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 Boston Phoenix film critics salute The Fly , King Creole , and The Conversation in The National Society of Film Critics latest tome.
By PETER KEOUGH  |  October 31, 2008

Every few years or so the National Society of Film Critics, which includes in its roster the Boston Phoenix critics Chris Fujiwara, Gerald Peary and Peter Keough, publishes a collection of its members’ writings on a particular theme. The latest, edited by David Sterritt and John Anderson, is titled The BList: The National Society of Film Critics on the Low-Budget Beauties, Genre-Bending Mavericks, and Cult Classics We Love (film critics are not noted for their brevity) and more or less focuses on that underappreciated and under-budgeted genre of films referred to as B movies. Coinciding with the book’s release, the Brattle Theatre has put together a five day series that starts with a panel discussion on November 5 and includes screenings of some of the films, such as The Fly (1958), Son of Kong (1933) and Pick-up on SouthStreet (1953), under consideration. To give you a head start on the topic here are some of the essays contributed by the above-mentioned Phoenix writers.

The Fly
Kurt Neumann, 1958
by Chris Fujiwara

Gerald Peary critques Elvis Presley's King Creole.

Why The Conversation is a B-list movie, Peter Keough explains.

Kurt Neumann’s The Fly succeeds by playing off the respectable against the outrageous, introducing the grotesque and the absurd within a carefully defined context of the familiar. Unlike David Cronenberg in his 1986 remake, Neumann steers The Fly away from tragedy and toward black comedy (which seems to have been what George Langelaan, the author of the short story on which the film is based, had in mind).

It’s appropriate that the film should feel distant and somewhat cold; that so many scenes should take place in sumptuous or banal domestic settings under bright and even lighting; that most of the compositions should be medium shots (their impersonality accentuated by Neumann’s rather doctrinaire use of CinemaScope). Everything in the film seems designed to convince us that its hero and heroine, scientist André Delambre (Al Hedison) and his devoted wife Hélène (Patricia Owens), are unremarkable and uninteresting, and that the world they live in is normal and boring. As a result, what happens to them seems all the more outrageous, unwarranted, and absurd--an assault on the values they stand for. André invents an apparatus that disintegrates objects, moves their atoms through space, and reintegrates them. Unfortunately, when he transports himself through the device, his atoms get mixed with those of a fly, with the result that he comes out with the fly’s head and one of its forelegs, while the fly gets his head and one of his arms. André destroys his machine, burns his notes, and persuades the horrified Hélène to crush his body in a hydraulic press.

To put over the outrageous central premise (and the dubiousness of the science used to justify it), Neumann and screenwriter James Clavell link André’s miracle to ordinary objects and themes. In the early scene in which he demonstrates his invention to his wife by disintegrating an ashtray, André explains the theory of matter transmission with an analogy. “Now take television. What happens? A stream of electrons, sound and picture impulses, are transmitted through wires or the air. The TV camera is the disintegrator. Your set unscrambles or integrates the electrons back into pictures and sound....This is the same principle, exactly.” Though Hélène instinctively realizes that matter transmission is different (“because it's impossible”), she finally accepts André’s explanation.

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