Word: celluloid
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...upset about I Love You, Alice B. Toklas, a sombre little comedy about not nearly enough, we might as well face the fact that its existence and that of dozens of Hollywood hippie-movies will sooner or later necessitate some responsible discussion to our children, lest they accept a celluloid version of the swinging sixties. Now I have nothing against cheap legend, you understand; the prevalent romanticism of American narrative cinema provides a most captivating, not always inaccurate, cultural history of the U.S.A., sometimes useful as a frame of reference, always in our minds. Our grasp of the twenties...
Long before he prowled the celluloid jungles, Johnny ("Tarzan") Weissmuller was a national hero. To swimming idolaters of the 1920s, the faces of Babe Ruth, Red Grange and Paavo Nurmi paled before the image of the bronzed, high-cheekboned champion. Sportswriters later acclaimed him as the out standing swimmer of the first half-century, and rightly so. When he retired in 1929, Weissmuller held every freestyle record from 100 yds. to the half mile. And who could forget his showing in the 1928 Olympics, when he devastated his own Olympic 100-meter mark in the breathtaking time...
...from Viet Nam is a French-made quasi documentary implacably opposed to the war in Southeast Asia. Green Berets is a piece of Hollywood celluloid fiction that clearly assumes the righteousness of the U.S. cause. Despite their divergent views, the two movies resemble each other far more than their makers would care to admit. Both preach to the converted; both assume that moral indignation is sufficient material for a scenario. And both leave the viewer with the conclusion that in a war movie, as in a war, the first casualty is usually common sense...
...Kelly, his face frozen in its 1953 Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer grin, is wonderfully, incredibly, exciting to watch in action. Deneuve and Dorleac as twins ("toutes deux demoiselles, ayant eu des amants tres tot") reflect the joy with which Demy exercises the cinema's glorious potential to permanently trap on celluloid supremely magnificent women...
...genial, so temperate, the puppet-dance of "humanoid" and "celluloid" but never the anarchy of unmeaning ragged syllables. Is it unfair to ask for a little brain spread on the table...