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Monday, April 11, 2022

Garfath Does Parties: falling down a silly anagram rabbithole with an American Werewolf, and emerging with an answer to a mystery

So a buddy of mine has a projection unit and screen, instead of a TV, and occasionally I go over to watch movies with him. Last night, we took in an old favourite of mine, An American Werewolf in London, which I have owned in VHS, on DVD, and on blu-ray, but never seen on 4K. In fact, I haven't seen it as large as it was last night, or as clear, since I saw it projected first run, when I was a young teenager, making my father take me to it in Vancouver (it was restricted, and in fact the only film, in my teen years, that I tried to get into when underage, back at the Starlight cinema in Maple Ridge. My argument that I had already seen it won me no sympathy at the door). 

It was great to see the film again - and great to see a hundred odd details I'd missed previously, from the blurry but very recognizable poster for Cassavetes' Gloria that my friend spotted in the subway scene...

...to shots of punk graffiti scrawled (often in the same handwriting,  suggesting it was deliberate set decoration, not just a coincidence) on both the walls of the underground and the phone booth that David calls home from - you see the name of the UK Subs more than once, and also can spot the Jam, the Sex Pistols, and others, none of which would have meant anything to me at all when I first saw the film at age 13 or so (I was 13 in 1981, the year of the film's release, and didn't learn about punk rock or hear the Sex Pistols until 1982; certainly I had no clue about the Jam or the UK Subs). 


The biggest mystery revealed is one I did not snap a pic of, but involves the glass on the far side of that phone booth. As we close in on it, we see the words "Garfath does parties." I am not the first blogger to speculate as to the significance of that phrase: Cinesthesiac calls it "one of the most mysterious pieces of background graffiti ever filmed... what the hell did that ever mean?" (That was the first link that came up when I Googled "Garfath does parties" - an article explicitly about An American Werewolf in London - so there's no other "Garfath does parties" out there; there's "She's in Parties" by Bauhaus but the film predates that album, so it seems conspicuously irrelevant). Indeed, Cinesthesiac, what could "Garfath does parties" ever mean?

The phrase is unusual enough that at first I thought it might be an anagram. (Note: this is actually a foolish rabbithole - there's a much easier explanation, which we will get to presently - but it will be more fun if you come down the hole with me first). Sometimes when you are doing anagrams, trying to rearrange the letters of a phrase into a new phrase, you can cheat; when no words suggest themselves, you can make up a name. Let's say you have a phrase like "paradise for the stag," for example (actually backformed out of "Garfath does parties," and not particularly meaningful, but it will serve the purpose here as a let's-pretend starting point). You look for the first word that jumps out at you - let's say you see "parties." (This leaves you with "ad for he stag"). "Parties" is a noun, so - if your aim is to produce a sentence, next you want to try for a verb; maybe "forget," as in, "forget parties," for example? You scratch it out on a piece of paper - it's a promising phrase - but it takes away a few too many letters; you are left with a mere "adhsa" to work with, which isn't much if you want another word or two.  

After a few minutes of rearranging "adhsa," you discover that you find nothing you like. ("Parties forget a dash?" Not very evocative, that), so you decide to scrap "forget" and look in the previous combination of letters ("ad for he stag") for a shorter verb than "forget," so you have more letters to play with in making your anagram. Aha, there's "does!" That's a good, simple verb. So you will now try to fill in the blank on "____ does parties."

I hope you are finding my breaking down the process of coming up with a good anagram interesting.

Sadly, once again, working with "___ does parties," you are stuck with an unworkable tangle of letters, "afrhtag," for the sentence's subject. "Fart-hag does parties?" Well, maybe, but what's a fart-hag? The phrase goes beyond the evocative and mysterious into vulgar obscurantist Dadaism or something. You guess that you could cheat by having a single un-worded letter sticking out - pardon my reference to a homophobic slur, but something like "Artf-g H does parties," say - but that also doesn't appeal - because it's a slur, and because of that wordless, meaningless H, which is a cheat. So we still don't have a good phrase.

 This is how we might arrive at the conclusion that it would be best if it were a name: Garfath! "Garfath" does parties. It's enigmatic, but it has a certain ring to it, and Garfath FEELS like it could be a name - maybe the night janitor at Hogwarts, or something? A minor orc, or dwarf warrior? Why not. 

Anyhow, thinking that Garfath might be exactly this - a name arrived at by working with the letters you are stuck with in the process of creating an anagram - I tried coming up with what MIGHT have been the original phrase, and had no luck. I spent about an hour on the bed with a notepad, patiently writing out "Garfath does parties" and crossing out each letter as I used it. I noticed that there's a "spaghetti" available, so tried that word, working with what was left: "Spaghetti rode as far?" "Safe spaghetti ardor?" "Road spaghetti fears?" Nah, none of those seem like phrases that John Landis might have wanted to code into the graffiti. "Grasp at fad theories?" Also not likely, though I did feel like I was grasping at a theory throughout. The best one I came up with was, "So I farted at grapes," but it doesn't mean much. "A short, rapid gorefest" works, too, but the film, concise and gory though it may be, is neither "rapid" nor a "gorefest."  I was stumped.

Then it hit me that maybe the problem was that I was Googling the whole phrase. The three words "Garfath does parties" may ONLY appear in popular culture in An American Werewolf in London, but - if Garfath is actually a real name, maybe there's information on it? 

And so I arrive at David Garfath, a camera operator on, yes, An American Werewolf in London, and Second-Unit Director on Landis' later film, Spies Like Us. I have no information about the specific nature of the teasing was - was Garfath available for hire at this point to film people's parties? Was that a thing back then? But that "most mysterious" piece of graffiti was apparently some in-joke in the film, the set decorator (or Landis himself?) playfully and obscurely referencing a cameraperson. 

Without that 4K projection, I would never have known any of this - and wouldn't have wasted a couple of hours down this silly rabbithole. But let me just say, dear reader, if at some point in the future you have arrived at this blogpost by your own Googling of "Garfath does parties," that a) you are welcome; b) I am pleased that you are also Googling the phrase - that people will still care enough about An American Werewolf in London, perhaps for years to come, that it would be something anyone Google, and that c) I deeply approve of your quests. Have fun. If you have MORE information than I about the specific kinds of parties that Garfath used to do, or can pass this on to John Landis, wherever he may be, to FULLY clarify this matter, I would be most obliged. 

See you next Wednesday.

Monday, July 10, 2023

An American Werewolf in London, Chuck Biscuits, and DOA

So I went to see An American Werewolf in London theatrically for the first time the other day since my Dad took me when I was 15. I do love this film. It screens again on Wednesday - a legitimate case of "see you next Wednesday," though I won't actually be there - and Thursday; the best way to keep track of what is playing at the VIFF Centre is with either the print copy of their program, or the PDF of it (they really should imitate the Cinematheque's vastly more user-friendly design for their website, which is a bit challenging). A few random observations about the film:

I am told by a source I trust (hi, Bev) that the phone booth in Picadilly Circus is not real, but a prop. Read the graffiti on it - it's almost all punk names, and the enigmatic phrase "Garfath Does Parties," discussed here. Apparently ace DOA drummer Chuck Biscuits was mildly obsessed with this movie, when Bev went with DOA to London around this time. And speaking of Chuck, his demos for War on 45 are all over side two of the 40th anniversary re-issue of that album, if you're curious. Apparently there are only 20 copies of the splatter vinyl available; I settled for the cherry red, of which there are 500. The demos on side B are a definite draw; the songs for the original EP is now on side A of the LP-length release, to accommodate the demo release, which also includes early versions of "Rent-a-Riot," "Race Riot," "No Way Out" and "No God No War." More info here, but I'm guessing the splatter is sold out!)


Oh, and the Repent! You Fucking Savages! Repent! art is on the back cover. I've wanted a 3XL t-shirt of this for awhile but will settle for an album cover.

But back to An American Werewolf. The thing that appeals to me most about this movie is how rich it is subtextually. The film, to my mind, is about a young man, ambivalent about adulthood and all that it implies - sexuality, authority, and his role in the world - being confronted by the "horrors" of the old world (the stuff in East Proctor is pure folk horror), to say nothing of the horrors of his own own animal nature. Like many young men, his closest alliance is with another man (which I've noted gives a very workable entry point for a queer reading of the film); his becoming a werewolf is paralleled to his budding sexual relationship with Nurse Price, and his lycanthropy no less a metaphor for newfound sexual self-confidence than it is for the protagonist of Ginger Snaps. It's a very funny, very sharp film, but so much is going on under its surface, probably on a level that the filmmaker himself has very little insight into, that I've always found it fascinating. I am not a huge fan of Landis, truth be known - I love this film, like Schlock, and really want to like Into the Night, which I return to every few years, though the last couple of times I've tried it, I've found its pacing not working so well. But I was so delighted by revisiting An American Werewolf in London that I actually broke out a blu of Three Amigos, thinking I would try something very different from him, but... no, thanks, not my thing at all.

An American Werewolf in London is a great film, though, and a real pleasure to see on the screen...  tho' amusingly, there was a glitch with the screening and the first few minutes played with no dialogue and no sheep bleating, only the sound of the wind on the moors. They fixed it soon enough, and re-started the film, but I was enjoying how much more somber a tone was set by the first few minutes if you lose the sheep. Who knew that sheep bleats would lighten the tone of scene so? 

Oh: watch the posters in the London subway scenes, and you'll see Cassavetes' Gloria and other fun film nods.  And speaking of posters, the Video Cat lounge on the second floor has some really cool ones (and a working DVD setup, if you want to watch one of the movies on hand).