A Band Called Death, a film by Drafthouse Films, debuted Friday in select cities…
by Guest Contributor Angry Asian Man; originally published at Angry Asian Man Uhhh… what…
If you are among the folks not feeling Zoe Saldana as Nina Simone, perhaps you’ll…
By Margaret Redlich
When I studied The Great Gatsby in college, we spent an entire class period on the character of Meyer Wolsheim–. From the multiple descriptions of his oversize nose and atrocious dialect (“gonnegtions”), it only took five minutes for the class to determine he was supposed to be Jewish, and someone involved was terribly racist. The question then became, was the racism from the author, Fitzgerald, or the narrator, Nick Carroway? An added complication, if Gatsby was conceived by the author as Jewish, but not known to be Jewish by Carroway, does that mean that Fitzgerald was not racist? Or at least less racist? With five minutes left in the class period, one of my classmates said that she had an uncle named “Gatz” (Gatsby’s birth name) and he was Jewish, so the class voted for Gatsby as Jewish and thus the narrator as the racist.
In the recent film, director Baz Lurhmann leaves Gatsby’s origins open to interpretation. The character of Meyer Wolfsheim is still presented as Jewish, but only in name. The dialect is softened and Carroway’s voice over narration is not included in this scene. Luhrman also makes an effort to soften elements of the character’s appearance and personality; instead of two molars used as cufflinks and discussed in detail, Wolfsheim has one used as a tie pin, which is only mentioned in passing. As to the reaction of other characters to Wolfsheim: in the novel Gatsby is happy to see him leave; In the film, he is happy to see him arrive. These are easily understandable alterations, necessary to make the scene palatable to a modern audience. Less easy to understand? Luhrmann’s decision to cast a Desi actor to play the role. Even stranger, Amitabh Bachchan, after 40 years of Indian superstardom, decided to make The Great Gatsby his American debut.
::Puts on black-lady-of-a-certain-age hat:: You kids today don’t even know. Those of us who were…
By Latoya Peterson
So I haven’t done a movie review for this site in forever, and I probably will never again. That’s because before I started this gig, I watched movies like this:
And now I watch movies like this:
But the other Knights wanted to go, it looked pretty, Hova did the soundtrack, and I was hoping it would be as much fun as Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette. (Huh? Plot? We ain’t got time for alla that. That’s what the book is for.)
So, Gatsby was fun–as one of my friends noted, it’s “Art Deco Porn.” But of course, there’s also race things. Some quick observations after the jump. *SPOILERS TOO!*
by Joseph Lamour The levels to which I would like to see Lucy Liu, Eva…
By Guest Contributors Zach Stafford and Nico Lang
Over the years, people of color have had the hardest time breaking into the ‘biz’ or just simply being recognized for the work that they have done on the silver screen.
It was in 1939 that the first African American person–Hattie McDaniel–won an Oscar for her supporting role in Gone With the Wind. It took 30 years for another African American person to win again: Sidney Poitier won Best Actor in a leading role for Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?, a film that tackles racial divides and interracial dating at the onslaught of integration. But how much have we integrated since then?
In their 2011 New York Times article, “Hollywood’s Whiteout,” staff film critics Manohla Dargis and A.O. Scott wrote, “[Race] in American cinema has rarely been a matter of simple step-by-step progress. It has more often proceeded in fits and starts, with backlashes coming on the heels of breakthroughs, and periods of intense argument followed by uncomfortable silence.” Their article came out in response to the 2010 Academy Awards where zero African Americans were nominated, which struck many as peculiar within this Obama Era where ideals around post-racism circulated from sea to shining sea.
The lack of people of color at the Academy Awards was a stark reminder that Hollywood was still very much divided. Let’s play a game: Can you name a prominent black actor under 30? Someone that, if you walked up to a random person on the street, they would know who you are talking about? Didn’t think so.