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Documentaries on the Groundbreaking Work & Life of Ursula K. Le Guin & Four Other Trailblazing Artists, Streaming Free this Week

What sort of art will emerge from this unprece­dent­ed moment in his­to­ry, when the glob­al coro­n­avirus pan­dem­ic and the Black Lives Mat­ter move­ment grew expo­nen­tial­ly, and syn­chro­nous­ly.

And not to pre­sume, but to hope, what will humans think of that lit­er­a­ture in 50 or 100 years’ time?

Over the course of a not quite hour-long Amer­i­can Mas­ters episode devot­ed to author Ursu­la LeGuin, flux emerges as a major theme of the sci­ence fic­tion pioneer’s life and work.

The youngest child of A.L. Kroe­ber, the founder of aca­d­e­m­ic anthro­pol­o­gy, LeGuin, who died in 2018, crit­i­cized her­self for hav­ing been slow to open her eyes to the injus­tice around her.

It became a pre­oc­cu­pa­tion in sto­ries like The Ones Who Walk Away from Ome­las, a thought exper­i­ment in which the read­er must con­sid­er the ethics of a pros­per­ous hap­py soci­ety, whose good for­tune depends on the suf­fer­ing of a cap­tive child.

The Dis­pos­sessed arose from her curios­i­ty as to what “a gen­uine, work­ing anar­chist soci­ety (would) be like.”

(Answer: flawed, like every oth­er human soci­ety.)

One of her best known books, The Left Hand of Dark­ness, pub­lished in 1969, pre­fig­ured the com­ing bat­tle for gen­der equal­i­ty, and so much more, by cre­at­ing a tru­ly gen­der flu­id world in which the androg­y­nous inhab­i­tants’ month­ly peri­ods of sex­u­al activ­i­ty con­ferred tem­porar­i­ly male or female bio­log­i­cal sta­tus at ran­dom.

It was hailed as a fem­i­nist ground­break­er, but as time went on, LeGuin found her­self in hot water for hav­ing gone with the mas­cu­line pro­noun as a default way of refer­ring to her androg­y­nous char­ac­ters:

At first, I felt a lit­tle bit defen­sive, but, as I thought about it, I began to see my crit­ics were right. I was com­ing up against how I write about gen­der equal­i­ty.

My job is not to arrive at a final answer and just deliv­er it.

I see my job as hold­ing doors open or open­ing win­dows, but who comes in and out the doors? What do you see out the win­dow? How do I know?

The book is still in print, should new gen­er­a­tion of read­ers feel com­pelled to plumb the text for prob­lem­at­ic pas­sages. Why should the many reflec­tions, essays, and think pieces that marked the 50th anniver­sary of its pub­li­ca­tion be the last word?

Worlds of Ursu­la K. Le Guin is avail­able to stream for free on PBS through Mon­day August 31, along with four oth­er Amer­i­can Mas­ters episodes fea­tur­ing artists who, like Le Guin, broke the exist­ing molds:

Ter­rence McNal­ly: Every Act of Life

Over a six-decade career, four-time Tony-win­ner and out­spo­ken LGBTQ activist Ter­rence McNal­ly wrote dozens of trail­blaz­ing plays, musi­cals, operas and screen­plays about sex­u­al­i­ty, homo­pho­bia, faith, and the pow­er of art.

Raúl Juliá: The World’s a Stage

The charis­mat­ic actor from Puer­to Rico was cel­e­brat­ed for the range and ver­sa­til­i­ty he brought to roles on stage and screen, from Shake­speare­an plays to the “The Addams Fam­i­ly.” Though his career was cut short by his death at age 54, he paved the way for gen­er­a­tions of Lat­inx actors.

Rothko: Pic­tures Must be Mirac­u­lous

One of the most influ­en­tial artists of the 20th cen­tu­ry, Mark Rothko’s sig­na­ture style helped define Abstract Expres­sion­ism. The cel­e­brat­ed painter’s lumi­nous paint­ings now set records at auc­tion, and are seen by mil­lions in Lon­don, Wash­ing­ton, D.C. and at the famous Rothko Chapel in Hous­ton.

Scott Moma­day: Words from a Bear

A for­ma­tive voice of the Native Amer­i­can Renais­sance in art and lit­er­a­ture, author and poet N. Scott Moma­day was the first Native Amer­i­can to win the Pulitzer Prize.

Here’s to ever-evolv­ing worlds, and acknowl­edg­ing the con­tri­bu­tions of those who helped make this change pos­si­ble.

Stream the five PBS Amer­i­can Mas­ters episodes men­tioned above for free through the end of August here.

Relat­ed Con­tent: 

Ursu­la K. Le Guin’s Dai­ly Rou­tine: The Dis­ci­pline That Fueled Her Imag­i­na­tion

Ursu­la K. Le Guin Names the Books She Likes and Wants You to Read

Hear Neil Gaiman Read a Beau­ti­ful, Pro­found Poem by Ursu­la K. Le Guin to His Cousin on Her 100th Birth­day

Ayun Hal­l­i­day is an author, illus­tra­tor, the­ater mak­er and Chief Pri­ma­tol­o­gist of the East Vil­lage Inky zine.  Fol­low her @AyunHalliday.

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Hear 10 of Bach’s Pieces Played on Original Baroque Instruments

We could say that the music of Johann Sebas­t­ian Bach tran­scends instru­men­ta­tion. Wendy Car­los did a great deal to prove that with her 1968 album Switched-On Bach, com­posed entire­ly (and labo­ri­ous­ly) on an ear­ly Moog syn­the­siz­er. Despite its con­tro­ver­sial union of long-revered com­po­si­tions with prac­ti­cal­ly untest­ed musi­cal tech­nol­o­gy, that project won high praise, not least from as famed an inter­preter of Bach as Glenn Gould. Here at Open Cul­ture we’ve fea­tured many of Gould’s own per­for­mances of Bach: of the Key­board Con­cer­to No. 1 in D minor in his 1960 U.S. tele­vi­sion debut, of the can­ta­ta BWV 54 on a 1962 CBC spe­cial, of The Art of Fugue and the Gold­berg Vari­a­tions as played toward the end of his life in the ear­ly 1980s.

Going back to 1959, we find a 27-year-old Gould play­ing Bach in a Nation­al Film Board of Cana­da doc­u­men­tary, and on “the piano he favors above all oth­ers for prac­tic­ing: a 70-year-old Chick­er­ing with a res­o­nant, harp­si­chord qual­i­ty recall­ing the instru­ments of the time of Bach.” But to tru­ly hear Bach’s music as Bach him­self would have heard it, you need to bring out those very same instru­ments.

That’s the man­date of San Fran­cis­co’s Voic­es of Music, an ensem­ble ded­i­cat­ed to “renais­sance and baroque music, draw­ing upon the many and var­ied sources for his­tor­i­cal per­for­mance prac­tice.” We’ve pre­vi­ous­ly fea­tured their per­for­mances of Pachel­bel’s Canon and Vivaldi’s The Four Sea­sons on orig­i­nal instru­ments; more recent­ly they’ve put togeth­er a Youtube playlist of their orig­i­nal-instru­ment per­for­mances of Bach.

The ten selec­tions on Voic­es of Music’s Bach playlist include the Cel­lo Suite No. 2 in D Minor BWV 1008, Alle­mande and Courante played on the baroque cel­lo by Eva Lymen­stull; the Arioso from Can­ta­ta 156 (Sin­fo­nia) with Marc Schachman on the baroque oboe; the Bran­den­burg Con­cer­to No. 6 in B Flat Major BWV 1051 played by Kati Kyme and Eliz­a­beth Blu­men­stock on baroque vio­la (vio­le da brac­cio), Elis­a­beth Reed and William Skeen on the vio­la da gam­ba, Tanya Tomkins on the baroque cel­lo, Far­ley Pearce on the vio­lone, and Han­neke van Proos­dij on the harp­si­chord; and the Sonata No. 3 in C Major for baroque vio­lin BWV 1005 inter­pret­ed by August and Georgina McK­ay Lodge, the for­mer play­ing the baroque vio­lin and the lat­ter read­ing Ursu­la K. Le Guin’s poem “Hymn to Time.”

This isn’t the first time the work of Le Guin, now remem­bered as an influ­en­tial author of sci­ence fic­tion and fan­ta­sy lit­er­a­ture, has been set to music. Just after her death in 2018 we fea­tured Rigel 9, the space rock opera she cre­at­ed in col­lab­o­ra­tion with avant-garde com­pos­er David Bed­ford in 1985. If Le Guin’s words suit­ed a tale of the future told with high-tech New Wave sounds, they suit an acoustic return to the eigh­teenth cen­tu­ry just as well.

This is a ver­sa­til­i­ty much like Bach’s own, which has guar­an­teed that, more than 250 years after his death, his music retains its pow­er and depth whether expressed through a piano, a syn­the­siz­er, or indeed the instru­ments of his day — not that the play­ers of per­cus­sion tubes or wine glass­es have done him great injus­tice either.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Watch J.S. Bach’s “Air on the G String” Played on the Actu­al Instru­ments from His Time

Musi­cians Play Bach on the Octo­bass, the Gar­gan­tu­an String Instru­ment Invent­ed in 1850

Hear the Sounds of the Actu­al Instru­ments for Which Mozart, Beethoven, Haydn, and Han­del Orig­i­nal­ly Com­posed Their Music

The Authen­tic Pachelbel’s Canon: Watch a Per­for­mance Based on the Orig­i­nal Man­u­script & Played with Orig­i­nal 17th-Cen­tu­ry Instru­ments

The Authen­tic Vivaldi’s The Four Sea­sons: Watch a Per­for­mance Based on Orig­i­nal Man­u­scripts & Played with 18th-Cen­tu­ry Instru­ments

All of Bach for Free! New Site Will Put Per­for­mances of 1080 Bach Com­po­si­tions Online

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities, lan­guage, and cul­ture. His projects include the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les and the video series The City in Cin­e­ma. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall, on Face­book, or on Insta­gram.

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Hear Musicians Play the Only Playable Stradivarius Guitar in the World: The “Sabionari”

What makes one arti­san stand out in a field of high­ly skilled com­peti­tors? When we think of clas­si­cal instru­ments, we think of the Stradi­vari fam­i­ly, famed mak­ers of vio­lins, vio­las, cel­los, and oth­er instru­ments. But the Stradi­var­ius’ suc­cess may owe as much to chance as to supe­ri­or crafts­man­ship. A Texas A&M pro­fes­sor emer­i­tus of bio­chem­istry, Joseph Nagy­vary (also a vio­lin­ist and vio­lin mak­er), dis­cov­ered that Stradi­var­ius instru­ments were soaked in chem­i­cals “to pro­tect them from a worm infes­ta­tion that was sweep­ing through Italy in the 1700s.”

“By pure acci­dent,” this method of pest con­trol, Texas A&M Today writes, had “the unin­tend­ed result of pro­duc­ing the unique sounds that have been almost impos­si­ble to dupli­cate in the past 400 years.”

So, there you have it, the secret of the Stradi­var­ius sound: borax and brine. There’s more to it than that, of course, but the chem­i­cal bath advan­tage makes for a fas­ci­nat­ing bit of triv­ia. To the ear, it mat­ters lit­tle whether a sound is the result of acci­dent, inten­tion, or some mea­sure of the two.

If it sounds sweet, it is, and Stradi­var­ius instru­ments (in playable con­di­tion, any­way) sound like the voic­es of angels. Hap­pi­ly, the Stradi­var­ius exper­i­ment was repeat­able hun­dreds of times, and not only for the famed orches­tral instru­ments with which we’re famil­iar, if only by rep­u­ta­tion. The fam­i­ly made around 1000 instru­ments, 960 of which are vio­lins. They also made a cou­ple hand­fuls of gui­tars, five of which exist in com­plete form. These are:

The first, and ear­li­est of these instru­ments, the so-called Sabionari, was made by Anto­nio Stradi­vari him­self and hap­pens to be the only playable gui­tar of the five, due to a restora­tion by three mas­ter luthiers. All of the Stradi­vari gui­tars are ten-string (five-course) instru­ments, with dou­bled notes like a mod­ern 12-string gui­tar. But, “as with all Stradi­vari instru­ments,” The Strad points out, “the ‘Sabionari’ was mod­ern­ized,” con­vert­ed to six-string in a process that sounds espe­cial­ly vio­lent in rela­tion to what we now view as a pre­cious muse­um piece (espe­cial­ly as Andrés Segovia signed the gui­tar in 1948).

In the ear­ly 19th cen­tu­ry, Ital­ian luthi­er Giuseppe Mar­conci­ni “changed the neck, peg­head and bridge, and added new lin­ings and braces.” The orig­i­nal parts he removed were long gone, so restor­ers had to fit new ones to the body. Curi­ous­ly, Marconcini’s 150-year-old parts were “infest­ed by wood­worm,” but “the insects spared the orig­i­nal sound­board and brac­ing wood by Stradi­vari.” Effec­tive pest con­trol not only pre­served the wood; it also con­tributed to the sound we hear above in these many videos fea­tur­ing the Sabionari, with play­ers Krish­na­sol Jimenéz, Ugo Nas­ruc­ci, and Rolf Lisl­e­vand, who plays a live­ly Taran­tel­la below and gives us a taste of how the instru­ment was like­ly used to accom­pa­ny dances.

Where it was once “extreme­ly rare” to hear the sound of a Baroque gui­tar, we can now all, thanks to the inter­net, enjoy Stradi­var­ius gui­tar per­for­mances. You can see many more here, and learn much more about the 1679 gui­tar itself, here.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Musi­cian Plays the Last Stradi­var­ius Gui­tar in the World, the “Sabionari” Made in 1679

What Makes the Stradi­var­ius Spe­cial? It Was Designed to Sound Like a Female Sopra­no Voice, With Notes Sound­ing Like Vow­els, Says Researcher

Why Stradi­var­ius Vio­lins Are Worth Mil­lions

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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Nina Simone Writes an Admiring Letter to Langston Hughes: “Brother, You’ve Got a Fan Now!” (1966)

Nina Simone’s cre­ative and polit­i­cal com­mu­ni­ty meant every­thing to her, and the many loss­es she suf­fered in the 60s sent her deep­er into the depres­sion of the last decades of her life. “Langston Hugh­es, James Bald­win, and Lor­raine Hans­ber­ry [were] promi­nent,” writes Malik Gaines at LitHub, “among… social­ly engaged writ­ers and drama­tists” whom she con­sid­ered not only her “polit­i­cal tutors” but also her heroes and clos­est friends. She nev­er stopped griev­ing the loss of Hans­ber­ry and Hugh­es and fre­quent­ly memo­ri­al­ized them in trib­utes like “Back­lash Blues.”

Writ­ten by Hugh­es, and one of Simone’s fiercest and most time­ly civ­il rights songs, “Back­lash Blues” rep­re­sents the sig­nif­i­cant influ­ence the poet had on her and her art. In a live 1967 record­ing, she sings, “When Langston Hugh­es died—He told me many months before—Nina keep work­ing until they open up that door.” The two first met when Simone was still Eunice Way­mon from Try­on, North Car­oli­na: an aspir­ing clas­si­cal pianist, “pres­i­dent of the 11th-grade class and an offi­cer with the school’s NAACP chap­ter,” explains Andrew J. Fletch­er, a board mem­ber of the Nina Simone Project in Asheville.

This was 1949, and Hugh­es had come to Asheville to address Allen High School, the pri­vate school for African Amer­i­can girls Simone attend­ed through a schol­ar­ship that her music teacher and ear­ly cham­pi­on col­lect­ed from her home­town. The poet “could not have known,” Maria Popo­va writes at Brain Pick­ings, “that [Simone] would soon rev­o­lu­tion­ize the music canon under her stage name.” But near­ly ten years lat­er, he rec­og­nized her tal­ent imme­di­ate­ly.

On the release of Simone’s first album, Lit­tle Girl Blue, Hugh­es was “so stunned that he laud­ed it with lyri­cal ardor” in his col­umn for the Chica­go Defend­er.

She is dif­fer­ent. So was Bil­lie Hol­i­day, St. Fran­cis, and John Donne. So in Mort Sahl. She is a club mem­ber, a coloured girl, an Afro-Amer­i­can, a homey from Down Home. She has hit the Big Town, the big towns, the LP discs and the TV shows — and she is still from down home. She did it most­ly all by her­self. Her name is Nina Simone.

They would become close friends and mutu­al admir­ers. Hugh­es sent her “books he thought would inspire her,” includ­ing sev­er­al of his own, and wrote “words for her to set to song.” She wrote to him with earnest expres­sions of appre­ci­a­tion, espe­cial­ly in the let­ter here, penned in 1966 just before Hugh­es’ death.

Simone had just read Hugh­es’ auto­bi­og­ra­phy The Big Sea. The book, she says, “gives me such pleasure—you have no idea! It is so fun­ny.” She also writes, with can­dor:

Then too, if I’m in a neg­a­tive mood and want to get more neg­a­tive (about the racial prob­lem, I mean) if I want to get down­right mean and vio­lent I go straight to this book and there is also mate­r­i­al for that. Amaz­ing—

I use the book—what I mean is I under­line all mean­ing­ful sen­tences to me…. And as I said there is a wealth of knowl­edge con­cern­ing the negro prob­lem, espe­cial­ly if one wants to trace the many many areas that we’ve had it rough in all these years—sometimes when I’m with white “lib­er­als” who want to know why we’re so bitter—I for­get (I don’t forget—I just get tongue-tied) how com­plete has been the white races’ rejec­tion of us all these years and then when this hap­pens I go get your book.

Hugh­es’ is rarely “mean and vio­lent,” but Simone brought to her read­ing her own despair and rage and raw sense of rejec­tion, emo­tions she was nev­er afraid to explore in her work or talk about with humor and fierce ire in her life. “Broth­er, you’ve got a fan,” she gush­es. The Big Sea “grips my imag­i­na­tion imme­di­ate­ly plus every­thing in it I iden­ti­fy with, even your going to sea and I’ve nev­er been to sea.” She had not been to sea, but she had been adrift, “depressed, alien­at­ed and low,” as she sang at More­house Col­lege in 1969 in a per­for­mance of her civ­il rights anthem and trib­ute to Lor­raine Hans­ber­ry, “To Be Young, Gift­ed and Black.”

The adlib framed Simone’s feel­ings with the same “emo­tion­al and polit­i­cal dimen­sions,” writes Gaines, she found in Hugh­es’ work. Though she does not men­tion it in her let­ter, her anno­tat­ed copy of The Big Sea sure­ly marks up the pas­sage below, in which Hugh­es’ describes his ear­ly unhap­pi­ness and his trans­for­ma­tive encounter with art:

When I was in the sec­ond grade, my grand­moth­er took me to Lawrence to raise me. And I was unhap­py for a long time, and very lone­some, liv­ing with my grand­moth­er. Then it was that books began to hap­pen to me, and I began to believe in noth­ing but books and the won­der­ful world in books–where if peo­ple suf­fered, they suf­fered in beau­ti­ful lan­guage, not in mono­syl­la­bles, as we did in Kansas.

For Simone, music gave her suf­fer­ing pur­pose, but not the music she played for audi­ences and on record. One of the sad­dest ironies of her career is that the woman dubbed “The High Priest­ess of Soul” had lit­tle inter­est in play­ing soul. She embarked on her pop­u­lar music career to fund her clas­si­cal edu­ca­tion. How­ev­er, the oppor­tu­ni­ties to play the way she want­ed to did not arise. “Nina closed her let­ter on a strange­ly down note,” writes Nadine Coho­das in Princess Noire: The Tumul­tuous Reign of Nina Simone. “Her melan­choly over­whelmed any excite­ment about play­ing for the first time in France and Bel­gium. ‘No plea­sure,’ she told Langston, ‘just work.’”

So much of Simone’s frus­tra­tion and burnout in the music indus­try came out of a deep sense of alien­ation from her work. The shy Eunice Way­mon had nev­er craved the spot­light, some­thing Hugh­es must have come to know about her in the years of their acquain­tance. In his first note of praise, how­ev­er, he gets one thing wrong. As she was always the first to point out, Simone did not do it “most­ly all by her­self.”

The sup­port of her moth­er, her teacher, and her small “down home” com­mu­ni­ty took her as far as it could. Her rela­tion­ships with Hans­ber­ry, Hugh­es, and oth­er artists/activists car­ried her the rest of the way. Until they were gone. But when Hugh­es died, Popo­va writes, “a dev­as­tat­ed Simone turned her cov­et­ed set at the New­port Jazz Fes­ti­val into a trib­ute and closed it with an exhor­ta­tion to the audi­ence: ‘Keep him with you always. He was a beau­ti­ful, a beau­ti­ful man, and he’s still with us, of course.’” See much more of their cor­re­spon­dence at the Bei­necke.

via the Bei­necke

Relat­ed Con­tent:    

Nina Simone’s Live Per­for­mances of Her Poignant Civ­il Rights Protest Songs

Nina Simone Song “Col­or Is a Beau­ti­ful Thing” Ani­mat­ed in a Gor­geous Video

Langston Hugh­es Reads Langston Hugh­es

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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The Face of Bill Murray Adds Some Joy to Classic Paintings

Bill Mur­ray isn’t one of those actors who dis­ap­pears into a role.

Nor is he much of a chameleon on can­vas, how­ev­er icon­ic, as artist Eddy Tori­goe demon­strates with a series that grafts Murray’s famous mug onto a num­ber of equal­ly well-known paint­ings.

Tori­goe told Digg that he was inspired by acci­dent, when he was struck by the uncan­ny resem­blance between Gilbert Stuart’s Lans­downe por­trait of George Wash­ing­ton, and a pho­to of Mur­ray post­ed by a Red­dit user.

He down­loaded both images and bus­ied him­self with Pho­to­shop.

The rest is his­to­ry.

The Pres­i­den­tial update is an improve­ment in ways. Mur­ray-faced Wash­ing­ton appears kind­ly, and not averse to a bit of fun. No teeth of enslaved peo­ples com­pro­mis­ing that mouth.

While Mur­ray is capa­ble of main­tain­ing a straight face—wit­ness his work in Lost in Trans­la­tionThe Razor’s EdgeHam­let 2000, and Torigoe’s homage to Whistler’s Moth­er, above—more often than not a cer­tain puck­ish­ness shines through.

One won­ders what would have befall­en painter Jacques-Louis David had he bestowed The Emper­or Napoleon in His Study at the Tui­leries with Murray’s goofy expres­sion.

And it’s well estab­lished that a key ele­ment of Grant Wood’s oft-par­o­died Amer­i­can Goth­ic is the pok­er faced reserve of its male sub­ject.

Had they been alive today, it’s con­ceiv­able that Lucas Cranach the Elder’s por­trait of Mar­tin Luther might have depict­ed a lighter side of his friend, some­thing more Mur­ray-esque. Though giv­en the Ref­or­ma­tion and his 95 The­ses against Indul­gences, maybe not….

Explore more of Eddy Torigoe’s Bill Mur­ray-enriched mas­ter­pieces of art, includ­ing self-por­traits by Rem­brandt, Fri­da Kahlo, and Picas­so, on his web­site.

via My Mod­ern Met

Relat­ed Con­tent: 

Bill Mur­ray Explains How a 19th-Cen­tu­ry Paint­ing Saved His Life

Bill Mur­ray Reads the Poet­ry of Lawrence Fer­linghet­ti, Wal­lace Stevens, Emi­ly Dick­in­son, Bil­ly Collins, Lorine Niedeck­er, Lucille Clifton & More

Mas­ter­pieces of West­ern Art with All Gluten Prod­ucts Removed: See Works by Dalí, Cézanne, Van Gogh & Oth­ers

Ayun Hal­l­i­day is an author, illus­tra­tor, the­ater mak­er and Chief Pri­ma­tol­o­gist of the East Vil­lage Inky zine.  Fol­low her @AyunHalliday.

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The Story of “Wipe Out,” the Classic Surf Rock Instrumental

“Not all gen­res in music are self-explana­to­ry,” writes Mark Stock at The Man­u­al. “Just ask baroque pop or post met­al. With surf rock, how­ev­er, it’s pret­ty much as adver­tised.” This obser­va­tion gets at what makes surf rock so refresh­ing. Its “wavy gui­tar sounds” and rol­lick­ing beats are a musi­cal ono­matopoeia for the thrills of a sun-drenched sport. From its niche ori­gins, surf rock invad­ed garages around the world. It found its way into the Pix­ies and the B‑52s. Waves of indie surf bands con­tin­ue to wash ashore.

Surf rock meld­ed with hard­core punk, anoth­er genre that does what it says and has scored many a board sport. Where hard­core is aggro, surf is mel­low and joy­ous, even when it’s sin­is­ter and dan­ger­ous; hard­core thrives on bash­ing three-minute attacks, surf shows off its tech­ni­cal chops, even when it sticks to three chords, as in the Sur­faris’ clas­sic “Wipe Out.”

The song, a 12-bar blues dri­ven by Ron Wilson’s drum solo, pro­duced “the yard­stick for every aspir­ing young drum­mer in the ear­ly 60s” and beyond. At the time of its record­ing, Wil­son wasn’t even old enough to dri­ve.

Accord­ing to gui­tarist Bob Berry­hill, the Sur­faris formed in 1962 while the mem­bers of the band were still in high school. (Their sax play­er, Jim Pash, was 12 when he joined.) They played teen dances and tal­ent shows, and by Jan­u­ary the fol­low­ing year, they had an orig­i­nal, “Surfer Joe.” They had their par­ents dri­ve them to a stu­dio owned by a man named Dale Small­en.

We met at a place in the Cal­i­for­nia desert called Cuca­mon­ga, and record­ed Surfer Joe. In those days 45’s required a B side so Dale asked us to play anoth­er song. We had not writ­ten a song before Surfer Joe so I sug­gest­ed a drum solo type of song with sim­ple gui­tar breaks. Ron­nie start­ed play­ing the famous Wipe Out solo and in about 10 min­utes we had the song togeth­er. We need­ed a gim­mick intro­duc­tion so my Dad broke a plas­ter soaked board close to the mic and Dale Small­en let out a laugh and screamed wipe out. We gave Dale the mas­ter tape and he took it to Hol­ly­wood, and by July 1963 it was #2 on the Bill­board top 100. 

Before they knew it, the teenaged Sur­faris were tour­ing Japan, Aus­tralia, and the U.S. with Roy Orbi­son, The Beach Boys, the Right­eous Broth­ers, and The Ven­tures, a bril­liant instru­men­tal rock band who were one of the biggest things going in the ear­ly 1960s.

The Ven­tures took “Wipe Out” fur­ther into the reach­es of drum­ming leg­end in their cov­er (see drum­mer Mel Tay­lor attack­ing the skins like Gene Kru­pa in a live per­for­mance in Japan from 1965, above). Then, in 1966, the Sur­faris broke up. The Bea­t­les had wiped them off the charts, or as Berry­hill puts it, some­what bit­ter­ly, “The British Inva­sion changed music to focus more on the intro­spec­tive needs of the ‘Me Gen­er­a­tion.’” Surf lost its hip appeal, but it was not for­got­ten.

“In 1980,” Berry­hill says, “the punk/new wave move­ment revived ‘Wipe Out,’ which gave it a new audi­ence.” It popped up in com­mer­cials, The Fat Boys teamed up with The Beach Boys for a rap cov­er, even the Mup­pets had a ver­sion. Surf rock “became a sponge,” surf gui­tarist Jason Lough­lin says. “In the 80s through the 90s [it] soaked up influ­ences from punk music and alter­na­tive rock.” Bands like Man or Astro-Man? brought in peri­od sci-fi rev­er­ences; surf teamed up with rock­a­bil­ly, anoth­er genre that “had a short win­dow of pop­u­lar­i­ty and growth and then went under­ground” until the 80s.

But “Wipe Out” acquired a spe­cial sta­tus as a pure spec­i­men of surf. It remains one of the most pop­u­lar instru­men­tal songs of all time. And all because of an inven­tive 15-year-old drum­mer, his high school bud­dies, and their sup­port­ive par­ents. It may not be the most rock ’n’ roll of musi­cal his­to­ries, but it is the most surf rock of sto­ries. A tale of tal­ent, teenage enthu­si­asm, and the guile­less desire to make oth­er kids dance.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

The Gnarly Surf Rock of Dick Dale (RIP): Watch the Leg­end Play “Misir­lou,” Surfin’ the Wedge,” and “Pipeline” (with Ste­vie Ray Vaugh­an)

Quentin Taran­ti­no Explains The Art of the Music in His Films

A His­to­ry of Rock ‘n’ Roll in 100 Riffs

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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Every Possible Kind of Science Fiction Story: An Exhaustive List Created by Pioneering 1920s SciFi Writer Clare Winger Harris (1931)

When Jeanette Ng gave her accep­tance speech at the 2019 Joseph W. Camp­bell awards (now called the Astound­ing Award for Best New Writer), she described “Gold­en Age” edi­tor Camp­bell as “a fas­cist” who “set a tone of sci­ence fic­tion that still haunts the genre to this day. Ster­ile. Male. White.” The list of Hugo win­ners this year show how much the sit­u­a­tion is chang­ing. Ng her­self won a Hugo for her Camp­bell speech. (The unpleas­ant per­for­mance of the awards’ online pre­sen­ter sad­ly got more head­lines than the win­ners.)

Yet pop­u­lar canons of sci-fi, even “seem­ing­ly pro­gres­sive books for their time,” Liz Lut­gen­dorff writes, still con­tain a “per­va­sive sex­ism.” Camp­bell was hard­ly the only offend­er, but the charge cer­tain­ly sticks to him. “The first sci­ence fic­tion antholo­gies were pub­lished dur­ing a back­lash against first-wave fem­i­nism,” Wired explains. In response to grow­ing women’s activism, “male edi­tors such as John W. Camp­bell and Groff Con­klin specif­i­cal­ly exclud­ed women from” the pages of Astound­ing Sci­ence Fic­tion’s pop­u­lar anthol­o­gy series and Con­klin’s many best-ofs.

Pri­or to these pow­er­ful edi­tors, “women writ­ers were rel­a­tive­ly com­mon through­out the pulp era, and the pro­por­tion of women read­ers was even high­er.” Lisa Yaszek, Pro­fes­sor of Sci­ence Fic­tion Stud­ies at Geor­gia Tech, found that “at least 15 per­cent of the sci­ence fic­tion com­mu­ni­ty were women—producers—and read­ing polls sug­gest that 40 to 50 per­cent of the read­ers were women.” These fig­ures sur­prised even her. Many of the writ­ers whom Camp­bell exclud­ed were huge­ly pop­u­lar dur­ing 1920s, influ­enc­ing their con­tem­po­raries and inspir­ing read­ers.

One such writer, Clare Winger Har­ris, pub­lished her first short sto­ry “The Run­away World,” in the July 1926 issue of Weird Tales (after writ­ing an ear­li­er his­tor­i­cal nov­el in 1923). That same year, she won third place in a sto­ry con­test run by leg­endary Amaz­ing Sto­ries edi­tor Hugo Gerns­back, from whom the Hugo Awards take their name. She would go on to pub­lish ten more sto­ries in pop­u­lar sci­ence fic­tion pulps, most of them for Gerns­back. Then she dis­ap­peared from writ­ing in 1930, osten­si­bly to raise her three sons.

But she had more to say. In the August 1931 edi­tion of Gernsback’s Won­der Sto­ries, a let­ter from Har­ris appears in which she ral­lies the com­mu­ni­ty to insist that Hol­ly­wood make sci-fi films. “Come on, sci­ence fic­tion fans, let’s go!” she writes, “Our unit­ed efforts might bring this coun­try a few films in 1932 that are not wild west, sex dra­ma or gang­ster stuff. I think we’re all strong for good come­dies, but let’s have of our seri­ous dra­mas a lit­tle less of the emo­tion­al and more of the intel­lec­tu­al.”

Har­ris goes on, in response to anoth­er read­er let­ter, to cor­rect the notion that “there are only five or six orig­i­nal plots.” (This num­ber has var­ied over the ages from sev­en to thir­ty-sev­en). “That may be true as regards the tech­nique of plot devel­op­ment,” writes Har­ris, “but I have made a table of six­teen gen­er­al clas­si­fi­ca­tions into which it seems to me all sci­ence fic­tion sto­ries writ­ten to date can be placed.” See it above.

Sci-fi author Doris V. Suther­land points to the redun­dan­cies and dat­ed quaint­ness of much of the list. Giant insects have fall­en out of fash­ion. “A num­ber of the cat­e­gories speak of the tech­no­log­i­cal lev­el of the day. The inclu­sion of ‘ray and vibra­tion stores’ harks back to an era when the unseen effects of var­i­ous elec­tro-mag­net­ic waves had only recent­ly been grasped by researchers.” More­over, the atom­ic age was yet to dawn. After it, “the idea of a man-made apoc­a­lypse would become rather more top­i­cal.”

The sta­tus of Harris’s let­ter as a “time cap­sule” that sum­ma­rizes the “dom­i­nant themes in SF” at the time doc­u­ments her keen appre­ci­a­tion for, as well as inno­va­tion on, those themes. She was val­ued for this tal­ent by many in the field, Gerns­back includ­ed. Upon learn­ing she had won third prize in the 1926 Amaz­ing Sto­ries con­test, he “gave praise,” Brad Ric­ca writes at LitHub, “couched in the cul­tur­al moment”—as well as indica­tive of his own bias­es.

That the third prize win­ner should prove to be a woman was one of the sur­pris­es of the con­test, for, as a rule, women do not make good sci­en­tifi­ca­tion writ­ers, because their edu­ca­tion and gen­er­al ten­den­cies on sci­en­tif­ic mat­ters are usu­al­ly lim­it­ed. But the excep­tion, as usu­al, proves the rule, the excep­tion in this case being extra­or­di­nar­i­ly impres­sive.

These insult­ing beliefs did not pre­vent Gerns­back from con­tin­u­ing to pub­lish Harris’s work, nor any of women whose writ­ing he approved. (He also helped make Camp­bel­l’s career.) Some have found it remark­able that Har­ris pub­lished under her own name rather than a male pseu­do­nym, but Yaszek argues this was fair­ly com­mon at the time. In fact, sev­er­al male authors pub­lished under female pseu­do­nyms. (Gerns­back him­self once adopt­ed the moniker “Grace G. Huck­snob.”)

As women writ­ers were edged out of sci­ence fic­tion dur­ing Campbell’s reign in the 1930’s, Har­ris retreat­ed. Her only pub­lished lit­er­ary pro­duc­tions were the 1931 let­ter and a short sto­ry that again proves her sta­tus as a pio­neer. Her last sto­ry orig­i­nal sto­ry “appeared in 1933 in the fifth and last issue of a sta­pled, mimeo­graphed pam­phlet called Sci­ence Fic­tion that had a print run of maybe—maybe—50 issues,” Ric­ca writes. The sto­ry had been solicit­ed by the tiny mag­a­zine’s edi­tors, Jer­ry Siegel and Joe Shus­ter, major Har­ris fans who would, of course, “go on to cre­ate Super­man, the most rec­og­nized sci­ence fic­tion char­ac­ter on the plan­et.”

Learn more about Harris’s fas­ci­nat­ing life—including her father’s brief stint as a Gerns­back-influ­enced sci-fi nov­el­ist and her sta­tus as an ear­ly Amer­i­can con­vert to Bud­dhism before her death in 1968—at Ricca’s excel­lent LitHub inves­ti­ga­tion. See her full let­ter above.

via @jessesheidlower

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Enter a Huge Archive of Amaz­ing Sto­ries, the World’s First Sci­ence Fic­tion Mag­a­zine, Launched in 1926

Stream 47 Hours of Clas­sic Sci-Fi Nov­els & Sto­ries: Asi­mov, Wells, Orwell, Verne, Love­craft & More

The Ency­clo­pe­dia of Sci­ence Fic­tion: 17,500 Entries on All Things Sci-Fi Are Now Free Online

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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Gilda Radner Does a Comic Impersonation of Patti Smith: Watch the Classic SNL Skit, “Rock Against Yeast” (1979)

Gimme Mick, gimme Mick
Baby’s hair, bulgin’ eyes, lips so thick
Are you woman, are you man
I’m your biggest funked-up fan
So rock me and roll meeee…
‘Til I’m sick

                                —(the fic­tion­al) Can­dy Slice, Sat­ur­day Night Live

Sir Michael Philip—aka Mick Jag­ger—cel­e­brat­ed his 77th birth­day ear­li­er this sum­mer, a mile­stone his fel­low Rolling Stones Kei­th Richards and Ron­nie Wood observed remote­ly, as befits seniors at par­tic­u­lar risk from COVID-19 infec­tion.

You, Mick Jag­ger, are Eng­lish and go out with a mod­el and get an incred­i­ble amount of pub­lic­i­ty

You, Mick Jag­ger, don’t keep reg­u­lar hours

You, Mick Jag­ger, have the great­est rock ‘n roll band in the his­to­ry of rock ‘n roll, and you don’t even play an instru­ment your­self

It’s a bit sober­ing, watch­ing the late Gil­da Rad­ner, expert­ly preen­ing and pranc­ing as the then-36-year-old, yet-to-be-knight­ed Mick in “Rock Against Yeast,” the star stud­ded Sat­ur­day Night Live Sketch from 1979, above.

Read­ers over the age of 36 who want to get seri­ous­ly bummed out, poll your under-35 friends to see who’s heard of the ver­sa­tile Gil­da, an orig­i­nal Not-Ready-for-Prime-Time Play­er and one of America’s most com­pli­cat­ed sweet­hearts.

For­tu­nate­ly, she’s not entire­ly for­got­ten:

I can per­son­al­ly attest, and I feel com­fort­able speak­ing for Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph and Rachel Dratch when I say that see­ing Gil­da as a kid…[she was] so authen­ti­cal­ly her­self and so reg­u­lar in so many ways. She was not a piece of cast­ing, she was who she was on TV. We all saw that and said, ‘I want to do that, and it’s pos­si­ble because I see her doing that. It was an ear­ly exam­ple for me of how impor­tant rep­re­sen­ta­tion is, for every­one from every walk of life. Gil­da was our equiv­a­lent of Michelle Oba­ma. —Tina Fey

Gilda’s not alone in hav­ing left us at a young age. Some of her “Rock Against Yeast” cast­mates and the celebri­ties they spoofed made sim­i­lar­ly shock­ing ear­ly exits:

John Belushi 

Bob Mar­ley

Guest host Ricky Nel­son, appear­ing as him­self

Music pro­duc­er Don Kir­sh­n­er—embod­ied here by musi­cian Paul Shaffer—made it to a ripe old age, ie: just a year younger than Sir Mick is now.

Actu­al­ly, Gilda’s Mick rou­tine was fil­tered through the fic­tion­al Can­dy Slice, a satir­i­cal take on God­moth­er of Punk Pat­ti Smith—now a ven­er­a­ble 73-year-old Nation­al Book award-win­ning mem­oirist, gear­ing up for next month’s “high-end mul­ti-cam­era visu­al and son­ic expe­ri­ence,” i.e. vir­tu­al book read­ing for last year’s Year Of The Mon­key.

Smith, who over the years has proved her­self to be a very good egg, admit­ted to NPR that while  her band found Gilda’s char­ac­ter­i­za­tion “hilar­i­ous,” she took a while to warm up to it:

When I was younger, I—it sort of both­ered me because, you know, she makes a big thing about, you know, I think it’s like the white pow­der and the vast amounts of cocaine in the record­ing stu­dio. I had nev­er even had cocaine. It was­n’t how—it’s not how I work. But I thought it was actu­al­ly hilar­i­ous besides that. She was a great artist.

It was—actually, it was a priv­i­lege to be played—it was a priv­i­lege to have Gil­da Rad­ner project what she thought I might be like. And the fun­ni­est part was since there was a big con­tro­ver­sy over the armpit hair on the cov­er of “East­er,” she brushed the hair under her arms, and I think she had like a foot of hair com­ing from her armpit, and we were all laugh­ing so hard.

She was a great artist, and cocaine or not, I salute her. And I feel very lucky to have been, you know, por­trayed by Gil­da.

Read a full tran­script of “Rock Against Yeast” here, while heav­ing a sigh of relief that that singer Dol­ly Par­ton (Jane Curtin) con­tin­ues to walk so vig­or­ous­ly amongst us.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Bill Mur­ray & Gil­da Rad­ner Deliv­er the Laughs in Two 1970s Skits for Nation­al Lam­poon

Lorne Michaels Intro­duces Sat­ur­day Night Live and Its Bril­liant First Cast for the Very First Time (1975)

When William S. Bur­roughs Appeared on Sat­ur­day Night Live: His First TV Appear­ance (1981)

Ayun Hal­l­i­day is an author, illus­tra­tor, the­ater mak­er and Chief Pri­ma­tol­o­gist of the East Vil­lage Inky zine.  Fol­low her @AyunHalliday.

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When Salvador Dalí Met Alice Cooper & Turned Him into a Hologram: The Meeting of Two Kings of Camp (1973)

Kings of camp Alice Coop­er and Sal­vador Dalí made a nat­ur­al pair when they met in New York City in April of 1973. “A mind-meld­ing of sorts took place,” writes Super Rad Now. “Over the course of about two weeks” Coop­er and Dalí “ate togeth­er, drank togeth­er, and basked in the glow of each oth­er’s excep­tion­al unique­ness.” Then Dalí decid­ed to turn Coop­er into a holo­gram, the First Cylin­dric Chro­mo-Holo­gram Por­trait of Alice Coop­er’s Brain.

How did this come about? It was only a mat­ter of time before Dalí sought out the “god­fa­ther of shock rock.” The Sur­re­al­ist prankster “knew how to pro­mote him­self and oth­ers,” notes his­to­ri­an and writer Sophia Deboick in a fan­tas­tic under­state­ment. Dalí had been shock­ing audi­ences decades before Vin­cent Furnier, lead singer of the band Alice Cooper—who took the name for him­self in 1975—was born, mak­ing trans­gres­sive films like Un Chien Andalou and get­ting tossed out of the Sur­re­al­ists for pos­si­ble fas­cist sym­pa­thies and unabashed­ly com­mer­cial aspi­ra­tions.

Dalí used his con­nec­tions to the world of pop music to meet “fig­ures such as Bri­an Jones, Bryan Fer­ry and David Bowie” in the late 60s and ear­ly 70s. He came call­ing at Coop­er’s door after the 1972 “rapi­er-wav­ing per­for­mance of ‘School’s Out’ on Top of the Pops [drew] the oppro­bri­um of Mary White­house… and a truck car­ry­ing a bill­board image of Alice wear­ing only a snake… mys­te­ri­ous­ly ‘broke down’ on Oxford Cir­cus the same sum­mer, caus­ing chaos.”

Coop­er’s schtick was cat­nip to Dalí, but as usu­al, the artist had some­thing more sophis­ti­cat­ed in mind when he staged what looked like a typ­i­cal­ly bizarre pub­lic­i­ty stunt. Coop­er was invit­ed to Dalí’s stu­dio to pose with “an ant-cov­ered plas­ter brain topped with a choco­late éclair.” This Dalí placed behind Coop­er’s head on a red vel­vet cush­ion as Alice “sat on a rotat­ing turntable wear­ing over a mil­lion dol­lars-worth of dia­monds from the famous Har­ry Win­ston jew­el­ers on Fifth Avenue (Coop­er remem­bers it in the short video clip at the top as 4 mil­lion dol­lars worth), hold­ing a frag­ment­ed Venus de Milo as a micro­phone.”

For Coop­er and the band, the col­lab­o­ra­tion helped bring their own par­tic­u­lar artis­tic vision to fruition, lend­ing them the impri­matur of the most pop­u­lar shock artist of the cen­tu­ry. “Five of the orig­i­nal band mem­bers were art majors,” he lat­er recalled, “and we wor­shipped Dalí: we thought of our­selves as sur­re­al­ists.” (He also named one of his boa con­stric­tors Dalí.)

For Dalí, the result­ing holo­graph­ic image ful­filled a long­stand­ing explo­ration of new ideas and a new medium—as well as a delib­er­ate move­ment away from his devo­tion to Freudi­an psy­cho­analy­sis.

Through­out the 1970s Dalí worked with opti­cal illu­sions and stereo­scop­ic images… but his inter­est in work­ing in the third and fourth dimen­sions dat­ed back fur­ther. His 1958 Anti-Mat­ter Man­i­festo pro­claimed his intent to aban­don his explo­ration of the inte­ri­or world for a focus on “the exte­ri­or world and that of physics [which] has tran­scend­ed the one of psy­chol­o­gy,” say­ing he had swapped Freud for Heisen­berg. The tesser­act cross of his Cru­ci­fix­ion (Cor­pus Hyper­cubus) (1954) was inspired by the diverse influ­ences of math­e­mat­i­cal the­o­ry, cubism, and works of Philip II’s archi­tect Juan de Her­rera and Cata­lan mys­tic Ramon Llull. The Alice holo­gram may have tak­en an emerg­ing pop­u­lar icon as its sub­ject, but the medi­um was one which ful­filled Dalí’s artis­tic ambi­tions at the end of his career to embrace sci­ence and break out of the two dimen­sion­al.

The atten­tion may have gone to Coop­er’s head. He attend­ed the unveil­ing of the holo­gram with­out his band mem­bers, then went on to record 1975’s Wel­come to My Night­mare with­out them and pro­mot­ed “an ABC tele­vi­sion spe­cial star­ring Vin­cent Price” that same year, again with a new band. His star fell over the decade, but his essen­tial place in rock and roll his­to­ry had already been ful­ly secured.

Alice Coop­er’s (the band) gen­der-bend­ing had influ­enced David Bowie and the New York Dolls. The Sex Pis­tol’s John Lydon breath­less­ly pro­claimed them his favorite and sang (“or at least mimed to”) their “I’m Eigh­teen” at his audi­tion. “The direct line between Alice Coop­er and every pos­si­ble genre of met­al is obvi­ous,” Deboick writes.

Like the Sur­re­al­ist mas­ter, Coop­er became some­thing of a par­o­dy of his ear­li­er incar­na­tion in lat­er years, and in sobri­ety, the preacher’s son from Detroit reap­peared as a “golf-play­ing born-again Chris­t­ian.” But how­ev­er else he is remem­bered, the man born Vin­cent Furnier will also always be the only rock star to have his ant-cov­ered brain turned into a holo­gram by Sal­vador Dalí, who knew a kin­dred spir­it when he saw one. See a video of the holo­gram, which resides in Spain, just above.

Relat­ed Con­tent: 

The Most Com­plete Col­lec­tion of Sal­vador Dalí’s Paint­ings Pub­lished in a Beau­ti­ful New Book by Taschen: Includes Nev­er-Seen-Before Works

Sal­vador Dalí & Walt Disney’s Short Ani­mat­ed Film, Des­ti­no, Set to the Music of Pink Floyd

Sal­vador Dalí Explains Why He Was a “Bad Painter” and Con­tributed “Noth­ing” to Art (1986)

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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How John Woo Makes His Intense Action Scenes: A Video Essay

The world does not lack action movies, but well-made ones have for most of cin­e­ma his­to­ry been few and far between. Despite long under­stand­ing that action sells, Hol­ly­wood sel­dom man­ages to get the most out of the gen­re’s mas­ter crafts­men. Hence the excite­ment in the ear­ly 1990s when fans of Hong Kong gang­ster pic­tures learned that John Woo, that coun­try’s pre­em­i­nent action auteur, was com­ing state­side. His streak of Hong Kong hits at that point includ­ed A Bet­ter Tomor­rowThe KillerBul­let in the Head, and Hard Boiled, most of which starred no less an action icon than Chow Yun-fat. For Woo’s Amer­i­can debut Hard Tar­get, star­ring a Bel­gian mus­cle­man called Jean-Claude Van Damme, it would prove a hard act to fol­low.

Hard Tar­get, Evan Puschak (bet­ter known as the Nerd­writer) dri­ly puts it in the video essay above, is “not quite a mas­ter­piece.” Woo “bat­tled a mediocre script, stu­dio pres­sure, and a star who could­n’t real­ly act,” and then “the stu­dio re-edit­ed a lot of the movie to get an R rat­ing, and to make it more palat­able for Amer­i­can movie­go­ers, dilut­ing Woo’s sig­na­ture style in the process.”

But despite being a weak spot in Woo’s fil­mog­ra­phy, it makes for an illu­mi­nat­ing case study in his cin­e­mat­ic style. Puschak calls its action scenes “absurd­ly cre­ative” in a way that has “grown more impres­sive over time”: in them Woo employs slow motion — a sig­na­ture tech­nique “he weaves it into his high­ly kinet­ic sequences like an expert com­pos­er” — and oth­er forms of time dila­tion to “height­en the expe­ri­ence of impact.”

Like most action movies, Hard Tar­get offers a great many impacts: punch­es, kicks, improb­a­ble leaps, gun­shots, and explo­sions aplen­ty. Under Woo’s direc­tion they feel even more plen­ti­ful than they are, giv­en that he “often repeats things two or three times so that the impact has an echo­ing effect.” Yet unlike in run-of-the mill exam­ples of the genre, we feel each and every one of those impacts, owing to such rel­a­tive­ly sub­tle edit­ing strate­gies as pre­sent­ing the fir­ing of a gun and the bul­let hit­ting its tar­get as “two dis­tinct moments.” (Sev­er­al such gun­shots, as Puschak shows us using delet­ed footage, were among the stu­dio-man­gled sequences.) “This is unlike any tra­di­tion­al films in the States,” Woo lat­er said of Hard Tar­get’s dis­ap­point­ing per­for­mance, “so the audi­ence didn’t under­stand what’s going on with these tech­niques.” More than a quar­ter-cen­tu­ry lat­er, West­ern audi­ences have more of a grasp of Woo’s cin­e­mat­ic lan­guage, but few oth­er film­mak­ers have come close to mas­ter­ing it.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Watch The Hire: 8 Short Films Shot for BMW by John Woo, Ang Lee & Oth­er Pop­u­lar Film­mak­ers (2002)

The Dark Knight: Anato­my of a Flawed Action Scene

Why Is Jack­ie Chan the King of Action Com­e­dy? A Video Essay Mas­ter­ful­ly Makes the Case

How Ser­gio Leone Made Music an Actor in His Spaghet­ti West­erns, Cre­at­ing a Per­fect Har­mo­ny of Sound & Image

How One Sim­ple Cut Reveals the Cin­e­mat­ic Genius of Yasu­jirō Ozu

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities, lan­guage, and cul­ture. His projects include the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les and the video series The City in Cin­e­ma. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall, on Face­book, or on Insta­gram.

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