The Films to Watch This Autumn

”Parasite”, 2019 | Barunson E&A, CJ Entertainment

 
Nothing like an Almodóvar film and a noir thriller to get the conversation started. One of the best things about autumn just has to be the films released (strategically or not) this time of year. Here is my very select list of some of the most noteworthy movies arriving in cinemas this fall.
 

”Dolor y gloria”, 2019 | El Deseo, Canal+

 
Dolor y gloria, directed by Pedro Almodóvar

The film reunites Almodóvar and Antonio Banderas in what the filmmaker deems a deeply personal story. Banderas plays film director Salvador Mallo (writing this name, I’ve realised the resemblance to Almodóvar’s name – it includes all the letters in the director’s surname) whose life is falling apart in middle age. I am a fan of Almodóvar’s films and after all the accolades Pain and Glory has received so far (it premiered at Cannes and Banderas won the award for best actor) and after hearing the director talk (scroll down to the episode with Almodóvar) about the film, I don’t think I am setting my expectations high for no reason. From the set design and visual style to the musical score by Alberto Iglesias, his longtime collaborator, from the journey into his own psyche to Antonio Banderas’ possibly best performance to date, Almodóvar has certainly prepared for us something difficult to predict and most likely one of his key films.

 

”Joker”, 2019 | BRON Studios, Creative Wealth Media Finance

 
Joker, directed by Todd Phillips

When I first heard that they were making Joker, the villain origin story, I immediately connected it with the Batman franchise and bearing in mind Heath Ledger’s performance in Dark Knight, which I consider no less than the best film performance of all time, and although I admire Joaquin Phoenix’s acting tremendously, I just thought it was a very bad idea. But things seem to be a little different. I’ve only watched the trailer, but it gave me the goosebumps. Joker seems to be more like a distinctive, character-driven drama that has nothing to do with Batman and more to do with Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver and The King of Comedy (Robert De Niro appears in Joker, too). Every once in a while there comes a film which you have a certain feeling about. I wonder if Joker is one of them. At first sight, it appears that way. And it has just won the Golden Lion in Venice. And that song, Jimmy Durante’s “Smile” (which originally appeared as an instrumental track in Charlie Chaplin’s 1936 Modern Times) that plays in the trailer… And talking about the music department, I just have to add that the composer for the movie is Hildur Guðnadóttir, who is also known for collaborating with Jóhann Jóhannsson (see note end of article) on the scores for Arrival (2016) and Sicario (2015). Everything looks and sounds good so far.
 

”La Gomera”, 2019 | 42 km Film, Bord Cadre Films

 
La Gomera, directed by Corneliu Porumboiu

The Whistlers (the English distribution title) is actually the only film of the ones in this list that I have already watched and it is one of the best movies of the year. “El Silbo” is a whistling language, a whistled version of Spanish used by the locals on the island of La Gomera in the Canaries. Romanian director Corneliu Porumboiu said that a few years ago he watched a documentary about “El Silbo”, and that this fascinating language, on the verge of disappearance, was being rediscovered and used again on La Gomera, and it inspired him to write this story. In the film, Cristi is a corrupt Romanian cop who becomes involved with the mob and he is brought to La Gomera to be schooled in the tradition of silbo whistling so that he can get a crooked business man out of prison. “Good luck trying to sort it all out, because in the grand tradition of “The Maltese Falcon” and “The Big Sleep,” Porumboiu treasures the chemistry between his characters over the meandering scenario that grows around them,” wrote Eric Kohn for IndieWire. A neo-noir thriller with a flashback narrative, ambiguous characters who all have something to hide, a femme fatale with a mysterious past, each chapter built around a main colour (just have a look at the film poster), motel sequences that remind of Hitchcock, an abandoned film studio that reminds of westerns, a winding scenario and a stylized world that pull you in and keeps you guessing until the end credits.
 

”Les plus belles années d’une vie“, 2019 | Les Films 13

 
Les plus belles années d’une vie, directed by Claude Lelouch

Claude Lelouch, who won the Palme d’Or in 1966 with Un home et une femme, returned to Cannes this year with the film Les plus belles années d’une vie which brings back the mythical couple Jean-Louis Trintignant and Anouk Aimée from 53 years ago. If only for that reason alone, I want to watch the movie.
 

”The Irishman”, 2019 | Netflix

 
The Irishman, directed by Martin Scorsese

Based on Charles Brandt’s true-crime book “I Heard You Paint Houses”, The Irishman tells the story of Frank Sheeran (Robert De Niro), a World War II veteran who became a mob hitman and played a role in union boss Jimmy Hoffa’s disappearance. Al Pacino (in his first Scorsese film!) plays Hoffa. The cast also includes Joe Pesci and Harvey Keitel. Yes, it looks like the good old times. And as a matter of fact I have been re-watching some of the director’s classics after listening to Edith Bowman’s great interview with Thelma Schoonmaker, Martin Scorsese’s long-time collaborator. But I have to admit that I will go see The Irishman with mixed feelings. The de-aging technology used in the film on De Niro, Pacino and Pesci, who play their characters across decades, does not sit well with me. Does a Scorsese film really need extensive visual effects?
 

”Marriage Story”, 2019 | Heyday Films, Netflix

 
Marriage Story, directed by Noah Baumbach

The film addresses parental separating and its effects on children. But it’s not the story of every divorce, as director Noah Baumbach draws on his own experience, both as a child and a parent, to tell a very personal story. Adam Driver plays Charlie, a playwright, and Scarlett Johansson plays Nicole, an actor, and they are going through unsettling divorce proceedings, fighting for the custody of their son. The film premiered at the Venice Film Festival and both Johansson and Driver have been praised for their tremendous performances.
 

”It Must Be Heaven”, 2019 | Abbout Productions, Possible Media

 
It Must Be Heaven, directed by Elia Suleiman

Elia Suleiman’s image-making talent and slapstick auteurship have been compared to the films of Jacques Tati and Buster Keaton. In It Must Be Heaven, the filmmaker-actor Elia Suleiman hardly speaks a word. He emigrates from Palestine to Paris then New York in search of a new home, but the promise of a new life soon transforms into a human comedy. Suleiman explores notions such as nationality, identity and belonging and is a smart and ironic observer of human behaviour in a world filled with tension and paradoxes.
 

”Parasite”, 2019 | Barunson E&A, CJ Entertainment

 
Parasite, directed by Bong Joon-ho

The winner of this year’s Palme d’Or, Parasite has even been compared to Kore-eda’s Shoplifters, the last year winner, to some extent. It deals with class difference, movement up and down the economic ladder and a poor family which resorts to whatever necessary to make ends meet. It is a “tragy-comedy”, in the director’s own words, and it seems to have all the elements – a world defined by structural inequity, a comedy of errors, narrative unpredictability, dark layers, craftsmanship – to win my interest and to qualify as a contender as one of the best films of the year.
 
Note*: In the initial edition of this article I had not mentioned Jóhann Jóhannsson.

Note**: “Les plus belles années d’une vie” and “It Must Be Heaven” were not initially included in my list because I am not sure if they will have a general release in cinemas this autumn, but they will play at various small festivals around the world, so you may have the chance to catch them in your town by the end of the year.
 

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Five Decades of Street Style, According to Bill Cunningham


 
The original street style photographer, Bill Cunningham was both a modest – he was discrete, didn’t like to talk about his work, but worked around the clock, he called himself a recorder, “a columnist who writes with pictures”, not a photographer, didn’t want to attract attention, choosing inconspicuous clothes to dress – and agile observer of street style, of people, of the times – in the five decades he chronicled New York City life, he noticed everything, never stopped noticing how real people dressed as they went about their business, never stopped noticing patterns of human behavior as well as the individual in the crowd, and social, cultural and political changes, he anticipated fashion. He did it all through his photography. And he always did it with the greatest enthusiasm and dedication. He never did it with nostalgia, as Cathy Horyn observes in the introduction to the book Bill Cunningham: On the Street. That’s just it about Bill Cunningham’s remarkable work: he documented the times, but always looking forward. That’s the nature of things, of life, of street style. And what a fantastic journey through time and through the street style of the times this book, the first published collection of his photographs, is.
 
 

“Money’s the cheapest thing.
Liberty and freedom is the most expensive.”

 
 

The 1980s, New York City, “Bill Cunningham: On the Street”
Think what you may, but today we have lost all our sense of humour for the situation.

 

The 1970s

The glamour. Movies influencing dress, from the vests and haircut of Jane Fonda in Klute to the baggy, layered menswear of Diane Keaton in Annie Hall. Workers dressed for success during the day and in Lurex for the night out. It was the disco era, the Halston time, the decade that ushered the minimalist, practical American style and the American designers onto the world stage.
 

The 1980s

Women commuting to work in sneakers, then switching to high heels. Long skirts worn with socks and ballet flats, the power suit, Lycra stretch pants and racing pants worn as daywear by New Yorkers, denim in all forms, torn jeans, black leather motorcycle jackets, peplum, oversized shoulders.
 

The 1990s

Black, the perennial colour of fashion, seen in new formulas for any time of day, lace, plaid, shirts as skirts, overalls, stretch bodysuits, tights with high heels, corsets as daywear influenced by Madonna’s Jean Paul Gaultier stage costumes, plentiful jewellery worn in layers reflecting influences of reggae and rap, women looking particularly feminine in menswear, the Versace baroque motif shirt.
 

The 1980s, New York City, “Bill Cunningham: On the Street”

 

The 2000s

Gender continues to be defined and redefined. Denim continues to evolve. People inventing their own style, the perennial love of black, an explosion of logos, surreal shoes, the white shirt that finds its place in every decade.
 

The 2010s

Fashion refuses to be recognizably distinct, gender-bending becomes even more accentuated, people are more image-conscious than ever, dressing to make themselves observed. Colour blocking, the rise of athleisure, the popularity of Thom Browne and menswear and above-the-ankle tailored trousers, the reaffirmation of comfortable, functional, tasteful, minimalist timeless style, like the camel coat, and the redefining of luxury as less is more on the background of the emergence of socially conscious fashion.
 

The 1990s, New York City, “Bill Cunningham: On the Street”

 

The book Bill Cunningham: On the Street, published by Clarkson Potter,
is out this September

 
 

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Stories from Retezat Mountains


 
It’s a different world up there. It’s just you and the mountain. You have to be present, you have to have all your senses awake, you have to be prepared. You feel every muscle and tendon and you must be able to trust your body. You don’t hike in Retezat Mountains, you climb. Even if you do not use a rope or safety gear, the trails, not just the massifs, are so rocky that going up can not qualify in any other way but climbing. The phones don’t work up there, you rely on your map, on the weather report and on your climbing partners. It has to be someone you can trust 100%. You listen to a unique silence. You become aware of your unique place in the world. The mountain seems like one of the very last places on this Earth where you can have a face to face conversation with someone. You greet every person you meet, you stop and start talking to them, exchange advice and wish them good weather. It’s like you are part of a secret world and you know it and are proud of it. Part of you wants to tell others about it – to stop looking for settling comfortably, to step out of their comfort zone, to get moving. But the other part wants to keep it to yourself, because it’s that special and that precious. It is not a place for showing off, it is a place for showing up for the grandeur of the mountain, it is a place of meeting with yourself.

On our latest family trip to Retezat Mountains, we met a little boy on the trail. He must have been nine or something like that and he was climbing the mountain by himself, followed by his two dogs. He told us he had left his family behind and he was heading for the mountain peak. He seemed perfectly at home there, in his element, climbing the rocks, with a walkie talkie as the only way of communicating with the others in his group (remember the phones don’t work up there). And that image of that little boy reminded me how I must have felt back in my childhood when my brother and I were his age and we felt at home climbing the mountains, too. I want that for my son too, who, at four years old, experienced his first proper (on his own feet, all the way up) mountain climb this summer (his very first one was when he was three).

But there is someone else I rely on helping me instill in my son this love for the mountain. Someone who breaths mountain and the first person I want by my side when climbing.
 

 

Stories from Retezat Mountains as told by my father
Photographs by me

 


 

“

It was about the joy of going. The mountain offers you a unique view, a sense of place. Every crest offers you a different perspective, every step further reveals something new. That’s why you went to the mountains. It was this desire of going, of perpetual moving, of experiencing something new every time. It was something you did for yourself and nobody else. You don’t have to chase for the mountain peaks. But if you do reach a mountain peak, a bond with the mountain is forever formed. These days however there are fewer and fewer people passionate enough to go.

Retezat is one of my favourite mountains. It’s always been for you and your brother as well. There are several points of entry in Retezat. I’ve never approached it from Poiana Pelegii, as we have this year. But on each side there is this gradual, almost metronomic way in which the landscape unveils itself that allows you to appreciate its magnificence one step at the time. First come the pine and beech forests (on the way to Izvoarele Cernei there is the most beautiful beech forest I have ever seen and over half of The Retezat National Park’s surface is covered by woods, including some of the largest contiguous patches of primeval forests in Europe), then come the alpine junipers, then the Alpine meadows and then the calderas and glacial lakes (Retezat is peppered with sinkholes and glacial lakes, with Lake Bucura being the largest glacial lake in Romania, at an altitude of 2030m).

Coltii Bucurei. Knife-edge ridges. A crudely, narrow, almost impossible path to cross, a trail that follows the spine of the mountain, a void to your left, a void to your right, you are completely exposed, it is one of the Retezat massifs with the steepest vertical walls. You must rely on precision and balance for tricky foot placement. It’s nerve-wrecking. You feel that even your rucksack is shaking your balance. There is no way back, only ahead. When I climbed Judele Peak, I was with a friend and he couldn’t walk because he felt that if he stood, his rucksack was pulling him back, so the only way he felt safe to move forward was by crawling on that insanely narrow path. Retezat is a rocky mountain, with steep climbs and vertiginous downhills. You have to use your hands many times, it is very challenging. And there are the vipers. You always have to remember that in Retezat. It is a dangerous mountain, but that only makes it more beautiful.

”

 

 

“

Never leave the trail. I did once. I was in Retezat with two friends. It was getting late and we wanted to get quickly to Baleea hut, have a warm meal and get enough rest for the next day. So we decided to take a shortcut. Only the shortcut we took was through a web of alpine junipers. We arrived later than we would have if we had followed the marked road. We couldn’t touch the ground as we advanced through the ground-hugging shrubs, we crawled from branch to branch, pushing our rucksacks in front of us, and finally got out covered in dirt, with bruises all over our bodies and demoralised. Lesson learned. My friends were beginners. They never climbed the mountain again.

Never say this can not happen to me. You are in Retezat. Always be aware of the vipers. I have been five or six times in Retezat. I always wore gaiters over trousers and hiking boots. This summer I dressed in short pants. It was a day of hiking on a forest track, sheltered from sun and heat, an ascending, rocky trail, but with no intention of going for a peak, not even reaching the Alpine fields. I thought I was safe. And then, on our way down, I stopped on a stone bridge over a creek to wait for the others and half a meter ahead of me on the ground I saw something resembling a rolled rope at first sight. The idea of the possibility of it being a viper coiled up in the sun immediately struck me. I took a step back and the viper moved and crawled into the grass. It was noon, it was a small area void of trees, the sun was casting its warm rays over the stone, the perfect medium. A split second of not paying attention…

Clouds can gather quickly on the top of the mountain, especially if you go when the weather is unstable (which, in Retezat, can happen anytime before August and after September 15th). The storm broke one time when we were at Galeşu Lake, on our way back to Pietrele hut. We first took shelter under a big isolated rock, but immediately realised it was a bad idea, that we were exposed to being hit by a lightning, so we put on our raincoats and left. We had to be careful to stay away from the tall or isolated trees and had to keep going, torrents of rain unleashed above us, we were soaked to the bones, and spent the next three rainy days inside the cabin’s attic waiting for our clothes to dry. We couldn’t wait to go back the next year.

Always bring someone you can trust. And you have to be informed. You have to have common sense. A friend and I were almost attacked by dogs one time. We were passing by a flock of sheep, the shepherd was nowhere in sight, and the dogs started barking furiously, baring their teeth at us, they felt their territory threatened, and came after us, they came very close, they smelled our rucksacks and our hands. The slightest move of hand, the slightest hasted step would have been fatal. My friend kept asking me what to do, what to do. I told him to just keep going, to not stop under any circumstances, to not start running, to not show them he was scared, they can smell fear. We got away but only because he listened to me.

”

 


 

“

There was always a warm place waiting for you in the most crowded hut, you didn’t have to worry about accommodation. But you didn’t ask for much either, nobody was fussy, you were happy for having an extra bed in a room next to ten, fifteen others, to rest so that you could continue your adventure the next morning. That was all about. Adventure. Dinner time was a time of joy. Everybody, local or foreign, started to sing, everybody gathered around a single table. People coming together united by their shared love for the mountain. You don’t see that kind of beauty today.

There used to be so many foreign tourists in the Romanian mountains those days. The proportion was of 5 foreigners to 1 Romanian, but we were like a big family. Groups of 20 Czechs who would leave their bicycles in a small town in the West, like Caransebeș for example, and then start hopping from mountain to mountain and then back again. It was so much joy, the joy of climbing, there was nothing like it.

The people from the hut were very kind and very well documented. Not only were they informed about the weather, they could tell you how the weather was going to be just by looking at the sky and by how the sun set. That’s what they did, that’s why they were there for. And you’d better listened to them. If they said you could go, you didn’t have to worry, you just knew the weather would be fine.

I was 27 or 28 when I met a 70 year old man up on Retezat. He told me that if a year went by without him going to Retezat, he wasn’t feeling well. When you hear a man in his 70s talking like that about the mountains, his words become your bible.

”

 

 

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Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood: Everything I Hoped It Would Be and More

Brad Pitt in “Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood” | photo: Andrew Cooper, Columbia Pictures

 
Delirious, funny, shocking, exhilarating, beautifully crafted around movie lore and history, blending fiction with reality, brimming with pop culture detail and an idiosyncratic soundtrack that takes you to another time and another Hollywood. You can not remain indifferent to Quentin Tarantino’s black comedy crazy bravura and auteurist excursion. Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood is ultimately about what it is like to live and die in L.A., by way of Tarantino’s liberal take on history and freeing visionary mind.

“It is probably my most personal. I think of it like my memory piece. Alfonso [Cuarón] had Roma and Mexico City, 1970. I had L.A. and 1969. This is the year that formed me. I was six years old then. This is my world. And this is my love letter to L.A.,” the writer-director said in an interview for Esquire magazine.

Here is what I liked so much about the film.

 

The Hollywood in my mind

The Hollywood I would have loved to see is not the Golden Era Hollywood, nor the modern day Hollywood, but that very Hollywood depicted in this film. A Hollywood trying to make peace with itself and move forward, a Hollywood that reflects the changes taking place in those times, in America and in the film industry, a time of changing identities and manhood perceptions, a time of decline for the old studio system and of rise of the independent cinema. But also a Hollywood that for sure is not just one of reality, but one of Tarantino’s imagination as well. And I find that even more fascinating. Another incredible thing about this Hollywood is that the two main characters, Leonardo DiCaprio’s Rick Dalton and Brad Pitt’s Cliff Booth, are themselves voyeurs of the glamour of Hollywood. They are like you and me. Even Rick. He may be working there, and even be living there, but he isn’t living the high life. He is mesmerised by it, but keeps it real, he’s there to do his job, and his job is acting, not being a star.

 

The L.A. light

I’ve never been to L.A., but that’s how imagine the L.A. light. The bright, desert light of Los Angeles, considered magical by some directors, unforgiving by others, or both. And that L.A. light is a character in itself in Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood. Robert Richardson was the cinematographer, a regular collaborator of Tarantino and Martin Scorsese. And that light, at least the way I see it, whatever the story, but even more so in this case, seems to always remind you, even if it’s just in the back of your head, of the most notorious light, the dream-effect and disillusioned limelight of Hollywood.

 

They are still making movies

Quentin Tarantino is one of the last purveyors of movie making. So how about celebrating it? He loves cinema. He shows that artistic freedom is still possible, that you can still think in terms of making movies just for yourself, that he puts every thought and every sense and every emotion into making a film, that, yes, he can do what he likes and say what he likes – it’s his story. And he transports you to another time with the kind of film that requires the luxury of taking the time to watch at the cinema, as one should. That allows you to lose yourself in the story and watch it unfold on the big screen. And just see where it goes. Nothing else matters. Did I mention I’ve seen it three times?
 

Leonardo DiCaprio in “Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood” | photo: Andrew Cooper, Columbia Pictures

 

Less Is More

Tarantino somehow found a very original, very Tarantino-style way to pay homage to Sharon Tate. In reality, Sharon Tate came to be defined by her tragic death. Quentin stayed away from that by showing her living and enjoying her everyday life – he doesn’t even show her on the set shooting a film, but sends her to the cinema as a spectator to watch a film she had played in (The Wrecking Crew, 1969, co-starring Dean Martin). And it is this way in which he depicts her, through scarce dialogue and infused with optimism, joy and a luminous aura, that conveys an angelic, surreal creature, looming over the entire film.

 

In awe with the details

You always expect the best from the production design of a Tarantino film, but it is exactly because Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood is set where it is set and the time it is set in that you become even more aware of every prop and neon sign. Posters-within-the-film, some sourced from the director’s impressive personal collection, some commissioned to the renowned Renato Casaro, vintage cars, the recreation of entire parts of Hollywood Blvd. and other cultural fixtures, bookstores, shops and bars. Production designer was Barbara Ling, and together with supervising art director Richard Johnson, set decorator Nancy Haigh, and supervising location manager Richard Schuler, they recreated a portrait of the 1960s you don’t get to see too often in movies.

 

“Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood”, 2019 | photo: Andrew Cooper, Columbia Pictures

 

The soundtrack

The film is not only a feast for your eyes, but for your ears, too. Of course you expect that from Tarantino, but in this film in particular you just want to stand up and step right into the story (and maybe even start weaving your own storyline in parallel). Every time a car starts, the music starts blasting from the radio. It was the 1960s. Music was very much part of the culture, and there was a car-based culture, and music was mainly listened to on the radio in the car. Remember American Graffitti, how everything seemed to be happening around a car? Tarantino brilliantly captures that feeling, that mood, too. I defy you to resist jumping on your feet and dancing on The Buchanan Brothers’ Son of a Lovin’ Man, or stop thinking “What if? What if Sharon Tate’s fate had been different?” when you hear the “enchanting, fable-ish”, as Quentin himself describes it, ending credits music, Miss Lily Langtry, by Maurice Jarre. But you know what? You’d better listen to Edith Bowman’s Soundtracking podcast where she talks to the filmmaker. Edith said that watching Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood felt like “I had Christmas with Quentin Tarantino and he bought me everything that I wanted for Christmas”. And, yes, you can also listen to our Spotify playlist with the entire movie soundtrack.

 

Leonardo

The way he acts and the way he plays comedy.

 

’60s style made timeless

When it comes to the costumes, there is a lot to take in, from Rick Dalton’s bellbottom-trousers-turtlenecks-golden-chains outfits (slightly out of fashion even for the late 1960s, thus keeping with his washed-up career), to Sharon Tate’s go-go boots, mini skirts and snake skin print coat (inspired by Sharon’s own personal style, but adding a fictitious element to it as well). But it is Brad Pitt’s Cliff Booth who takes costume design beyond ‘60s fashion and transforms it into timeless style. He makes the Hawaiian shirt worn over a faded-out Champion logo white t-shirt tucked into his vintage blue jeans and cowboy buckle (and completed with suede moccasins, aviator sunglasses, leather bracelets and a gold Citizen 8110 Bullhead watch) look cool and current. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but it also shows that he is keeping with the changing times, something Cliff is far more willing to accept than Rick. It’s both his attitude and clothes that projects this California cool which everybody seems to be eager to emulate after watching the film. He is the stuntman of an actor of the old guard in decline, he lives in a trailer next to a drive-in theatre, and has no perspective whatsoever. Yet, he is content with what life offers him, he lives in the moment, he is optimistic. And that confidence is a mighty powerful and stylish thing.

 

Margot Robbie in “Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood” | photo: Andrew Cooper, Columbia Pictures

 

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This Summer We’re Channelling: The Safari Style in “Hatari!”

Elsa Martinelli’s Dallas has a front seat to the action in “Hatari!” alongside John Wayne’s Sean Mercer and Red Buttons’ Pockets.
Photo: Malabar, Paramount Pictures

 
 
What drew me to Howard Hawks’ safari film Hatari! in the first place was something I had read about one of the female characters, Dallas (Elsa Martinelli), having been inspired by real life wild life photographer Ylla, considered “the best animal photographer in the world”, who was killed while on the job in North India in 1955. A photographer on safari can work up my style inspiration more rapidly than all the street style photography in the world – not just the aesthetics (simple, natural, practical), but the idea that photographers are usually committed to a uniform, which says a lot about them not taking fashion seriously, but which also says a lot about them taking their work very seriously, and that’s something worth channelling.

All sorts of images came rushing into my head, from Karen Blixen’s Africa, whose books unleashed in readers a passion for Africa, to Peter Beard’s Africa, the photographer and multi-faceted artist, whose great inspiration had been Karen herself, which led to his life-long love affair with the African continent and whose life and work is inextricably linked to Africa, having become himself inspiration for other artists. Karen Blixen’s descriptions in Out of Africa are enough to set anyone daydreaming. Peter Beard’s Africa is meant to open your eyes, his longing for the wilderness of Africa serving also as an alarm signal for a disappearing world and a critical observation on the madness of mankind in the name of progress. But what about the Africa of filmmakers? What is it that drew them to Africa? What motion picture of it did they want to seize?
 

Elsa Martinelli was taken by director Howard Hawks to Brooks Brothers in New York for the wardrobe hunt.
Photo: Malabar, Paramount Pictures

 
 
It depends on the period of cinema we are referring to. In the 1950s and 1960s (the time Hatari! was made, having been preceded by John Ford’s 1953 Mogambo), it was about the adventure, the escape into another world, rugged and rustic, but romantic too. For Howard Hawks, it was about much more than that, and what he accomplished with it was much more than that.

For Hawks, it was about “a film I wanted to make for years and I wanted to make it as it was a vacation.” As Todd McCarthy analyses in his book, Howard Hawks: The Grey Fox of Hollywood, “it was Hawks’ realization of his lifelong urge to merge his fictional ideals with his real life, a boy’s fantasy being played out every day.” He wanted the film to feel authentic, to have everything to be expected from a real life safari adventure. Characters venturing out on perilous missions into an unpredictable and hostile world, albeit one set against an exotic and dreamy backdrop and romantic interiors – Hawks was both an outdoors man and a filmmaker who felt comfortable in highly stylised interiors. Hawks had his actors do their own stunts and their own animal-chasing (while they were filmed from moving vehicles). He didn’t even have a script to start with, but preferred to plot the story along the way, ingeniously setting out the unpredictable filmmaking conditions so that they would parallel those depicted in the animal hunts scenes in the movie. “Watching the film closely, it is easy to see that virtually all the dialogue covered in location was strictly functional and not tied to specific, unalterable dramatic developments, leaving Hawks maximum leeway to play with his plot,” observes McCarthy.

Hawks invented his own universe. He found a way to integrate actual safari footage, the kind of exciting scenes that had never been seen on screen before (offering real interaction between actors and animals), and the narrative composition. A filmed safari with the actors as its participants. “Hatari!” means “Danger!” in Swahili (Hawks would have preferred “Tanganyika”, but this had been used by Universal in 1954). Howard Hawks’ African adventure concerns an international group of freelance adventurers who are capturing animals for a Western zoo and their boss, a young woman, Brandy (Michèle Girardon), led by a hot-tempered Irishman, Sean Mercer (John Wayne), who are thrown into emotional upheaval when a woman photographer, Dallas (Elsa Martinelli), shows up. Many of the actors fell in love with Africa, Hardy Kruger ending up buying a place there, and Red Buttons (whose role provides the comic relief in the movie, in the vein of Thelma Ritter’s roles in Hitchcock’s films), a self-proclaimed city dweller, confessing that that was the location that had had the most profound effect on him.
 

As a wild life photographer, Elsa Martinelli’s Dallas puts herself in danger and the red shirt reinforces that idea.
However, Dallas soon finds out that wearing red is not advisable when you are chasing a rhino,
so she resumes to pops of red only when she’s indoors. | Photo: Malabar, Paramount Pictures

 
 
And just as safari films have always inspired to adventure, the safari clothes have played their role in that as well. Films have been the best arbiters of the safari style. The surplus safari jacket, the camp shirt, the sturdy khakis, the jodhpurs. In natural fabrics, earthy colours and with many pockets, they age well, are functional, comfortable, hard-wearing, and excellent for lightweight, summer wear, but they are inherently rugged, too, symbolic of adventure and travel. And when those clothes were worn by the greatest stars in Hollywood, their enduring appeal was ensured.

In Hatari!, men and women share spaces, professions, friendships, and safari clothes. They are equals. It’s all very natural. And it was 1962. Yes, there are sex jokes and sexist innuendos (and some may argue that John Wayne’s cinematic presence is enough to establish a traditional manly order), but men and women alike take part in it, because, my God, isn’t that part of human nature and of the seduction game? Where would we be without that? Oh, right, on this very day. Because, you see, Hawks’ approach is more effective for the status quo of equality than any modern day all-female cast movie. “Howard Hawks was also one of the first directors to show women as self-confident in a male group, even sexually aggressive,” Elsa Martinelli said in an interview for Cinema Retro magazine. He liked spirited, good-humored give-and-take between men and women and he also liked to play up his female characters’ allure while still pairing them convincingly with their male counterparts.

“Martinelli had natural, unaffected looks and a slim figure that were very much in the Hawksian mood,” says McCarthy. Remember Lauren Bacall in “To Have and Have Not”, where Bacall, only 19 at the time and in her first film role, tall, slender and playing a character shaped and named after Hawks’ wife, Slim, measured up to Bogart’s personality and was even “a little more insolent than he was”. Or Rosalind Russell and Cary Grant in His Girl Friday, the second screen adaptation of the popular stage play The Front Page, brilliantly directed by Howard Hawks, who, in a moment of inspiration, decided that the Hildy Johnson character would work better as a woman. Or again Bacall and Bogie in The Big Sleep, or Angie Dickinson and John Wayne in Rio Bravo.

In order to prepare Elsa Martinelli for her role, Hawks took her to Brooks Brothers in New York for the wardrobe hunt. Edith Head was the credited costume designer, but it seems that her contribution to the film was of little importance. Martinelli confessed that Hawks chose all the costumes for the film. “He knew perfectly what he wanted for me”, she says in the book Howard Hawks: The Grey Fox of Hollywood, “but spent hours thinking over what type of ensemble a photographer would wear in the heart of Africa. He went with the saleswoman to choose the clothes I was to wear, then, when I came out of the dressing room, he sat there checking everything… Only towards the evening did Hawks make up his mind”. They left the store with ten pairs of very simple safari clothes. Afterwards, they had dinner and talked and when Hawks left for California he told Martinelli: “I’m going to invent your role. Now that I’ve met you, you’ll come out much nicer than I planned.”
 

Dallas’ dresses and skirt outfits are more functional than Brandy’s, another nod to her profession.
Photo: Malabar, Paramount Pictures

 
 
“To him, the costumes were very important,” Martinelli continues. “He was always dressing the characters accordingly. Think about Montgomery Clift in Red River, he stood out. He dressed Gèrard Blain the same way (in Hatari!). He had something similar in mind for him, dressing him all in black. […] So Hawks not only chose the costumes of the females, but also of the men.” Just as he had dressed Monty Clift in black in Red River, to allow him to cut a stronger profile, Hawks realised he would have to do the same with Blain, whom he had seen in Claude Chabrol’s Les cousins and expressly wanted him for his film. “Unless I dress him up, nobody will believe he’s a big game hunter in the heart of Africa capable of stealing his best buddy’s girlfriend,” the filmmaker said.

The girlfriend is the second female character, Brandy, for whom Hawks again found inspiration in real life, a girl whose father who had been killed by a rhino, but whose African farm she then continued to lease to hunters. And he chose French actress Michèle Girardon for the part. “Attractive, open-looking, and a bit gawky, the twenty-five-year-old Girardon, who had appeared in a handful of films, including Louis Malle’s The Lovers, struck Hawks’s fancy at once, which got her the part but led to problems later on,“ McCarthy writes, referring to Girardon’s refusal to get romantically involved with the director.

But unlike Brandy, whose role among men is well established from the very beginning (she is the boss and has lived there all her life and is considered an equal), Dallas has to earn her place. She has to prove herself. And she does, as she quickly shows her value through her work, by putting herself in danger as a field photographer (her red shirt, although not a practical idea when rhino-chasing, is another way of hers of saying that she’s ready to go where the action is), and by interacting with the baby elephants.

As I was observing earlier, Hawks liked to have strong female characters on screen and to place them on the same field with men. But that didn’t mean he wanted them to be any less attractive. And it is interesting to see how obvious this is throughout the film. Women are always shown side by side with men, perfectly at ease among them, but in some scenes they are casually dressed, for the job, in masculine inspired safari attire (khakis or chinos and safari shirts or classic men’s shirts in white or light pink), whereas in other scenes they are wearing more feminine clothes, but which still elicit simplicity and a sense of adventure (be it an elegant halter neck dress, a safari dress or a skirt paired with a shirt – it is noticeable however that Dallas’ are more utilitarian than Brandy’s, another nod to her active profession). And I think this is a very sensitive touch on the part of Hawks. What he depicts here is a very modern woman, one who wants to be treated equally professionally, but who doesn’t want to forget that she’s a woman, even in the wilderness of Africa.
 

Michèle Girardon, as Brandy, is always at ease among men, whether she’s dressed in pants or dresses.
Photo: Malabar, Paramount Pictures

 
 

Howard Hawks was one of the filmmakers which the French critics from Cahiers du Cinéma eloquently voiced their support for, and, as Peter Bogdanovich said, Hawks started to receive domestic recognition only after the French discovered him. In one of the scenes in Le meprís (1963), Jean-Luc Godard referred to Hatari! by placing posters of the film in the background of shots. The film had had an ecstatic appreciation in France the previous year, especially at Cahiers du Cinéma, where it finished third in their annual poll of the best films of the year, and number one on Godard’s ballot. François Truffaut considered it to be a disguised film about the filmmaking process and a model for his own La nuit Américaine, McCarthy observes in his book. Howard Hawks was an incredibly versatile filmmaker, one who stood by his artistic vision, one whose main interest was to tell his stories, in his own way, free from social, political or Hollywood pressures, with a complete lack of sentimentality, one who established archetypes of theme and performance which still hold today, and one of the first directors to declare his independence from the major film studios. He was a modern artist, something many present day filmmakers just aren’t.
 

In Hatari!, men and women share professions, friendships, and just about every frame.
photo: Malabar, Paramount Pictures

 
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