in the early '30s and passed away in 1939.)

All of this to say, you can look at Lloyd's onscreen persona as influencing the formation of Clark Kent/Superman in more ways than one. Unlike Kent, who needs to "pretend" not to be Superman all the time (or, vice versa, if you prefer), Harold Lloyd is able to be both at once. The flexibility within the average--Harold as "The Boy," the everyman, the regular Joe (or Clark, if you prefer)--allowed Lloyd to stun us with his daredevilry, amuse us with his wit, endear us to his humanity, and cheer at his successes. The more normal "The Boy," the more impressive the (Super)man. 


Cary Grant in Bringing Up Baby from 1938, the same year Superman debuts

You've seen Harold Lloyd in pictures, haven't you? ...Take his attitude--How he walks and how he moves, what he's doing, how he plays the scene. --Howard Hawks to Cary Grant 

Which brings us to later screen iterations of Harold Lloyd and his legacy as Kent/Superman. A pivotal point in this progression is 1938's screwball comedy masterpiece, Bringing Up Baby. The film's director, Howard Hawks, told Cary Grant to base his character, mild-mannered paleontologist David Huxley, on Harold Lloyd. Grant fixed himself up with a pair of round-rimmed glasses, an awkward-fitting suit, and the beleaguered exasperation of a man eternally cursed by comedic circumstance.

It is worth noting that even here we can look to Lloyd as a "living history" and a very real, viable influence on screwball comedy of the period. Two years earlier, Lloyd had starred in The Milky Way (1936) for director Leo McCarey. The film wasn't devised as a vehicle for Harold Lloyd, still boyish-looking then but well into his '40s, but McCarey new the material was right up Lloyd's alley. Incidentally, the next year, McCarey would direct another screwball classic, The Awful Truth, with who else? Cary Grant.

In Bringing Up Baby, we can see the influence of both silent-era Harold Lloyd and sound-era Harold Lloyd. I would post more about the Lloyd/Grant connection, but I think some screencaps from Bringing Up Baby and their equivalents in Lloyd's pictures speak for themselves.








   


I based the character of Clark Kent on the young Cary Grant. There's a wonderful scene in Bringing Up Baby in which he plays a paleontologist working on a dinosaur, and he's up on a ladder that is rocking back and forth. He looks terribly awkward and afraid, while Katharine Hepburn looks brash and fearless as she comes to his rescue. He has a shyness, vulnerability, and a certain charming goofiness that I thought would be perfect for Clark Kent. He even wears the same kind of glasses. Of course I knew I could never be Cary Grant, but there was nothing to prevent me from stealing from him. --Christopher Reeve 

Christopher Reeve as Clark Kent in Superman (1978), forty years after the debut of character

This quote says it all, really. Forty years after the release of Bringing Up Baby and the debut of Superman, Superman: The Movie re-established the comic strip character's relevancy. I don't know if Christopher Reeve was aware that Grant's performance was in turn influenced by Harold Lloyd, or if Reeve knew that Siegel and Shuster originally partly based Clark Kent on Lloyd. What I do know, is that Christopher Reeve's performances as Superman and Clark Kent are by far the most iconic invocations of these characters in the history of Superman. For many people, Christopher Reeve will always be Superman/Clark Kent. What they may not appreciate, however, is that Superman/Clark Kent has always been Harold Lloyd.


Brandon Routh as Clark Kent in Superman Returns (2006)

Christopher Reeve did such an amazing job that to give him some kind of accent or more bravado would have been wrong. --Brandon Routh


This brings us all the way to the present--well, 2006. Superman Returns was such a blatant remake of the 1978 Superman, many film viewers (aka me) wondered by the hell it was made in the first place. Infused by a stoic reverence for the Reeve movies, Superman Returns didn't dare do anything unique or original. It's not a terrible movie, but so paralyzed by its idolatry of the earlier film, that it never really comes to life on its own terms. 

Despite the flaws in the film, it is interesting to think of this "new" Superman as being precisely as old as the character itself. In modeling his performance on Christopher Reeve, Brandon Routh is in essence playing Reeve playing Grant playing Lloyd.

Harold Lloyd was at the beginning of Superman's inception, and continues to be a reverberating influence every time the character is revived on the big screen. Whereas Douglas Fairbanks might have contributed Superman's iconic pose--Routh does it beautifully--I would argue that the Kent persona--shy, bumbling, lovelorn, honest, hardworking, and forever optimistic--is all Harold Lloyd.

June 20, 2012

What did you learn in film school today, dear?

Last night on Twitter, I got into it a little bit about what constitutes a "classic film." What a boring, old argument, I know. But I was in a bit of a mood, feeling defensive, and so I snapped up the bait. I was on team "there is no old or new cinema, only CINEMAH!" Which is just about the most earnestly embarrassing naive expression of Youth with a capital Y that there could possibly be (and the kind of idealized utopianism that only proves the oft-argued opinion of older film critics that them kids just don't know what they're takin' about because they haven't lived yet).

Well, excuse me for being young. I can't argue with you there. Older people have had more time to learn things, it's true! I can't fight math (though Lord knows I've tried). But I'm 24 and Orson Welles made Citizen Kane when he was 25, so cut me some slack here.

But I couldn't stop thinking how you could actually categorize a "classic" film. How could I prove my point that there can be classics from any era? Well, I crawled back into the corner of my mind where I keep my "What I learned in film school" folder and dug up some terminology that sort of helped me with my book-learnin'. So, here, I gift to you, gratis, some BS film stuff I spent four years and $40, 000 to learn.




1895--1910 Early cinema

I think it's crucial that there be a division within "silent film." The Great Train Robbery is not the same as Metropolis, and there are more consideration than merely having or not having sound. Even that distinction is blurred by films with post-synchronized dialogue or companion sound tracks or sound effects (eg. Wings, Sunrise).

I've made 1910 the cut-off for "Early Cinema" for one reason: D.W. Griffith. In 1910, Griffith shot the first film in Hollywood, In Old California, with his Biograph players (including future multi-era Hollywood superstars Lillian Gish and Mary Pickford). As Jesus Christ is to Christianity, American cinema history can be measured pre-and post-D.W. Griffith; and the man is just as controversial. Griffith established the basics of the cinematic visual language in American film (which dominated the Western world to the point of saturation and only became challenged critically during the New Wave movements of the late '50s/early '60s; Asian cinema is a whole 'nother story). But what of the other apostles: Alice Guy-Blanche, Oscar Micheaux, or the future studio moguls who started out as business men and merged with creatives out of economic necessity?

There are simply too many pioneers to mention; this era is like the cinema gold rush: everybody was doing everything and taking credit for it. As anecdotal evidence, I would suggest that just watching films from 1903--1909, you "feel" a difference. Narratives are less consistent, editing techniques we've come to take for granted (shot/reverse/shot, parallel editing, variation in camera position) are not always present. Post-1910, you have the rise of "the star" as a market force, which helps to define studios, normalize exhibition patterns, and shape the kinds of stories that are being told (which in turn standardizes the length of films, as well as their framing--the history of "the star" and the close-up are inextricably linked).

1910--1928 The Silent Era

Here we enter what most people think of when they think of "silent films." All the pioneers are present and accounted for (Griffith), and many figures that will later dominate The Sound Era are cutting their teeth (Hitchcock, Lang, Wellman). Good ol' Allan Dwan began shooting pictures in 1911 and didn't stop until 1961.

This is the period where narratives become more standardized, genres become more defined, and like I said earlier, it's all about MOVIE STARS. The Silent Era is most prominently divided by the First World War, a profound cultural event that impacted the stories that would be told after the conflict, as well as brought European talent to Hollywood and contributed to the diversity of American film and its transcontinental proliferation and dominance.

The 1928 end date is a bit iffy because, of course, The Jazz Singer debuted in 1927. However, it wasn't until very late in 1928 that most studios begin releasing sound pictures. This was a very hectic period for Hollywood, with studios re-shooting their in-production silents for sound, re-casting actors or training old ones in how to speak and move on camera and a bevy of other transitional chaos. It is worth noting that 1926/1927/1928 is generally considered the apex of the silent film form in America (and when you look at comparable European films in 1929/1930, I believe the late '20s were the absolute height of the form). Of course, we'll never know, will we? Only Chaplin continued making silent masterpieces, and maybe only he could have. The silent film form is still viable, still alive and energetic, but now sadly, irrevocably just another "quirk" in the arsenal of filmic grammar.



1928--1968 The Sound Era

Within what we can loosely "The Sound Era," from the beginnings of synchronized sound in studio feature films to the dissolution of the Hays Code and implementation of the MPAA ratings system in 1968, there are several distinctive sub-categories. The most significant of these, at least to the TCM audience, is what is commonly known as Classical Hollywood Cinema, aka what most people think of when they think of "classics." I would date Classical Hollywood Cinema from 1934 (enforcement of the Hays Code) to about 1959 (I agree with Robert Osborne on this one).

As you can see, this leaves some "in-between" periods; I like to think of 1928--1934 and 1959--1968 as liminal periods in American film history. When you think about it, these were periods of great upheaval and transitional change for the country at large, so why not for cinema as well? Both of these liminal periods feature great change within the studio system, the restructuring of stardom (eg. silent film stars fading, or television stars rising/crossing over to features), and experimentation of the film form. Perhaps most notably, both periods gave rise to certain rebellious behaviors. The early '30s are well-known as the "Pre-Code" era, where racy subject matter was celebrated and sex and violence reigned. The same kind of moral flexibility is evident in the '60s, a period in American cinema where the old guard collided with new sensibilities, sometimes creating awkward Frankenstein hybrids, sometimes creating unique masterpieces.

I may be a bit biased because the 1960s happen to hold a special place in my heart, but the more I see from this decade, the more I'm intrigued by this often unwieldy collision of old and new, of Jack Warner and Roger Corman, of roadshow fanfare and midnight movie madness. I would argue that any "liminal" period in film history is worth investigating, and because of its unique hybridity, often more rewarding than the stalwart classics in any era.




1968--1982 New Hollywood

Bonnie and Clyde is generally cited as the shot heard 'round the world. What shocking violence! That was 1967 and a year later, Jack Valenti et al shuffled through the Scrabble letters and came up with the (seemingly eternal, always frustrating) ratings system.

New Hollywood is basically the moment when the monkeys took over the zoo. It was the first era in American cinema where the preeminent directors were film school educated. Unlike guys like Allan Dwan, who came to Hollywood before the rest of the country even knew the name, and then worked as literally everything, from mechanic to actor to stuntman to gaffer to director, guys like Spielberg, Coppola and Scorsese emerged from the film culture that was equal parts academic (NYU, UCLA) and practical ("interning" with Roger Corman, etc). Part of this change was mandated by the dissolution of the studio system, some of it stemmed from changing tastes, and a large part was due to the proliferation of the auteur theory as a viable artistic career goal. For the first time since Early Cinema, individualization trumped studio recognition; the draw was the director's singular vision, not the story, not the stars, and certainly not the studio.

Importantly, the New Hollywood directors were profoundly influenced by the international New Wave moment that gripping France, Japan, Italy, Sweden, etc. Woody Allen strove to create Bergman pictures while Bergman was still directing; Scorsese was influenced by Fellini, Lucas by Kurosawa, and because the old masters were still active, these influences were all mashed up together. The old and new entered into a continuum; the influences and the influenced became harder to disentangle. Everything became more referential. Suddenly, decades of lofty FILM HISTORY weighed heavily on creator and viewer alike.

The genre experimentation that began in the late studio era found its logical expression in the era's extreme violence and Vietnam-era disillusionment. Guys like Sam Peckinpah, who began making Westerns with genre stalwarts like Randolph Scott and Joel McCrea (Ride the High Country) later exploded the very notion of classicism with films like The Wild Bunch and Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. A similar mournful or elegiac tone permeated much of the films from this era; a co-mingling of post-Kennedy disenchantment and Nixonian paranoia prevailed.

This pessimism was somewhat mediated by the "invention" of the modern Hollywood blockbuster, generally credited to Jaws in 1975. Think: Star Wars, Raiders of the Lost Ark. The blockbuster era also ushered in an era of cross-promotion, of theme park rides, merchandising potentialities, sequels, prequels and spinoffs. In an effort to maximize profits, films were no longer "films" (that is, singular entities with a life contained in its run-time), but "properties" belonging to multi-national corporations who may mine them for revenue, in perpetuity, amen.

The death of New Hollywood came after a series of big budget flops. Everyone was trying to make another Star Wars while retaining a semblage of auteuristic control. High profile failures by previously commercial directors (Michael Cimino's Heavens Gate in 1980 and Coppola's One from the Heart in 1982) effectively decimated Hollywood's tenuous relationship with the expensive idealism of the "Movie Brats."



1982--present??? The What-The-Hell-Do-We-Call-This-Now Era


What factors define the "Modern Era" of American film? 

The rise of computer graphics, video tape, DVD, digital projection; struggles with postfeminism, queer identity, race and gender; the rise of independent cinema; the ascendency and domination of the multiplex; the "threat" to the multiplex as posed by ever-multiplying home viewing options; internet piracy; skyrocketing production costs and the importance of overseas box office; post-modern conceptions of temporality and globalism...I think the list could go on and on. And that's just Hollywood.

The year is 2012. Are we in an essentially different era of American film than people in 1986? In 1994? Even, in 2001? Perhaps, but perhaps not. I don't have an answer. I have a lot of ideas on where we could divvy up this thirty year block. Perhaps in 1998, which introduced us to the wonderful world of DVD? DVD offered greater resolution and data capacity than any previous home viewing format, so much so that it could replace film as a medium for exhibition. It extreme portability made the copying and sharing of movies infinitely easier, and, along with digital home video cameras, ushered us into to the DIY era of digital filmmaking, the exhilarating/terrifying/threatening/wonderful "anyone can make films" period of media saturation we still live in.

If we focus our attention on the margins of "film," that is, NOT the theatrical distribution and exhibition of Hollywood feature films, I believe we can most accurately pinpoint the distinctive features of the "Modern Era." It is not so much what's on the big screen, as the kinds of screen on which we're watching. Increased interactivity, the multiplication of viewing formats, and above all, the proliferation of CHOICE in our viewing habits, are are primary factors in establishing what makes our "Modern Era" different from eras past.

I don't believe it's so much the kinds of stories that have changed, but more importantly, the way we can tell the same old stories with new technologies and "see" them in new ways.



So, what's a classic again?

All this stupid definition of terms is hopefully toward a broader understanding of "classic." Classic is ephemeral, contestable, controversial, and constantly evolving. I like to think of the "classic" the same way I think of "genre:" it's a helpful terminology that allows us to group certain films together, separate others, and generally give us a way of seeing to make some organization out of chaos. It is NOT the be-all and end-all designation for certain films and it is not written in stone. There will always be liminal, marginal films that defy categorization or bridge many categories at once. Is there really a distinction between "classic" and "cult classic"? Or is such terminology only an attempt to separate what society has internalized as a high culture vs. low culture binary?

I think that by dividing film history into eras based on chronology (and setting the limits of those eras on concrete developments like technological innovations, industrial change, etc.), we can better understand what kind of films exemplify a certain era. Once we pinpoint the characteristic elements of a certain era, we can come to define which films represent classics from that era. Therefore, yes, you can have classic films from the 1930s, but also from the 1910s and the 2000s.

For some reason, we have, as a culture, adopted the "classic" terminology to refer to a fixed period in history. We are stubbornly enamored with "THE PAST." But to have a cut-off date for classic films? Absurd. And not only that, but genuinely ignorant and disrespectful of film history.

I know it's hard to cope with one national cinema, let alone many, but as a final mind-bender, consider the varying definitions of "classic" as they may apply to movies from other countries. While French New Wave and British New Wave are more likely to be given "classic" status in America (aka be shown on TCM) because of their eras (late 1950s--1960s), what about New Wave cinemas from Asian? The Korean New Wave began in the 1990s. Chinese cinema came to prominence in the West in the 1980s with the Fifth Generation filmmakers. But to what American or European critics might appear to be a "classic" example of Chinese filmmaking, might, to a scholar of Chinese cinema, be analogous to Hollywood's "Movie Brats." If you fix a rigid temporal restriction on film "classics," how does that apply to other cinematic cultures?


Conclusion


Like every good student of the Humanities, my conclusions are inconclusive. Sifting through the sands of film history, I can only glimpse at fragments. There is no complete picture and there should not be definitive definitions. We live in a continuum, constantly in communication with the past, the present, the future, with other media, with ourselves and our communities. I would humbly suggest that those who use "classics" for only films produced during the period of Classical Hollywood Cinema, reconsider and substitute that terminology (or, CHC for short). Because although the Golden Era of Hollywood represents the solidification--perhaps even perfection--of the American cinema style, it certainly does not hold exclusive rights to what makes a "classic."