Hiatus, part two.

This is not the kind of post I ever wanted to write on this blog.

Hell. This is not the kind of news I ever wanted to receive, or have to share with anyone.

And I debated a long time about even writing this post, because it is a difficult subject.

Scratch that–it’s a shitty, shitty, SHITTY subject.

But as I’ve already shared the news on Twitter (because what doesn’t get shared on Twitter these days?), I figured I might as well go ahead and post it here as well.

A week ago, I learned that I have cancer.

I sat in a tiny exam room plastered with anatomically-correct diagrams of various lady parts and listened to the doctor who had performed my surgery five days prior explain to me, with tears in her eyes, that the biopsy had come back positive for adenocarcinoma.

The doctor cried. Then I cried. Copious tears, people. We’re talking steal-the-tissue-box-from-the-doctor’s-office level of eye flooding.

(I didn’t really steal the box of tissues. Just a lot of what was inside. Though, considering the news I had just received, I think a little tissue theft would have been justified.)

I called my mother from the exam room and told her the news. She didn’t believe me at first. Then she cried. And I cried some more.

And every single day since, I have cried. Sometimes multiple times a day. It hits me out of nowhere. Driving down the road? Sobs. Checking my email? Sobs. Watching Spongebob Squarepants? BAWLING.

And when I haven’t cried, I’ve been angry, ready to crawl inside my own body and kick this cancer’s ever-loving ass.

I am readying myself for more surgery. I am preparing for the possibility that later on, I will have to endure radiation or chemotherapy. And even though I am trying to remain as positive as possible, and am even joking about the diagnosis (to clarify for the gentleman driving down FL 231 who cut me off last Friday evening, what I yelled out the window at your inconsiderate and reckless ass was, “Motherfucker, don’t cut me off! I HAVE CANCER!”) … I am scared.

Still …

SCREW THIS SHIT.

AND SCREW CANCER.

You’re going down, diseased cells.

(Okay, well, actually, you’re going out … of me … through surgery … yeah.)

So, yes, I’m ready to fight. Don’t let the tears fool you.

(I’m entitled to them. I have cancer.)

There are a couple of positives to this entire crapfest of a situation, however–the main one being that, while I am flat on my ass recovering from surgery, I will have ample time to watch classic movies until my eyes cross and I start deliriously imitating Joan Crawford.

And perhaps I’ll even have the time to blog about those films at some point.

But for now, True Classics will continue to be on hiatus.

Thank you for your understanding.

We’ll see you soon.

Hiatus.

True Classics will remain on hiatus for the next two weeks as Brandie recovers from an unexpected emergency surgical procedure. As such, our Movie Memories event will now kick off in June.

Thank you for your understanding and well-wishes at this time. We’ll return to our regularly-scheduled blog programming soon!

State of the Blog: May 2013

Is this month finally going to be the month in which True Classics returns to its regularly scheduled programming?

Um … here’s hoping.

We solemnly swear to be more diligent in our writing. Unless Clark Gable shows up. Then all bets are off.  --the TC crew

We solemnly swear to be more diligent in our writing. Unless Clark Gable shows up. Then all bets are off.   –the TC crew

Life seems to be moving along at a brisk pace for all of us here at the site, whether we’re respectively wrapping up a semester of graduate work, zipping along at our big-person jobs, moving to a brand-new city to start a fresh chapter, or catering to the needs of a tiny new human (yes, we are busy gals). As we begin to return our focus to True Classics, here’s what we have on our collective plate for the month ahead.

 

More Movie Memories in May

Last May, we hosted a month-long event dedicated to movie memories–whether they were recollections of the first movie someone saw in the theater, a beloved childhood favorite, or a film that in some way significantly changed a person’s life. Altogether, we posted reminiscences from thirty-eight people, ranging in age from two-and-a-half years old to eighty (and one via a 1937 diary). It was a truly spectacular series of posts, and we were honored to have such great contributions from friends, family members, and other film bloggers, among others.

This month, we are revisiting the concept of “movie memories,” albeit on a smaller scale. Throughout May, we will post more film reminiscences, and for the first time, each of us in the True Classics crew will contribute our own movie memories for this event. We are very excited for this month’s lineup, and we hope you will enjoy reading these cinematic recollections as much as we do.

 

The Mary Astor Blogathon

Two of our favorite classic film bloggers, Dorian (Tales of the Easily Distracted) and R.A. Kerr (Silver Screenings), have teamed up to honor one of our favorite actresses, the great Mary Astor. I’ll be posting my contribution on May 9th, focusing on the great pre-Code Other Men’s Women (1931). For the full lineup, check out the page dedicated to the blogathon on Dorian’s site.

 

The Child Stars Blogathon

Hosted by Jessica of Comet Over Hollywood, this one is rather self-explanatory–it pays tribute to the great child stars of classic cinema. I intend to kick in an entry for this event, though I’m debating the topic at the moment. The blogathon is scheduled for May 24-26, and more information is available at the Comet.

 

Learning to Love … Westerns

My goal to explore the Western genre has thus far only borne small (yet entertaining) fruit, so it is my intention to revisit this series this month … and to possibly drag Carrie down with me, if I can. On the agenda: some John Wayne classics (because one simply must start with Mr. Wayne when exploring this genre, right?), particularly his films with Maureen O’Hara, which come highly recommended by Nikki (the lone Western fan among our crew).

 

Saturday Morning Cartoons

This month, a return to our series on animation pioneers is on the agenda, with a look back at some of the most influential figures in early cartoons. Additionally (hopefully), my ClassicFlix animation column will finally be debuting on that site sometime this month (a delay that is finally not my fault!), so I hope you all will check that out every month.

 

We have high hopes for a great May! Thanks for tuning in! (And now it’s about time for me to get back to packing.)

State of the Blog: April 2013

Hard to believe it’s April already. Life doesn’t appear to be slowing down for any of the True Classics crew anytime soon, but we will do our best to continue updating the site on a semi-regular basis until things calm down. In the meantime, here’s a few things to look forward to this month and beyond.

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A number of classic film bloggers are hosting blogathons in the upcoming weeks–here’s a sampling of the events on tap.

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First up: we are signed up to participate in R.D. Finch’s Cagney-thon next week, in honor of versatile performer James Cagney. I will contribute a piece on the film The Bride Came C.O.D., a romantic comedy costarring Bette Davis. Check out R.D.’s dedicated page to the blogathon over on The Movie Projector.

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Later this month, Page from My Love of Old Hollywood and Rich of Wide Screen World are determined to scare the pee outta the blogosphere with their “Terror-thon,” focusing on some of the most frightening films of all time. For more details on how to participate in the scare-fest, check out Page’s announcement on her site.

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In May, Dorian from Tales of the Easily Distracted and R.A. Kerr of Silver Screenings are paying tribute to one of the most fascinating (and sometimes underrated) actresses from the Golden Age, the lovely Mary Astor. I signed up to contribute a piece on Other Men’s Women (though now that I look, I do not see that listed on either blogger’s page as of yet, for whatever reason). If you are interested in participating, check out Dorian’s page devoted to the blogathon.

To wrap up the month, our pal Jessica from Comet Over Hollywood is hosting a shindig celebrating child stars from May 24th through the 26th. For more details on this just-announced event, check out the Comet and sign up to write about your favorite kiddie icon.

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Later this week, I will have the immense pleasure of traveling to Atlanta to visit friends, whereupon I will also sit down to break bread with some fellow classic film bloggers as well as our own Sarah and little Asa, the newest member of the extended True Classics family. Pictures and/or tales of debauchery/shenanigans soon to come, I’m sure. (Sarah, better get a babysitter!)

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Next month brings about another installment of our “Movie Memories in May” series. Last year, we featured a number of interesting “first film” experiences from friends, relatives, bloggers, and other acquaintances around the world, and we will continue the tradition this year with even more stories of early movie magic, including a few from some of our favorite classic film folks. This is quickly becoming my favorite time of the year around these parts, and I hope you’ll all enjoy the newest batch of cinematic remembrances we will have to offer.

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Last but not least, I’d like to present to all of you the newest addition to my household: Bette Davis.

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She is very much the diva, as you can likely tell, and quite lives up to her name.

We hope you’ll stick around for what will (fingers crossed!) be a much more productive month on the site!

I Totally F***ing Love … Ever After (1998)

When Carley, headmistress of The Kitty Packard Pictorial, announced the “I Totally F***ing Love This Movie” blogathon, it occurred to me that I have several personal favorites that could fit this bill. Most of them are classics, to be sure (I mean, DUH–remember where you are, folks). Still, despite my near-constant grumblings about the utter dreck that is 95% of the films that are released theatrically nowadays, there are a number of movies from the past thirty-odd years that I find endearing, meaningful, and just plain re-watchable, and as a change of pace, I decided to focus on a more recent cinematic love of mine for this blogathon–but then, which one? Clueless, which pretty much defined high school for me (seriously, I can still quote every single line from that movie, and I’m unashamed to admit it)? Jurassic Park (dinosaurs!)? Fried Green Tomatoes (which, like Gone With the Wind and Steel Magnolias, is practically required viewing for good Southern girls)? All great movies, all ones that I can watch over and over again, never tiring of them.

But there is one movie I feel I should write about above all others, one that I have loved since I first saw it in theaters as a teenager, one that I own on DVD and yet must watch every time it comes on cable (and which is currently sitting on my DVR even though I OWN THE DAMN THING): Ever After: A Cinderella Story, starring Robert Osborne’s current Essentials co-host/favored Twitter punching bag Drew Barrymore.

I fucking love this movie. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS MOVIE. And I don’t think I can fully express just how much I love it. But I can try!

 

I love …

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… the way Ever After plays with the conceit of fairy tales, conflating fact and fiction by painting the traditional Cinderella trope as something historical as opposed to fanciful. The film’s central plot is framed in the “present day” of nineteenth-century France, as the elderly Grande Dame, Marie Therese, requests a meeting with the Brothers Grimm to discuss their popular “children’s stories.” She professes her admiration for their work before berating them for not relaying the “true” story behind the tale of Cinderella. After showing them a portrait of her great-great-grandmother, Danielle, and her “glass slipper,” the Grande Dame launches into the tale of her ancestor’s life. It’s a fascinating approach to the story, one that takes French storyteller Charles Perrault’s version of the tale and expands it greatly, making Cinderella much more proactive in a slightly feminist twist on the character. This film’s Cinderella doesn’t sit around in a castle and make tiny clothes for mice while trilling about dreams–instead, she makes things happen for herself. How utterly novel (she says somewhat sarcastically, thinking of the Disneyfied princess trope that makes her want to hurl despite her intrinsic love for many of those animated classics).

 

I love …

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… Drew Barrymore’s performance as the intelligent, passionate, fiercely protective Danielle.

As I mentioned above, Barrymore gets a lot of flack these days for her appearances on TCM, where her loose, laid-back approach to commentary provides a stark contrast to Robert O.’s more schooled and genteel criticism. And I have to admit, I find it rather irritating. The appeal of the Essentials series is the chance to hear differing perspectives on familiar, beloved films. Is Barrymore a little … flighty? Perhaps. But that doesn’t make her any less a fan than the rest of sitting at home, and I’d be hard-pressed to believe that any of her critics could do a better job elucidating why these movies are so meaningful to them. Give the woman a damn break.

Getting back to her performance here: Barrymore makes for a lovely Cinderella (despite the attempt at an accent, which admittedly comes and goes at times throughout the film). She’s incredibly expressive, and I like that her Cinderella is not pristine and unapproachable in her beauty; she is somewhat plain and decidedly down-to-earth, and the prince’s attraction to her relies more on her instincts and cleverness than her ability to charm with a wink and a dance. This is a Cinderella who takes no shit–my kind of gal.

 

I love …

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… the rest of the female cast, starting with Anjelica Huston as the wicked stepmother. Rodmilla is the worst kind of bitch, cold and calculating and scheming, and Huston attacks the role with verve, adding a delicious bite of spitefulness to every word she utters. Add in Megan Dodds as whiny Marguerite and the ever-underrated Melanie Lynskey as kindhearted Jacqueline, and the pitch-perfectly-cast family portrait is complete. And let’s not forget Jeanne Moreau as Danielle’s great-great-granddaughter, the Grande Dame, who beautifully anchors the film’s framing device (Jeanne freaking Moreau, you guys!). This is a movie filled with some truly great female characters, and what I find most impressive is that even though the nature of this film would invite caricature, these characters are, for the most part, fully fleshed-out and relatable, even at their nastiest.

 

I love …

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… those deliriously fantastic, sometimes over-the-top costumes. Siiiiiigh.

 

I love …

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… the twist on the Fairy Godmother archetype, in which renowned artist/inventor/Renaissance man Leonardo da Vinci (Patrick Godfrey) is cast in the role. Instead of being “magical,” Leonardo’s help comes in the form of advice and scientific principle–a more pragmatic approach, true, but nonetheless an interesting way to supersede the “fairy” aspect of the character.

[Whenever I watch this film, I'm reminded anew of a particular pet peeve of my art history professor in college, who cringed every time someone referred to Leonardo da Vinci as simply "da Vinci," as that was NOT his last name--it's simply an indicator that the artist was "from Vinci" (a town in the Tuscany region of Italy). The proper way to address the artist is simply "Leonardo." Who says you don't really learn anything in college?]

 

I love …

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… Dougray Scott. There’s really nothing to add here. Just look at the picture and lose yourself for a moment. Or two.

 

Yes, I do so love this gorgeous, engrossing, thoroughly entertaining movie, for all these reasons and more. In the end, though, what it really comes down to is this: it doesn’t matter if this is a “good” film by others’ standards–what matters is that it speaks to me. I’ve often been guilty of judging others for their movie tastes, whether it’s because I don’t care for most action films, or because I am only now coming to understand the appeal of genres like Westerns. Still, whatever the reason may be, I shouldn’t do that, and neither should any of us, because if a movie gives someone joy, makes them feel, entertains them … then it has worth, and value, on a personal level. And really, isn’t that the most important thing about the movies, whether you’re talking about Citizen Kane or Showgirls, Casablanca or Ever After?

You know, movies are just plain fucking awesome.

 

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“And while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived.”

blogathon banner kitty packardThis post is our contribution to the “I Totally F***ing Love this Movie” Blogathon hosted by The Kitty Packard Pictorial. Check out the site to see more tributes to the films we seriously just can’t get enough of.

Pioneers of Animation: Bray Productions

We’ve talked previously on this blog about the influence of cartoonist/animation pioneer Winsor McCay, but I’m going to mention it again (and again and again and again), as it would be nearly impossible to overstate his importance in promoting animation as a viable artistic medium. Films like Little Nemo (1911) and Gertie the Dinosaur (1914) directly inspired countless young artists and cartoonists to try their hand at making their static pictures “move” onscreen. An entire industry was born off the scaly back of McCay prehistoric creation–an industry that, much to McCay’s chagrin, quickly became a highly commercialized one, one that remains to this day a huge moneymaker, inviting both inventive creations and hasty, ill-conceived attempts to capitalize on children’s short attention spans and rake in the dough.

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Even in its infancy, animation lured those with dollar signs in their eyes, men who perhaps cared less about making an artistic statement and more about churning out multiple reels of crude entertainment every week. John Randolph Bray, a contemporary of McCay’s, has such a reputation in the annals of animation history. The man who has been referred to as the “Henry Ford of animation” was instrumental in forming the production model that still serves as the basis for the industry today. But for all his undeniably important contributions to the growth of animation as a cinematic form, Bray also demonstrated a famously litigious nature (he was almost Thomas Edison-like in his attempts to corner patents for the animation process) and a sometimes heavy-handed rule of the animation studio that bore his name. The result is a series of conflicting portraits of Bray, ranging from the reverent to the disdainful, depending upon the source.

Like McCay, Bray started out in journalism and eventually created his own weekly comic strip, Little Johnny and His Teddy Bears, which capitalized on the fervor for the stuffed toy in the wake of Theodore Roosevelt’s presidency. The strip debuted in 1907, and several years later, Bray was inspired to try his hand at animating Teddy Bears. He was likely inspired by a similar short, the 1907 Edwin S. Porter release The “Teddy” Bears, which largely used puppetry to portray a satirical animated recreation of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. But Bray, unfamiliar with the process involved in transferring action to the screen, was unhappy with his own results and scrapped the project.

By 1913, in the wake of McCay’s success with Little Nemo and another short, How a Mosquito Operates, Bray was ready to give animation another try. Building off McCay’s model, Bray produced The Artist’s Dream, a live-action/animation combo in which Bray stars with a ravenous animated dachshund.

This relatively simple short led Bray to develop several innovations that would greatly impact the work of future animators. When Bray signed a deal with Pathé to distribute The Artist’s Dream, the company expressed an interest in distributing even more animated shorts. An eager Bray set to work figuring out a way in which he could meet the demand without collapsing from sheer exhaustion. Up until this point in time, animators typically would complete their shorts entirely by hand (sometimes with assistance, sometimes without), drawing and redrawing each individual frame, a process that added up to hundreds upon hundreds of drawings. Bray soon realized that by delegating work to other artists–essentially dividing the production of each cartoon into several different units who could work concurrently on multiple shorts–he could greatly streamline production, saving time and money.

His most important innovation, however, was born out of Bray’s decision to print the backgrounds as opposed to animating them by hand on each frame. Originally, Bray had the backgrounds–which were little more than simple zinc drawings–printed onto many individual sheets of paper with a blank space remaining in which the animated action would then be depicted. This allowed for a certain uniformity from shot to shot as opposed to the sometimes wavy or fuzzy backgrounds in earlier cartoons. In later years, when Bray began working with fellow animator Earl Hurd, the two of them collaborated on the creation of the cel animation process, which took Bray’s initial idea a step further by having the backgrounds reproduced on celluloid, which then allowed images to be layered over the background images, creating a more seamless sense of movement in a solid setting. Bray and Hurd patented their process in 1915, and it remained the standard for hand-drawn animation for decades.

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In 1914, Bray founded and incorporated one of the first full-fledged animation studios in Hollywood, Bray Productions. As the studio grew, Bray stopped animating and took on the responsibilities of running the studio full-time, adeptly managing promotions, marketing, and distribution of his shorts. By some accounts, Bray ruled with the proverbial iron fist, reportedly taking credit for work that his employees actually completed and even attempting to patent ideas that were not his own. [In fact, Bray attempted to patent practically every aspect of the animation process, even techniques that his predecessors like McCay had utilized for years before Bray ever animated his first frame. He sued anyone he thought had violated his patents--including McCay--until the patents expired in 1932.] Bray was largely responsible for animation becoming a formalized industry, and he played the part of big businessman well, separating himself physically and mentally from his employees and creating a stratification that separated the workers from the “front office.” He was, by some accounts, standoffish and cold, with a highly superior demeanor that was rather off-putting to some in his employ.

Bray’s wife, Margaret Till Bray–a successful businesswoman in her own right who also managed her own real-estate company while working alongside her husband–was instrumental in helping Bray run the new studio. She was given the title of production manager, which in actuality meant that she was little more than a glorified babysitter at times, as it was her responsibility to corral the animators on staff and ensure that they were meeting deadlines. She was well-suited to the position; like her husband, Margaret Bray was a no-nonsense type of personality who frowned upon wastefulness. When she realized that the animators would leave the studio on Friday, paychecks in hand, and spend the weekend blowing their money on booze and women before stumbling back to work late the next week, she changed payday to Monday to facilitate more productivity. She was also one of the strictest enforcers of Bray’s animation patents, encouraging him to pursue any perceived violation without delay.

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In the studio’s heyday–from the mid-1910s through the early 1920s–Bray Productions released hundreds of animated shorts, and brought a number of popular series to theaters. The first series released under the new Bray Productions banner was Colonel Heeza Liar, who initially debuted in the 1913 cartoon Colonel Heeza Liar in Africa. The Heeza Liar shorts are notable for being the first animated series starring a recurring character, the titular big-game hunter/boastful Teddy Roosevelt caricature. The first cartoon was intended to be a parody of Paul J. Rainey’s African Hunt, a hugely popular 1912 documentary-type film that followed the titular hunter on safari, as he spent time with some native tribes and slaughtered more than his fair share of exotic creatures. The animated short’s success led to a series of nearly five dozen Heeza Liar cartoons, which followed the Colonel’s “daredevil” adventures around the world.

In 1915, Hurd began animating the studio’s second recurring character, a mischievous young boy named Bobby Bumps (some modern-day animation scholars refer to Bobby as the “Bart Simpson” of the 1910s). Young Bobby was not an entirely new creation–he was based, in part, on a character Hurd had created for another comic strip earlier in the decade. The Bobby Bumps shorts were the first to be wholly created using Bray and Hurd’s patented cel process. The series was popular from the start, and remained one of Bray Production’s biggest draws from his debut until 1919, when Hurd left Bray’s employ. Afterwards, Hurd animated only a couple of Bobby’s adventures each year (for other distributors) before the series came to a close in 1925.

When William Randolph Heart’s animation studio, International Film Service (founded the year after Bray’s studio), folded in 1918, its many popular series like Krazy Kat and Jerry on the Job were left virtually homeless. A year later, Hearst allowed Bray to license certain IFS properties to be released under the Bray Productions banner. In the process, Bray inherited Gregory La Cava, who had directed many of the cartoons for Hearst’s company; La Cava, who would later become an influential, Oscar-nominated film director in the 1930s, continued to direct some animated shorts for Bray for a couple of years before leaving animation altogether.

Bray may not have been an ideal boss, but he was singularly proficient in drawing talented artists into his crew. Bray’s studio, at one point or another, hired some of the most famous names in classic animation, many of whom got their start there: Walter Lantz (creator of Woody Woodpecker), Paul Terry (of “Terrytoons” fame), Max and Dave Fleischer (Betty Boop, Popeye, Superman), Grim Natwick (the “father” of Ms. Boop), and early Disney animator Burt Gillett, among others. Some of these artists even created their own indelible characters while under the auspices of Bray Productions–for instance, the Fleischers’ innovative Out of the Inkwell series, which ultimately ran for more than a decade, spent its first two years as a Bray production before the Fleischers opened their own studio, and Terry’s Farmer Al Falfa was created during the brief period in which the animator worked under Bray (Terry, unhappy working for the studio, barely lasted a year before striking off on his own. He and Bray subsequently spent years in court, as Bray alleged that Terry’s own studio, Fables Pictures, regularly violated Bray’s cel patent).

Conflicting accounts of Bray’s life and career indicate that the idea of Bray as the prototypical soulless businessman may or may not have been blown out of proportion over the years. History is subjective, dependent on memory, and Bray is remembered almost equally as a gallant pioneer of a new industry and a tyrant who stifled artistic intent. Still, there is little doubt that Bray began his career as a creative artist in his own right (if his early cartoons are any indication) and came to know his craft well. Nor is there any question that Bray was intent on improving upon the creative process so as to bring animation–and lots of it–to the masses. In many ways, it seems Bray set the stage for Walt Disney’s ascension and eventual stranglehold on the animation business in subsequent decades; at the very least, like Bray, Disney’s personal reputation is a veritable grab bag of both good and bad recollections, told by friends and foes, supporters and detractors alike. In the end, though, perceptions of his behavior and business practices are extraneous–what’s important is that animation, as it exists to this day on screens both big and small, owes an immeasurable debt to the work of John Randolph Bray.

 

Selected sources:
Bachman, Gregg and Thomas J. Slater, eds. American Silent Film: Discovering Marginalized VoicesCarbondale: Southern Illinois University Press, 2002.
Crafton, Donald. Before Mickey: The Animated Film, 1898-1928. Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, 1982.
Sito, Tom. Drawing the Line: The Untold Story of the Animation Unions from Bosko to Bart Simpson. Lexington: The University Press of Kentucky, 2006.
Stathes, Thomas J. The Bray Animation Project. 1 June 2011. Web.

 

State of the Blog: February 2013

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February in the world of classic movie blogging looks to be a jam-packed month, what with the heaping handful of blogathons being hosted by some of our favorite film writers on the web (you can find out more about those upcoming events here). Needless to say, there’s gonna be a whole lotta writin’ goin’ on–and if all goes as plan, you’ll find a good bit of it here in our neck of the woods! These days, we’re (still) trying to get back into our regular blogging schedule while also planning some interesting events of our own for later this year … which we’ll talk about more in-depth in future days (such teases, those TC gals). For now, though, here’s the monthly roundup of the doings and goings-on in these here parts.

  • I am very pleased to be joining the crew of the soon-to-be-revamped ClassicFlix website! For those of you not in the know, ClassicFlix is, for lack of a better description, a Netflix-ian kind of service solely dedicated to pre-1970s television and film. Our good buddy and ever-wise classic pop culture sensei Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. (also known as the head cowpoke of the venerable Rancho Yesteryear) graciously asked if I would be willing to contribute some regular pieces on classic animation, and I was all like, “Uh … uh … uh … I’m going to have to think about it for all of ten sec–HELL, YEAH!” So look for my barely-restrained, perhaps overly enthusiastic articles, DVD reviews, and general animated fan-girling over at ClassicFlix soon. And while you’re at it, make sure to sign up for their wonderful service ASAP and start getting the best of classic Hollywood delivered right to your door every month! (You can also find them on Twitter and Facebook.)
  • Speaking of submissions to other awesome sites … I have thoroughly enjoyed contributing DVD reviews to Cinema Sentries over the past few months. Publisher Gordon S. Miller is utterly fantastic to work with, and I love reading the wide-ranging reviews on the site. I posted reviews of three very different DVD releases last month, so if you’d like to check those out, head on over to the Sentries and give them a look-see.
  • We are thrilled that Brandy of Pretty Clever Films named us her “Blog o’ the Day” yesterday! PCF is one of our very favorite film sites on the web, not only because of Brandy’s SUPER-AWESOME NAME, but also due to her enthusiasm and dedication to the classics. PCF is a truly lovely tribute to the films we all know and love, and if you’re not already reading it on a daily basis, you are seriously missing out. (So, you know, go fix that.)
  • Just a reminder: the window for membership in the Classic Movie Blog Association is still open, so if you are interested in becoming part of a great group that includes some of the best classic film bloggers on the web, contact CMBA now!

As the month goes on, look for a few new-to-us reviews as well as new posts in several of our recurring series, including the ongoing “Learning to Love Westerns” experiment and Pioneers of Animation, as well as a Maudlin Mondays treat from Sarah.

Happy blogging, folks!