10 January 2017

WATCH FOR THE WIZARD IN THE ROBE OF GREEN

A review requested by Beef Jerky Guy with thanks for contributing to the Second Quinquennial Antagony & Ecstasy ACS Fundraiser.

Step one: watch this. You won't spend three better minutes all day.



I have only a vague idea of where Mike Jittlov came from or how he came to make the three-minute short film The Wizard of Speed and Time, which was initially shown as part of the Disney promotional special Major Effects in 1979. And I'm honestly not sure that I want a better idea than knowing that Jittlov was making stop-motion effects-driven films for a few years who got some of his footage in front of somebody at Disney at some point. I'd much rather allow The Wizard of Speed and Time to continue to exist in my mind as it has since I first saw it, in the early stages of sleep deprivation, at Northwestern University's B-Fest back in 2002, as some kind of madcap sui generis piece of found art.

Emphasis on the "madcap"; and also the "art", for that matter. The Wizard of Speed and Time is a wee little slip of a thing, just 3 minutes long, but those minutes are filled to the brim with virtually constant movement. It is, after all, very little other than a demo reel for Jittlov's in-camera effects work (he also starred as the titular wizard, and I cannot even imagine the degree of difficulty doing both of those things simultaneously), which means that it will damn well have nothing but effects. And those effects are some of the best that have ever been made for no budget and with a crew of two (the second being Deven Chierighino, credited merely as "production crew" alongside Jittlov, AKA "did everything while Jittlov was in front of the camera").

Hell, I might even waive the qualifier: the level of precision in the last minute and a quarter of The Wizard of Speed and Time is unimpeachable and would be no matter how much money or how professional of a crew you threw at it. The technology Jittlov used was ancient: stop-motion animation had existed for almost 80 years at the point the short came out, and The Wizard of Speed and Time could have been made in the 1910s without the loss of anything but color and its soundtrack. Neither of which is incidental, of course. The soundtrack, in particular, is cannily used to aurally prod us into believing the visuals and stitching over any moments (which are few and far between) in which Jittlov and Chierighino fall short. But everything about the film's actual construction is as primitive as cinema itself, nothing but a camera that has a variable frame rate.

This is proof, then, that no technology is as good as creativity and artistic vigor, for what The Wizard of Speed and Time achieves in its rickety primitivism is as good as it gets. The number of moving objects that have to be accounted for - one of them a human body, no less - is as impressive as the fluidity with which all of those objects are animated, and the brashness of the effects that find Jittlov running parallel to the ground along a wall, or outracing a train.

All of this could have been done more elegantly and less laboriously than Jittlov did it, of course, but only at a cost to the film itself. This looks cheap: it was shot on battered 16mm that got even more battered by the time anybody decided to go about digitising it. And that cheapness undoubtedly makes the film more special: in the way that a documentary that looks like hell has more of a "realistic" aura, so does the "I made this in my parents' garage" quality of The Wizard of Speed and Time give it a more humane, tactile, friendly quality, while also making Jittlov's achievement seem that much more pronounced. We've seen enough massive effects-driven films with a sufficiently high standard of quality that none of them really seem like much besides just wallpaper at this point; something as proudly homely as The Wizard of Speed and Time can never cease to be impressive, because it constantly foregrounds the work that went into making it.

The result is unfettered joy: a shamelessly silly tribute to the most idealistic possible version of what the movies are and how they work (via speed and time, through no coincidence at all). It's there in the cheery "up with Hollywood!" slice-of-life that's the closest the film has to a plot, and in the "movie equipment, like, comes to life, man" musical number that closes it. The message of the film is all about cinema's capacity to provide wonder; how marvelous, then, that it's so unimpeachably good at creating wonder all its own.

10/10

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God knows who thought it made sense for a biopic about the making of The Wizard of Speed and Time to find its way out into the world, but they sure went ahead and made one anyway. In 1983, four years after Jittlov's marvelous short came along to make unfortunately no real impact in the world he began shooting his only feature, also titled The Wizard of Speed and Time, presenting a fluffed up and fictional version of the story behind the best-known of his several ultra-ambitious shorts. It didn't end up coming out until 1988, and also made no real impact, though it was able to strike up the kind of cult fanbase that sometimes accrued to lucky films on VHS in the 1980s. That fanbase was enough to keep Jittlov and his films prominent enough that almost three decades later, I'm able to discuss with you these little ephemeral scraps.

If the chief appeal of the '79 short is its bottomless delight in the potential of cinema, that's pretty much the appeal of the '88 feature as well. If Jittlov's enthusiasm for his job weren't clear enough from the fact that he made these kinds of gemlike, artisanal movies on the back of his intense labor, the adoration he ladles onto the idea of Hollywood as a dream factory would certainly be enough to do it. What's particularly bizarre about how that plays out in the Wizard feature is that the story itself is one of virtually non-stop, grueling misery, and the way that the film industry devours souls. It takes place in 1977, when Jittlov (playing himself) was shopping around Animato, a compilation of the various shorts he'd made over the previous years, while producer Harvey Bookman (Richard Kaye, producer and co-writer of the feature with Jittlov and Chierighino) and director Lucky Straeker (Steve Brodie) of Hollywood Studios, are trying to assemble a TV special about the greatest special effects artists in Los Angeles. They are, sadly, attempting to do this on a shoestring budget, and so none of the greatest special effects artists in Los Angeles want anything to do with them. But Jittlov has a hunger inside him, and so he agrees to make a brand new piece for their show. What he doesn't know is that Bookman and Straeker have a bet for $25,000 as to whether he'll be able to bring in the ambitious project he's promised on-budget and in time, and Bookman is doing everything he can to sabotage the shoot, demanding all sorts of extra-ludicrous add-ons to the film.

And thus does Jittlov toil at making The Wizard of Speed and Time with only the promise of money and no clear guidance; his only help coming from cameraman Brian Lucas (Chierighino, playing a variation of himself under the name David Conrad), composer Steve Shostakovich (John Massari, playing himself under his own name), and low-grade actress Cindy Lite (Paige Moore, playing Toni Handcock from the original short despite not resembling her in any way, shape, or form). The whole edifice of Hollywood is stacked against Jittlov and friends: he can't get a straight answer from anyone, and he can't do a thing without getting permits, and he's being attacked at every turn for not being part of the unions, the damnable, horrid unions that make filmmaking impossible for a smart visionary who just wants to do everything himself.

The movie has a problem with unions. Let us not be unclear on that point. They are dismissed in a flurry of goofball comic asides with all the union reps played by Will Ryan as paper-obsessed caricatures. The whole thing, in fact, is pretty casually libertarian: besides unions, taxes (as the "Infernal Revenue Service", ha ha ha), and the basic concept of federal government (via a droning, flagrantly corrupt TV address delivered by a U.S. president who sound only vaguely like Reagan and not at all like Carter in Ryan's delivery) are all treated with a lighthearted but unforgiving mockery. And that's... a thing. It seems weird for a movie so intoxicated with a free and easy spirit of "ain't the movies great?" innocence to go all-in on political satire, though it makes perfect sense that having done so, that satire would take the form of mild "why do the rules apply to meeeee?" whining. So that's annoying, anyway.

Much, much, much more annoying: the comedy. Jittlov made the not-unreasonable decision that The Wizard of Speed of Time should take the form of a live-action cartoon, in recognition of the energetic wackiness of the director's movies and special effects work. Sometimes, like in the bouncy editing (by, get this, Mike Jittlov) that turns the whole movie into a playful montage akin a Tex Avery Nouvelle Vague picture, that impulse very much works to the film's benefit. More often, in the dialogue and performances, it does not. Seemingly every character in the film is some kind of caricature or another, and those caricatures bring with them the absolute laziest, broadest jokes you could conceive of: Californians sure do like crazy shit on their pizza! Movie executives sure are Jewish! Blondes sure are dumb! There's very little humor in the film that isn't some flavor of gigantic and dumb, and coupled with the sugar-high enthusiasm with which the cast attacks it, the result is a whole lot of grinding tedium throughout the movie.

The thing is, what works so very well in three minutes gets swamped in a 95-minute satire using the most up-to-date clichés of Hollywood that 1925 could offer. It's hard, if not impossible, to avoid being cheered by Jittlov's apparent joyfulness at getting to make a fucking movie you guys, going all-in on movie references, gestures of fantasy (movie-Jittlov is, for unclear reasons, able to perceive and manipulate the special effects in the world around him), a huge number of characters for such a small-scale film, cameos from beloved Disney animator Ward Kimball and legendary sci-fi superfan Forrest J. Ackerman, and everything else. It is, befitting its title, an enormously kinetic thing; there's not a slow bit in the 95 minutes, thankfully, and rarely do five consecutive minutes go by without some flourish of visual effects, mostly just to show off what Jittlov and his very tiny crew were able to do on 35mm and with actual money to work with.

He even remakes his own work, including virtually all of the original Wizard, with a great deal of added footage; it's in no way better than it was before, raising the question of why bother, but at least some of the new effects are pretty fun. Massari's replacement score is somehow thinner than in the short, and matches the footage less perfectly, but I don't suppose that's something I'd have noticed or cared about if I didn't have the short memorised. Still, the point remains that one can watch the short 31 times or the feature once, and the short would, I think not lose nearly enough in 31 consecutive viewings to make that a bad trade-off. It's more special, somehow; the feature still looks like it was made by invigorated actors without money in somebody's garage, but there's just enough crispness and polish, courtesy of the 35mm stock and cinematographer Russell Carpenter (who, like several people involved, would go on to have a decent career after this), for this to lose the warm handmade quality that gives the short all of its personality.

Still, I shouldn't be too hard on the feature. It is, after all, the reason that Jittlov's name and work remained remembered long enough for me to ever see any incarnation of The Wizard of Speed and Time. Besides, it's awfully joyful in its own right, though something about the concentration and brevity of the short is preferable. Jittlov makes candy, is the thing; now imagine eating candy for three versus 95 minutes, and you have approximately the sense of weariness and overstimulation that the feature carries with it. It would, beyond any shadow of a doubt, help matters if the comedy wasn't so grating. But I doubt very much that any feature could capture the pure delight of the three perfect minutes of the short, and this particular feature misses that mark by quite a lot.

5/10

This film is also pretty damn easy to find online, but as of 10 January 2017, this version looks especially good.

4 comments:

  1. "Five years in the making...five days in theatres...!"

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  2. Completely agree that the geewhiz thing of the short loses a lot to it you stretch it out to feature-length (and kind of agree that the government/business satire gets to be sour grapes-y sometimes), but man I disagree about how well the comedy works. I really remember being surprised at how funny it was each time I would watch it again with somebody else. Without fail, people would be mostly indifferent right up until that early gag where he scolds the soda can guy and the lady in the car claps, and it would always be the first laugh, and that's when the rhythm of the thing would click for whoever was seeing it for the first time.

    It does drag in the middle when you've been through a half-hour+ of that sugar rush of shots and jokes, but 5/10 just seems way too low. Feels like the manic creativity would at least keep it from being middling, even if it did get really abrasive.

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  3. Thanks, Tim, for getting to my review.

    Maybe I was unlucky watching the long version first, because this weirdly unpolished but energetic thing winds up feeling even rougher in the short form. I think some of it is that the movie's earworms got stuck in my head.

    Apparently a chunk of the things that went wrong were Richard Kaye's fault. I've heard the ethnic stereotypes were on him. Weirder was the fact that the plot of the movie went on to play out in real life as Kaye took the money and the rights to the movie leading to a legal battle that I am under the impression only wrapped up recently.

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  4. Good pick Beef Jerky Guy (aka Matt?)! Had never heard of this and just saw the (phenomenal) short. Was it just me who thinks that Shinya Tsukamoto references this in "Tetsuo the Ironman" (surely this is where he got those stop motion chase sequences through Tokyo from). Which is quite surprising! And the finale is like a screwy "Man with a Movie Camera" dance sequence. One foot in the past, one in the future, I guess?

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