The Scorsese shot appears to have been done with a Steadicam following Liotta and Bracco in a single direction, much easier to do than the far more complex and intricately choreographed Welles’ shot done with a crane/boom camera moved in three dimensions. Scorsese’s shot follows two subjects on a linear path and the people they encounter on that path are essentially stationary. On the other hand the Welles’s shot involves exquisitely delicate timing of movement of the crane camera, the “movement” of buildings in and out of frame, movement tracking and timing of several actors and the principal motor vehicle, and even entrance and exit timings of at least a score of extras. In short, Scorsese’s shot juggles one ball in the air, while Welles’s shot juggles about a dozen balls in the air.
NovadogMay 11, 2019, 5:32 PM
AA; that was an amazing dissection/analysis of those films. I’ve always been a fan of Wells and found your post fascinating. Thanks.
ghostsniperMay 11, 2019, 7:22 PM
The thing that has always attracted me to the older films and to a lesser degree, older TV shows, is the duration of the shots that allow you to see as much as you want rather than having that decision made by others. I think it was Hitchcock that emphasized the idea that the viewer needs to be a contributor, and will, if the filmer will let him, thus, hitchcock rarely showed any actual violence in his films and TV shows. Your imagination is much more intense if spurred by the director.
I don’t watch much TV and almost no modern day TV. My wife watched a show called “BlackList” and it came on last night at 8pm. We were yappin’ on the couch when it came on so I watched about the first 30 seconds of Blacklist. That’s all I could stand before I had to literally flee the room. She sat there and continued to stare at it, mesmerized. The edits were in the 1 to 4 second range, rapid fire, with some sort of escalating music overtaking the background and I suppose they were telling a story but with that “style” of editing it was like listening with the eyes to an auctioneer while the ears were blocking just about everything out. (Like driving slowly past a car wreck and everybody in the car is yapping so you yell, “SHUT UP, I CAN’T SEE!”) Again, devolving of an art. And I’ll waste little time on it.
Auntie AnalogueMay 11, 2019, 8:40 PM
My dear Novadog, thank you for your kind compliment.
Another contrast between those two shots lies in their scores. Scorsese used a girl group pop song (The Crystals’ “Then He Kissed Me”) to suggest how Bracco is falling for Liotta’s showy effort to sweep her off her feet, while Welles used the percussive Latino syncopation of Henry Mancini’s score to add extra tension to the viewer’s awareness of the ticking time bomb in the convertible’s trunk. Indeed the opening close-up of the time bomb is scored with the bomb clock’s own ticking, which almost immediately shifts to Mancini’s Latin percussion, and when the couple who will get into the convertible enter the frame, the score introduces its menacing swell of trombones.
FrogdaddyMay 12, 2019, 7:26 AM
@gs
I’m beginning to think the opposite sex can not extricate itself from garbage. Mine was watching a remake of “The Predator”. I could only take so much of the gutter dialog, if you even want to consider it dialog. No substance whatsoever. I’m not an old guy and certainly not a prude. But, I was born and lived in NJ for some of my youth, I know shit when I see it. Thank God for discernment.
Another homage to the Wells shot is the openng shot in Robert Altman’s “The Player”. He tracks Tim Robbins across the area in front of the offices at 20th Century lot, from pulling up and parking his car thru the walk across the grass, into the offices, finally sitting at his desk. If there was a score, I don’t remember it, but there was constant chatter between Robbins and the various people talking at him. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105151/
RichardMay 12, 2019, 8:57 AM
The edits were in the 1 to 4 second range, rapid fire, with some sort of escalating music overtaking the background++++++++
Two thoughts:
1) Such is required to “hold” an audience that has had its attention span altered by the array of electronic gewgaws that hold them captive.
2) The noise and sensory overload compensate for the dearth in quality of the writing.
Like you, I cannot bear to have the toob on for any appreciable length of time, unless it’s something from my movie library. Said consists mostly of older offerings.
I may be an old dude, but I’m a discerning old dude.
Richard, like you I have a movie ‘library’ of films. The films were selected with one criteria, would I like to watch it again someday.
The people at my physical therapy office are nice young folks but I was shocked that none of them own any DVD’s or CD’s. Nor the equipment to play them on (so much for my offer to lend “Rob Roy” and “The Court Jester” from my library). They stream everything. If it’s not on the playlist, they don’t know about it.
Most of the films I like to watch don’t ‘stream’.
Nifty form of censorship by the way.
ghostsniperMay 12, 2019, 10:50 AM
The only time my wife and I watch TV is at supper time and we don’t watch the ongoing commercial stuff. We have 5 DVD players, 1 does international stuff, connected to a 48″ Sanyo wall mounted. It’s kind of a PITA to keep all of it organized but the alternative is not bearable.
All of the DVD players have old TV show series in them from the 40’s, 50’s, and a few 60’s and we rotate through them each night. Most are 30 min episodes and some are 60 mins. Here’s the current line-up:
1. The Loner, Lloyd Bridges, a 30 min western from the early 60’s. His son Jeff was in one of them and Beau in another. 5 thumbs up!
2. High Chaparral, Leif Ericson, a 60 min western from the mid 60’s. 3 thumbs up!
3. A Man with a Camera, Charles Bronson, a 30 min NYFC action/drama from the 50’s. 2 thumbs up!
4. Tombstone Territory, Pat Conroy, a 30 min western from the late 50’s. 5 thumbs up!
5. Alfred Hitchcock Presents, a 30 min suspense from the late 50’s with a variety of actors in each show, last nights episode had a young Robert Redford. 5 thumbs up!
When amazon finally drops the price per volume (2 volumes per season) below $20 I’ll order the 14th season of Gunsmoke, as we’ve bought and watched 1-13 so far. We’ll just keep living in the past until it overtakes us, for the present isn’t living at all, not by a long stretch.
Gordon ScottMay 13, 2019, 10:07 AM
Wasn’t there also a rather long shot of Bruce Willis in the opening of “The Bonfire of the Vanities?” Again, more like the Goodfellas shot than the Touch of Evil shot.
Old movies and cinematography competed very well for our attention. Now, that has to happen on YouTube. It’s a brave new world but damn I miss the old shows.
Recently I watched a 1992 movie (I think it was) with very long shots of the artist’s hand with the charcoal, pastel or brush. Also of the model. It was risky stuff for the director but worked great for me.
Russian Ark was a full length movie (not five years old) all shot in one take by a guy wearing a monster camera with a counterbalance to control the weight. A full-length tour of the Hermitage in St Petersburg. Every room enters a different historical era, and there is grand pageantry with dancing, drama, etc. Insane good stuff only made great by the effort, but then you have to remember what turd-sniffers the Russians are.
SkorpionMay 13, 2019, 5:09 PM
Welles was a genius, and TOUCH OF EVIL was a brilliant cap to his career. But GOODFELLAS has always seemed to me to be one astonishing scene after another, where the cinematography, direction, dialogue, acting, and action combine to put the viewer in the dead-center of Henry Hill’s world. My personal favorite sequence is the “Last Day as a Wiseguy” drug-bust narrative; by the time the narc points the gun at Henry, my heartbeat and pulse were racing from the almost unbearable rush of the events.
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
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The Scorsese shot appears to have been done with a Steadicam following Liotta and Bracco in a single direction, much easier to do than the far more complex and intricately choreographed Welles’ shot done with a crane/boom camera moved in three dimensions. Scorsese’s shot follows two subjects on a linear path and the people they encounter on that path are essentially stationary. On the other hand the Welles’s shot involves exquisitely delicate timing of movement of the crane camera, the “movement” of buildings in and out of frame, movement tracking and timing of several actors and the principal motor vehicle, and even entrance and exit timings of at least a score of extras. In short, Scorsese’s shot juggles one ball in the air, while Welles’s shot juggles about a dozen balls in the air.
AA; that was an amazing dissection/analysis of those films. I’ve always been a fan of Wells and found your post fascinating. Thanks.
The thing that has always attracted me to the older films and to a lesser degree, older TV shows, is the duration of the shots that allow you to see as much as you want rather than having that decision made by others. I think it was Hitchcock that emphasized the idea that the viewer needs to be a contributor, and will, if the filmer will let him, thus, hitchcock rarely showed any actual violence in his films and TV shows. Your imagination is much more intense if spurred by the director.
I don’t watch much TV and almost no modern day TV. My wife watched a show called “BlackList” and it came on last night at 8pm. We were yappin’ on the couch when it came on so I watched about the first 30 seconds of Blacklist. That’s all I could stand before I had to literally flee the room. She sat there and continued to stare at it, mesmerized. The edits were in the 1 to 4 second range, rapid fire, with some sort of escalating music overtaking the background and I suppose they were telling a story but with that “style” of editing it was like listening with the eyes to an auctioneer while the ears were blocking just about everything out. (Like driving slowly past a car wreck and everybody in the car is yapping so you yell, “SHUT UP, I CAN’T SEE!”) Again, devolving of an art. And I’ll waste little time on it.
My dear Novadog, thank you for your kind compliment.
Another contrast between those two shots lies in their scores. Scorsese used a girl group pop song (The Crystals’ “Then He Kissed Me”) to suggest how Bracco is falling for Liotta’s showy effort to sweep her off her feet, while Welles used the percussive Latino syncopation of Henry Mancini’s score to add extra tension to the viewer’s awareness of the ticking time bomb in the convertible’s trunk. Indeed the opening close-up of the time bomb is scored with the bomb clock’s own ticking, which almost immediately shifts to Mancini’s Latin percussion, and when the couple who will get into the convertible enter the frame, the score introduces its menacing swell of trombones.
@gs
I’m beginning to think the opposite sex can not extricate itself from garbage. Mine was watching a remake of “The Predator”. I could only take so much of the gutter dialog, if you even want to consider it dialog. No substance whatsoever. I’m not an old guy and certainly not a prude. But, I was born and lived in NJ for some of my youth, I know shit when I see it. Thank God for discernment.
Another homage to the Wells shot is the openng shot in Robert Altman’s “The Player”. He tracks Tim Robbins across the area in front of the offices at 20th Century lot, from pulling up and parking his car thru the walk across the grass, into the offices, finally sitting at his desk. If there was a score, I don’t remember it, but there was constant chatter between Robbins and the various people talking at him.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105151/
The edits were in the 1 to 4 second range, rapid fire, with some sort of escalating music overtaking the background++++++++
Two thoughts:
1) Such is required to “hold” an audience that has had its attention span altered by the array of electronic gewgaws that hold them captive.
2) The noise and sensory overload compensate for the dearth in quality of the writing.
Like you, I cannot bear to have the toob on for any appreciable length of time, unless it’s something from my movie library. Said consists mostly of older offerings.
I may be an old dude, but I’m a discerning old dude.
Richard, like you I have a movie ‘library’ of films. The films were selected with one criteria, would I like to watch it again someday.
The people at my physical therapy office are nice young folks but I was shocked that none of them own any DVD’s or CD’s. Nor the equipment to play them on (so much for my offer to lend “Rob Roy” and “The Court Jester” from my library). They stream everything. If it’s not on the playlist, they don’t know about it.
Most of the films I like to watch don’t ‘stream’.
Nifty form of censorship by the way.
The only time my wife and I watch TV is at supper time and we don’t watch the ongoing commercial stuff. We have 5 DVD players, 1 does international stuff, connected to a 48″ Sanyo wall mounted. It’s kind of a PITA to keep all of it organized but the alternative is not bearable.
All of the DVD players have old TV show series in them from the 40’s, 50’s, and a few 60’s and we rotate through them each night. Most are 30 min episodes and some are 60 mins. Here’s the current line-up:
1. The Loner, Lloyd Bridges, a 30 min western from the early 60’s. His son Jeff was in one of them and Beau in another. 5 thumbs up!
2. High Chaparral, Leif Ericson, a 60 min western from the mid 60’s. 3 thumbs up!
3. A Man with a Camera, Charles Bronson, a 30 min NYFC action/drama from the 50’s. 2 thumbs up!
4. Tombstone Territory, Pat Conroy, a 30 min western from the late 50’s. 5 thumbs up!
5. Alfred Hitchcock Presents, a 30 min suspense from the late 50’s with a variety of actors in each show, last nights episode had a young Robert Redford. 5 thumbs up!
When amazon finally drops the price per volume (2 volumes per season) below $20 I’ll order the 14th season of Gunsmoke, as we’ve bought and watched 1-13 so far. We’ll just keep living in the past until it overtakes us, for the present isn’t living at all, not by a long stretch.
Wasn’t there also a rather long shot of Bruce Willis in the opening of “The Bonfire of the Vanities?” Again, more like the Goodfellas shot than the Touch of Evil shot.
Both now on my watch list. Thanks.
Old movies and cinematography competed very well for our attention. Now, that has to happen on YouTube. It’s a brave new world but damn I miss the old shows.
Recently I watched a 1992 movie (I think it was) with very long shots of the artist’s hand with the charcoal, pastel or brush. Also of the model. It was risky stuff for the director but worked great for me.
Russian Ark was a full length movie (not five years old) all shot in one take by a guy wearing a monster camera with a counterbalance to control the weight. A full-length tour of the Hermitage in St Petersburg. Every room enters a different historical era, and there is grand pageantry with dancing, drama, etc. Insane good stuff only made great by the effort, but then you have to remember what turd-sniffers the Russians are.
Welles was a genius, and TOUCH OF EVIL was a brilliant cap to his career. But GOODFELLAS has always seemed to me to be one astonishing scene after another, where the cinematography, direction, dialogue, acting, and action combine to put the viewer in the dead-center of Henry Hill’s world. My personal favorite sequence is the “Last Day as a Wiseguy” drug-bust narrative; by the time the narc points the gun at Henry, my heartbeat and pulse were racing from the almost unbearable rush of the events.
P.S. Here’s the sequence I referred to above: https://vimeo.com/134835336