Posts Tagged ‘Gene Wilder’

Blu-ray Review: “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory”

61dlqbdREvL._SCLZZZZZZZ_[1]Synopsis: A poor little boy wins a ticket to visit the inside of a mysterious and magical chocolate factory. When he experiences the wonders inside the factory, the boy discovers that the entire visit is a test of his character.

A movie about a wild-eyed reclusive madman who sends the entire world into a candy-scrabbling frenzy as part of an elaborate mindfuck culminating in the transfer of his candy empire to a child, 1971’s Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory is one of the odder “children’s” movies ever made, and one whose survival as a cult favorite was largely dependent on Gene Wilder’s tremendous work in the title role, as well as the movie’s natural appeal to the type of weirdos who grow up to be film directors (see: Burton, Tim). Willy Wonka wasn’t terribly successful when it was released, least of all among parents who questioned its dark overtones and smattering of scary moments (just ask poor Spike Jonze about those folks), but it’s become accepted as a sort of minor classic over the years, particularly since Burton fumbled his Johnny Depp-led Wonka remake a few years ago. (more…)

Bootleg City: David Bowie in Baton Rouge, April ‘78 (Pt. 1)

There’s a scene near the beginning of The Woman in Red, the 1984 film written and directed by and starring Gene Wilder (it’s a remake of a French film whose title translates to “An Elephant Can Be Extremely Deceptive,” though it’s also known as “Pardon My Affair”), in which his character meets his daughter’s new boyfriend, who’s sporting a multicolored Mohawk. The daughter explains that they’re going to a David Bowie concert together. Wilder then mispronounces the singer’s last name as “Boo-ee.”

Implying that teenage “punks” with Mohawks in the mid-’80s were big fans of Let’s Dance-era Bowie doesn’t quite approach the old-white-guy ignorance of Quincy’s “Next Stop, Nowhere” episode, but there is a blip on the radar, so to speak. Glam rock in the ’70s did influence punk rock, of course, just as proto-punks like Lou Reed influenced Bowie, so it’s not inconceivable that you’d find some androgynous fans still dressing like Ziggy Stardust at Bowie’s concerts in ‘84. But the leather-jacket-and-safety-pins kind of punk? Only if he’s misinformed about what’s “punk” and what’s not, or if he’s experiencing a teenage identity crisis.

That may have been Wilder’s aim when he came up with the idea of the boyfriend character having a Mohawk, but he was 50 when he shot The Woman in Red. Therefore I’m going to go with a little from column A (”I want to make a subtle point about insecure teenagers and parents who feel like they’re behind the times in my character-based comedy”) and a little bit more from column B (”Let me tell you, these kids today with their crazy music …”).

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