NWR: Buster Keaton

Sharon Bowman

Sharon Bowman
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Just the best. I read an article in which two new DVDs of his were coming out, including "Steamboat Bill Jr." Brilliance!

I'd like to take this time to rhapsodize about the humor of Buster. And how the boulder-rolling ending to "Seven Chances" is god film. And how "Sherlock Jr." is breath-cutting. And how "The Cameraman" makes you fall in love with him 24 times a second.

And to inquire as to "The General," which to me falls flatter than sub-ocean-level plains.
 
Admit knowledge of Keaton's work is lacking. Just put some things in the Netflix queue. Thanks for bringing this up.
 
I'm with you almost all the way, Sharon. Except General is wonderful too. I was going to add what the Slate article already mentioned - the Carl Davis score just catches the mood of the film perfectly. (I heard it conducted live by Davis, with the LSO at the Barbican, while they screened the film in synch. What an experience that was - all of 20 years ago...)
General has fewer laughs/minute then the other films - the Navigator seems to be too much overlooked in my opinion - but has a transcendent, epic quality about it that easily makes up for the relative paucity of gags.
cheers,
G
 
Literally, I grew up on Keaton -- it was Saturday early morning television in Los Angeles in the early 1950s before Mighty Mouse and other "modern" stuff came on about 9 or 10 am. We also had silent films from the likes of Laurel and Hardy and silent cartoons (e.g., Felix the Cat, and, as I recall, Steamboat Mickey) with background music from the likes of Ellington (e.g., The Mooche) and Basie (e.g., 12th Street Rag)! Shaped my life in some ways.

There was an excellent guerrilla theatre group in the mid-late 1960s, patterned after the SF Mime Troupe, named the East Bay Sharks (I know they played in NYC in clubs, too), that used to play at noon at Sproul Plaza on the Berkeley Campus. One day they announced that they were playing cartoon music to back their production. They played The Mooche (they had a live clarinetist); I winced. Someone must have informed them of what it was, and the next day, they humbly apologized for having referred to it as "cartoon music."
 
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