Ken Tucker's review of "Howl" and Jon Hamm's appearance on Craig Ferguson remind me of this passage from Wislawa Szymborska's 1996 Nobel lecture:
It's not accidental that film biographies of great scientists and artists are produced in droves. The more ambitious directors seek to reproduce convincingly the creative process that led to important scientific discoveries or the emergence of a masterpiece . . . Films about painters can be spectacular, as they go about recreating every stage of a famous painting's evolution, from the first penciled line to the final brush-stroke. Music swells in films about composers: the first bars of the melody that rings in the musician's ears finally emerge as a mature work in symphonic form. Of course this is all quite naive and doesn't explain the strange mental state popularly known as inspiration, but at least there's something to look at and listen to.
But poets are the worst. Their work is hopelessly unphotogenic. Someone sits at a table or lies on a sofa while staring motionless at a wall or ceiling. Once in a while this person writes down seven lines only to cross out one of them fifteen minutes later, and then another hour passes, during which nothing happens ... Who could stand to watch this kind of thing?
-- sdh
Well, yeah, if you're trying to be realistic. All the more reason to film it in flashback, like noir, an interior monologue with lots of nudity and images of heroic behavior. Because that's what it's REALLY like.
Posted by: arthur rambo | September 28, 2010 at 09:22 PM
Naturally I agree with Rambo and wish he would furnish more details, but I also love the quote from Szymborska. In the 1970e I remember a great Firesign Theater sketch in which Thomas Hardy is about to begin a novel sitting at a desk in a big crowded arena with a play-by-play man describing the action.
Posted by: DL | October 03, 2010 at 01:39 PM