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(rants and observations on outsider culture, music & cinema in The Big Wet)
While I am very glad for the enthusiasm accompanying its long overdue restoration, truth is, The Devils is becoming one of those frustrating films for me, because (as with Blade Runner and Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid) I have now, in the name of keeping up, felt obliged to watch multiple versions of it, more times then I necessarily would have chosen to, en route to the "final" cut; I have seen at least five different edits of the film, over the years, which is at least three more than I really ever needed to see (especially given that I've seen some of those cuts two or three times in themselves). I have seen more directors' cuts replaced with "final" cuts than I have ever needed to, in general, and do not need this to be another such film.
Because it's actually not my favourite Ken Russell film! (Women in Love would be that, with The Devils placing third after Altered States). While I enjoy the spectacle, the craft, and the audacity of the film, the truth is that I do not find, maybe because it's so chaotic, that it is an easy film to emotionally or even thematically engage with. It's a film you WATCH, more than you feel (or think), a film that is so caught up in its excesses and its relentless spectacle that you lose sight of various ironies and nuances: like that Grandier is perfectly comfortable when he's at his most debauched, early in the film, and that his sufferings only really begin when he tries to redeem himself (if he'd just stayed debauched, all would have been fine!). Redemption and suffering go hand in hand, at least in the world of the film, but you're so overwhelmed by the orgying vomiting naked nuns that you don't necessarily take the film's themes in, at least not as deeply as you might want to. (I know there are admirers of the Huxley book who do not admire the Russell film, and presumably this is partially why).
Still, I was prepared, to give the film one big final theatrical screening, to see it properly restored. I anticipated feeling some relief, in fact: finally, there would be closure, a chance to just stop seeing the film every few years, to let the film, now restored to its proper state, go off into the world without further support or commentary, like, say, Clearcut or such: There, it's out! Our work (the work of the film's advocates and afficionados) is done, the cut is the cut, it's final, it's done, we're not going to CGI out the guns or upgrade the special effects or fix the greens (Sorcerer) or decide, "Wait, no, we made a mistake"-it. It's like a band on a farewell tour that never ends.
That relief is not forthcoming. The team behind the restoration mess it up in one key scene -- one of the two major restored segments, the so-called "R@pe of Christ". In the best of the two bootleg versions of the film that I have seen -- a blu ray that came out a few years ago with Spanish subtitles and all the missing material restored, and at the proper aspect ratio, unlike the DVD bootleg of even further back -- the R@pe of Christ plays out with only a couple of interruptions. There is a brief cut to the start of the "orgy"; we cut to a scene where Grandier -- Oliver Reed -- consecrates some bread in a private ritual. We go back to the nuns and the arrival of the King in disguise, preparing to play a prank with his alleged vial of Christ's blood. Around the time he breaks that out, there is a brief cut of Grandier pouring wine into a chalice, also for mass (the "real" blood of Christ as opposed to the King's empty case). But mostly, besides that one shot of the wine, we stay on the nun-stuff, which plays out in a long flowing sequence that (because it is not interrupted) builds to a pretty intense fever-pitch. It is bookended by Grandier, and has one brief cutaway to the chalice, and that's it. That's how, I believe, the film played in 2002, when Ken Russell was still alive and supervising the edit, which was also then described as a director's cut; because the two subsequently bootlegged versions of that film (presumably based on that cut), I believe both follow that exact trajectory (I haven't double-checked the DVD but I suspect my memory serves; I did check the even better Spanish blu).
That is not what we are seeing in theatres now. For some reason, the people behind this new edit decide to cut away more often. It reads like the Peckinpets edit of Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, which omits the "what you want and what you get" line: an infuriating bit of self-licensing to do what one will with a film in the name of the "director". It isn't the first such instance (the censoring of the breasts from Love Streams has also been defended by Criterion as representing the filmmaker's true will). No doubt they will say that Ken Russell wanted more cutaways. But if those excessive, choppy cuts, seemingly done to hammer home the parallels between virtue (Grandier's simple mass) and vice (the chicanery in the church), were what Russell "really" wanted, he surely would have shot material to cut away to. The team behind this restoration seems so intent on punctuating the orgy with shots of Oliver Reed they actually REPEAT the consecration and the breaking of bread. Exact shot, twice -- a sloppiness Russell would not have abided and which I don't believe IS in the cut of the film that originally screened some 24 years ago. It is distracting, unnecessary, and amateurish-looking, a sloppy little continuity error apparently edited INTO the film for this restoration, if I've watched closely enough, and which lessens the impact and flow of the orgy. We already know that a contrast is being established between his faithful ritual and the debauchery, thanks. We do not need to zip back and forth: the class was paying attention, so there is no need for teacher to read that sentence twice.
And I mean, you ALSO have an orgying horde of naked vomiting nuns you are distracting us all from. People who have seen this film dozens of times over the years (as have I) but who were not lucky enough to see the "previous" director's cut in some form or other have come to see the film FOR the naked orgying vomiting nuns. And the charred thighbone masturbation (note: if you haven't seen THAT scene, it is much tenderer than it sounds).
Addendum: there are suggestions over on the Criterion Forum, where the bread-breaking is mentioned, that the repetition of shots happens because Russell and Bradsell had to hurriedly splice material into an existing cut of the film, and elected to live with continuity errors, rather than rebuilding the whole scene; there seems also an implication (or so the AI seemed to indicate) that these errors are repeated in "homage" to the earlier film (this seems like a potential computer misparaphrase) Forgive me for not double-checking the 2002 (bootleg) DVD version as well, but I assure you, the whole R@pe of Christ plays out without these repeated shots on said Spanish blu ray; it has none of the clunkiness in those scenes, is perfectly edited, and is what you really kinda should have used.
We can only hope that these errors are addressed before any physical media release!
(...and by the way, the French DVD of Love Streams includes the nudity. There may be some inherent hypocrisy in what I've written here but whatever, the repeated shots are clumsy and shouldn't be in there, whoever's will they allegedly manifest or whichever circumstances they duplicate or...).
#nobody-cares_but_the_writer
See this film if you haven't, it's magnificent and this is one really SMALL but ANNOYED quibble, but, like, I am ready for the final cut here. The restoration looks great otherwise, sorry, guys. (But c'mon, get it right).
So that was a very successful show! We had a nice full-ish audience with lots of familiar faces (and a few unfamiliar ones), got on the news, had a fun group shot taken by Toni-Moore Ruck (though Erika is hidden behind Nick), paid back my advertising expenses and Nick's ferry fare, and raised $430 for the Community Bat Programs of BC. (I hope some of the bat facts presented in the video by Brynne Graham in the vid as well were of interest, as well; I also learned a bunch about bats from doing this). Cake was there for Adam Kates and Nick Venditti (Hüskee Düde). Everyone was very entertaining (and I do hope entertained) and though I was half-lost in just keeping things organized ("can we get plates for the cake?") and saying hellos to people, the high points were very high. These included:
Rowan Lipkovits' cover of Tom Lehrer's "An Irish Ballad" (which I didn't film, but here's the original; I did shoot a clip of Rowan doing Al Mader's "Dead Man's Pants", which I am glad of, because Al was at the bookstore Rowan mentions, doing his shift, so he couldn't be there). Rowan's Youtube channel is here and filled with delights; I love what he does, wish we'd see him do it more often! He also did two bat-centric Sesame Street songs, a small bit of the first of which is perfectly placed at the end of that news clip (can we get a "batty batty batty"?).
By the way, was the context for "Alabama Song" actually the rise of Nazism? Did I misunderstand that? I thought it was just a kinda downbeat drinkin' song!
We played Brynne's vid at that point -- see my interview with her here -- then Sister DJ and the Hired Hand (whose names are Jill and Quentin) took the stage for a brief but charming set, mostly of originals, including one actually about bats). I didn't like the one vid I shot, of their one-non original, and wish I had had my phone up for "Vegan Vampire", which was brilliant and hilarious (and is not on their bandcamp yet, alas). Apparently she is, in fact, a vegan, so I was very glad to have a vegan cake on hand, at request of my buddy Adam (whose request that I organize some sort of birthday thing for him was in fact crucial to motivating me to get the whole show happening). I doubt many people in the audience had seen Sister DJ before but she's a true enthusiast and should get more appreciation! She would also later join NO FUN onstage to add some wickedly enthusiastic harmonica to "Work Drink Bat Die", also with Dave Dedrick of the Sneaky Dragon Podcast).
Nick just being there was, I think, a special motivator for people to come out -- he was the person whose set times I was most asked about. He's had some issues that kept him off the stage for a long while, but he was in fine form, doing a four or five Dü tunes and a couple of originals, including one I shot, called "What Happened". It was meaningful to me that Erika got to see that set, because she's only seen Nick in other contexts (like ranting cynically at me about the incipient destruction of the world by an asteroid when we ran into him at a Coquitlam bus stop! He can get intense at such times), had never heard him play before (unless seeing him in Little Guitar Army counts; I don't think it does, as he was sorely under-used in that band).
Birthday boys Nick and Adam!
High points of Nick's set were seeing Adam, seated on the far side of the stage, mouthing the lyrics along with Nick to "Never Talking to You Again" (which I was also doing from where I was seated) and Nick's brother (Chris I believe) joining him, in lieu of an absent Brock Pytel (who had other commitments) to do a stellar cover of "Ice Cold Ice". (Didn't shoot that but I shot this when Brock did do this with Nick). I wasn't taking notes but he also did a "Makes No Sense at All" and at one point during that song, audience member Tony Lee leaned over an unused kit and gave a perfectly-timed drumroll, just hands on a floor tom, I think it was, where Grant Hart would have done it, which I think startled Nick a bit but was real fun. Tony also wisely took the mic to get everyone to sing the embarrassing birthday song (which I hadn't planned on doing, but I'm glad it was done, especially since I didn't have to; thanks for doing the heavy lifting, Tony!).
By the by, Nick will be part of this show, if you're on the island this weekend!
And speaking of people who I hadn't seen play in awhile, there was NO FUN. Of course, it is fun to get up onstage to "eep" and flap bats with David M. and Iggy (real name Haskell), but as with Nick, the fact of him performing to a fullish house, which we hadn't seen him do for awhile, was the real thrill of his set; I don't think I'd heard a few of these songs since the last time David played one of my events! "Work Drink Bat Die", with Sister DJ on harmonica, was real fun, with the hand gestures now corresponding to "eeps" (though I sat that one out; I didn't realize there were eeps in it!). (The original of "Work Drink Fuck Die", if anyone doesn't know it, is on this album, the cover artist of which was also present over in the merch corner, with some ARGH!! boxes and more). I also really enjoyed Danielle M.'s vocal on "Manic Monday" and shot video of the two closing songs, "Fall Like Us" (adapting "Be Like Us," which also appears on that album) and (I hope I've got this right) "The Ship Called the Anna Maria", a sea shanty complete with a singalong scroll prepared years ago by the late, great Paul Leahy. We're working on a NO FUN at Christmas event, which may indeed involve the Good King Wenceslas show. More deets to come!
Thanks to people who came out, people who performed, and (behind the scenes) to the Community Bat Programs of BC, CityNews (and whoever their unnamed bat expert was!). Also thanks to anyone who donated who was not there, to ARGH!! for coming out with some seasonally appropriate art, to Angela Bower for the fun and informative news report, to LanaLou's staff and to Lana herself, and to Alex Varty for helping me shorten-down my novel-length press release (!). And to Bob for the photos! We have already begun (sort of) planning next year's event...!
Also, thanks to everyone who I gifted "Release the Bats" shirts to by the late Vancouver artist Exu Nazares. He passed this year, only a few months after I interviewed him last. His absence is very much still felt by those close to him -- he was actually a pretty big personality, though not in the booming-egomaniac way that that term can denote; quiet, funny, smart, observant, and wholly unique. I will try to have a few of these shirts on hand for next year, or maybe even a new run of "If I Was a Bat" shirts, since people were asking about shirts.
And do note that when you walk the streets of Vancouver this season, remember, there did used to be bats flying around some of those streetlights. I haven't seen a bat this year, anywhere. If you still have bats, where you are, you might be able to help preserve their populations, which are in serious peril. There are a few organizations involved in bat preservation--the one I reached out to is here, and there's lots to be done. Like Ed Hurrell says at the beginning of that City News clip, do it for the bats!
See, I like bats. And I'm sad/ scared that they're endangered, and in further danger from White Nose Syndrome, which naturalist Brynne Graham and I discuss in this Straight piece. And yes, I co-wrote a song about hypothetically being a bat, and even once dreamed of flying in the night sky as a bat. Oh, and I organized the October 25th 1st Annual BC Bat Benefit, naturally, which I sure hope catches on!
But I'm no bat expert. There's tons I don't know about bats; I even had to look up on Youtube whether chiropetera was pronounces with a KAI or CHAI sound at the beginning (it's the former). I have at some point Googled "Are bats rodents?" (they are not). And Brynne told me during said interview many things I had never heard of before. And one of them, involving bat reproduction, kinda blows me away.
I asked her, for instance, what BC's bats are doing around this time of year. She explained that they spend much of August and September eating insects, in order to have energy reserves with which to survive their long hibernation. She also explained that they often mate around this time (though she left out some of that story, which David Attenborough does not, in this eyebrow-raising clip; often male bats, if they wake up for water, will help themselves sexually to hibernating female bats and implant their seed in several of them before going back to bed. (Below is a heat-sensitive image from the Attenborough clip of a male bat moving from hibernating female to hibernating female in a cave; they just sleep through it).
Before an egg is released, it must develop in a small ovarian space called a follicle. In most mammals the follicle development cannot be stopped without the egg dying. However, bats can delay this succesfully: the process is called delayed ovulation and the signal to release the egg is not given until winter is over. Of course the sperms are now wandering around aimlessly and would die except that bats can store sperms in the female by plugging each sperm head in a tiny depression in the lining cells of the uterus where it is nourished and protected until spring when the egg is released and fertilisation occurs. [Note: this is apparently the preferred method among microbat species].
To avoid having to store sperms for the winter, the female body can permit the fertilisation and early development of the embryo to the stage wehre it can make primitive placental cells. The early embryo, calleda blastocyst, is held loose in the uterus in the process of delayed implantation [the blastocyst implants in the uterine lining, that is; I at first though Brynne had meant a wandering sperm implants in an egg]. When food resources are available again in spring, implantation takes place and the pregnancy resumes growth.
Like, seriously, which of my readers knew any of that was biologically possible? I'd be the kid in class putting up my hand for question after question, here. Like, the bit about how "bats can store sperms in the female by plugging each sperm head in a tiny depression in the lining cells of the uterus": how is that, exactly, accomplished? Do the sperms somehow know which niches to plug their heads into? Do they have some sort of sensory organ to know where the niches are? Do they essentially also go into hibernation? What are the actual mechanisms at work here, and what are the advantages of doing it this way as opposed to, like most mammals, just getting it on in the spring? (Apparently something like 130 other species of animal practice a similar trick, including bears, armadillos, weasels, seals and kangaroos).
There is suddenly much more I want to learn about bats. I may pick up a book on Canadian ones! I also want to share another microbat photo, because it's so cute:
Interestingly, too, note that (some) bats perform oral sex, too, apparently, so sex isn't all just a matter of sleeping females and busy males.
How is there so much interesting stuff out there about bats that I didn't know? Did you realize that the world's smallest mammal (depending on how you measure them, of course) is in fact the bumblebee bat, AKA "Kitti's hog nosed bat?" David M. told me about those today, and I bet he didn't know anything about them before agreeing to do this concert, either. (He too had to look up the correct pronunciation of the word "chiroptera", he tells me.
I'll be doing "Close The Drapes" on Sunday. It's a Jimmy Hamelin song from 1976's Pretentious album, the last one we did before I got the 4-track and the first one on which Dan Vere played guitar on a bunch of songs. Jim wrote the song as a first-person complaint from Udo Kier's Count Dracula in "Blood For Dracula", as well as a tribute to The Count from "Sesame Street". As such, it is unique in the annals of popular music.
That won't be the only tribute to The Count tomorrow, I expect, either.
No advance tickets, just come to LanaLou's at 2pm.
This is the LONG VERSION of the BC Bat Benefit press release! A short version has also been sent out...