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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Catching Some Rays

For my share of the Monster Movie Blogathon I've chosen
to honor a man whose movies (like Henry Hathaway's)
I loved even before I knew his name. By now everybody
knows his name (at least everybody who's likely to be
reading Cinedrome or a blogathon about 1950s monster
movies): Ray Harryhausen.

I knew about Ray Harryhausen myself at a pretty early
age -- before Hathaway, in fact -- thanks to the late great
Forrest J. Ackerman. Forry praised Harryhausen loud, long
and often in the pages of Famous Mosters of Filmland,
which I read religiously whenever I could find it. By the time  
The 3 Worlds of Gulliver (1960), Mysterious Island ('61)
and Jason and the Argonauts ('63) came out, oh yes indeed,
I knew who Ray Harryhausen was.

But when I saw The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms and
The 7th Voyage of Sinbad, I didn't. In those days they
were just two movies I loved; I never had any idea they
were made by the same guy. I picked these two for the
blogathon because they were important for me, but they
they were also important for Harryhausen himself: Beast
was the first feature where he got sole credit for the
special effects, while Sinbad was his first feature in color.

My brothers, our friends and I weren't the only kids of the 1950s (or, for that matter, the '60s, '70s and '80s) who were profoundly impressed by Ray Harryhausen's movies. Nowadays, when it sometimes seems as if fantasy, monster and alien movies are the only kind Hollywood (or anybody else) ever makes, there isn't a person working in any area of visual effects who doesn't revere Harryhausen's name -- who didn't grow up wanting to do the things and make the kinds of movies he did. Ray Harryhausen is probably one of the most influential filmmakers of the last sixty years, yet his pictures have almost always flown under history's radar. He's never even been nominated for an Academy Award -- although in 1991 he did get a special Oscar, the Gordon E. Sawyer award given to individuals "whose technological contributions have brought credit to the industry."

The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms (1953) was already a few years old by the time I saw it, at a Saturday kiddie matinee at the Stamm Theatre in Antioch, Calif. I don't remember exactly when that was, but I do know I saw it at least three or four times, all of them well before The 7th Voyage of Sinbad came to the same theater in early 1959. (I also know it was after I saw King Kong on its 1956 reissue, so that narrows things down a little.)

Consider this: what's the classic 1950s monster movie formula (non-extraterrestrial division)? Isn't it the creature unleashed by humanity's meddling with nature, usually in the form of unrestricted nuclear weapons testing? Men go settting off enormous bombs and before you can say Run for your lives! some gigantic this-or-that is stomping around putting us puny little creatures in our place, right? Well, The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms is the original, the "onlie begetter". I'd call it the granddaddy of them all -- except that its offspring began proliferating when it was barely a year old, too young to be a grandfather.

When I revisited the picture in prep for this post (the first time I'd seen it in at least 40 years), I was a little apprehensive about what I might find; it wouldn't be the first childhood favorite to decompose before my startled eyes, like a clumsy piece of taxidermy. I needn't have worried; Beast is as fresh and vigorous today as it was when I first saw it -- back when I would hardly have thought to use words like "fresh and vigorous" (I probably said something more along the lines of "keen" and "neat-o"). It's a lesson we can't relearn too often: the cliches don't pull you down when you invented them in the first place.

Beast was independently produced by B-movie specialist Jack Dietz, who had made his name cranking out East Side Kids programmers with Leo Gorcey and Huntz Hall on Poverty Row in the '40s. Ray Harryhausen says the negative cost was $200,000 -- neither lavish nor shoestring in those days, just a decent, respectable B budget. ("Today," Harryhausen says, "you can hardly buy a costume for $200,000.") Dietz stretched his budget by hiring Eugene Lourie to direct. The IMDb says Lourie also served as production designer, though on screen he's credited only as director. If Lourie did do double duty, it would make sense; the bulk of his career was as an art director, first in France, then in Hollywood (his last credit was Clint Eastwood's Broncho Billy). This would also explain how Dietz, between Lourie's design sense and the deft use of stock footage, managed to get an A-picture look on a B-picture budget.

The picture begins literally with a bang: an atomic test north of the Arctic Circle that frees the creature from suspended animation in the polar ice (audiences never tire of these stock shots of atomic explosions; they're as fascinating now as they were half a century ago). The first man to see the beast is one of the attending scientists (Ross Elliott, in the designated role of First Expendable Victim). The second witness is the other scientist, our hero Tom Nesbitt (Swiss actor Paul Hubschmid, under the anglicized name of Paul Christian), and the movie's first act follows Nesbitt's crusade to prove to the skeptics around him -- his military pal Col. Jack Evans (The Thing from Another World's Kenneth Tobey), paleontologist Dr. Thurgood Elson (Cecil Kellaway) and Elson's assistant Lee Hunter (Paula Raymond) -- that he saw what he saw. Meanwhile there are a number of unexplained occurences, including the sinking of a fishing boat whose sole survivor is dismissed as a deranged crackpot when he claims it was the work of a "sea serpent" (the sailor is played by John Ford regular Jack Pennick, his grotesque teeth either straightened or, more likely, replace by dentures).

Another of these occurences is the destruction of a lighthouse on the coast of Maine, an episode straight from the Ray Bradbury short story that (according to the credits) "suggested" Lou Morheim and Fred Freiberger's screenplay. And this is as good a place as any to discuss the movie's origins.

The story first appeared in the June 23, 1951 issue of the Saturday Evening Post as "The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms". It was later antholgized in Bradbury's collection The Golden Apples of the Sun, its title changed to "The Fog Horn", and it is by that name that it's been known ever since. My guess is that "The Fog Horn" was Bradbury's original title and that the Post editors gave it the other one; it sounds about like the magazine's style in those days. Since the movie's original working title was Monster from the Deep, I'm also guessing that Dietz first hired Harryhausen for the project, then came across Bradbury's story and decided to incorporate it, and to appropriate its title, as an afterthought. If so, then it must have been a pretty early afterthought, because the movie adopted not only the title...

...but, with modifications, the look of the monster itself, as you can see by comparing the frame from the movie above with this illustration from the magazine. In the movie the beast is identified as a "rhedosaurus", a species that does not exist in the annals of paleontology. It's fun to believe that the first two letters of the beast's name stand for the "RH" of Ray Harryhausen (Harryhausen denies it, but I think perhaps he doth protest too much).

And doesn't the title The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms have a great ring to it? Much better than Monster from the Deep. Scientifically, it's nonsense; a fathom is a measure of nautical depth, six feet -- or, at the rate of 20,000, 22.7 miles. The beast from 22.7 miles down, in an ocean (the Arctic) that never gets deeper than 3.4 miles? Even the deepest spot on earth, the Mariana Trench in the Pacific, is only 6.9 miles. But never mind, The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms sounds awe-inspiring, primeval, almost Shakespearean; kudos to that Saturday Evening Post editor for coming up with it. 



 The Beast's money scene is the monster's invasion of New York (not far, Kellaway's Dr. Elson tells us, from where the only rhedosaurus fossils have ever been found), and the Big Apple hasn't had it so bad since King Kong came to town. In fact, compared to the rhedosaurus, Kong's rampage looks comparatively benign: a quick shot of newspaper headlines tells us there are 180 known dead, 1,500 injured, and damages estimated at $300,000,000 (and that's in Eisenhower dollars; add a zero or two to get a current equivalent). "The worst disaster in New York's history!" shouts a radio newsman, as the National Guard is trucked into town, hospital emergency rooms are overwhelmed, and New Yorkers cower behind their doors, afraid even to look out the window.

 




This sequence includes a moment that nobody who
saw it in the 1950s has ever forgotten. An unbilled
Steve Mitchell, playing an NYPD patrolman, bravely
stands his ground, even advances on the beast, 
using nothing but his .38 caliber police revolver...

 ...only to be plucked screaming off his feet in the
monster's teeth and downed in one quick gulp.
It's a grisly death Harryhausen had practiced on
a classmate in one of his experimental films as a
teenager, and I'm sure Steven Spielberg had it in
mind 40 years later when he had that T-rex snatch
the cowering lawyer off the toilet in Jurassic Park.
But in Beast it's a moment of noble sacrifice (the
cop is not made to look reckless or foolish), and
our sad knowledge of September 11 makes it even
more poignant when viewed today.




As the rhedosaurus wreaks its havoc on Manhattan,
Harryhausen manages to fit in a nice little tribute to his
mentor Willis O'Brien. As the beast claws at this
building, ultimately reducing it to rubble (and annihilating
an unlucky group of extras in the alley beyond)...



...the shot mirrors this one from The Lost World
('25), in which O'Brien's brontosaurus deals out
the same fate to a building in London (albeit with
less explicit loss of life).


Ultimately, the rhedosaurus is cornered at Coney Island, wounded and enraged by a lucky shot earlier in the evening from a National Guard bazooka. Worse, the nuclear test that freed it from its icy tomb seems to have turned it into a carrier of some virulent radiation sickness; soldiers exposed to the manhole-size drops of blood falling from its wound have been keeling over without warning left and right. Tom Nesbitt announces that (for reasons the script doesn't slow down to explain) the only way to stop the creature is to shoot a radioactive isotope into its wound "and destroy all that diseased tissue." So Nesbitt and an Army marksman (an amazingly youthful Lee Van Cleef) don their haz-mat suits and ride to the top of the rollercoaster for a clear shot, and at last the monster's number is up.


But not without a fight. Before the monster's death throes have run their course, the rollercoaster becomes an inferno of flames (Nesbitt and the marksman make it safely to the ground), and the rhedosaurus gets a funeral pyre to match its gargantuan size. Harryhausen says that Eugene Lourie once accused him of having his monsters die "like a tenor in an opera", and that's what this one does:

Once The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms was in the can, Jack Dietz tucked it under his arm and went shopping for a distributor. Eventually, he sold it to Warner Bros. for (according to Harryhausen) about $450,000. That represents a very tidy profit over his original investment, but with a fly in the ointment: Harryhausen says the picture went on to make "millions" for Warners -- $5,000,000, as a matter of fact, at a time when that was real money; nearly twice as much, for example, as Bwana Devil, the surprise hit of '53 that kicked off the first short-lived 3-D craze. More, too, than other 3-D hits of the year, like Charge at Feather River, It Came from Outer Space and Kiss Me, Kate (not quite as much as House of Wax, though, but pretty close, and without the novelty of 3-D).

Warner Bros. profited from Beast in another way as well. Barely a year (in fact, 371 days) later, the studio released its own homemade variation: Them! Warners knew a good thing when they had it, and they stuck close to the formula. Once again, nuclear testing unleashed a horrible freak of nature (this time, giant mutant ants), a major city came under attack (Los Angeles), and a beloved old character actor was along to play the movie's senior scientist (Edmund Gwenn, in a role very much like Cecil Kellaway's in The Beast). Other animals, insects, arachnids, even humans, would stumble into the atomic oven and thunder out their warnings of Things Man Was Not Meant to Meddle In, and plenty of them are on view in this blogathon. The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms led the way, and proved there was gold in them thar radioactive hills.


After The Beast, Ray Harryhausen was on a roll:  It Came from Beneath the Sea, 20 Million Miles to Earth, Earth vs. the Flying Saucers. But in 1958 he, producer Charles Schneer and director Nathan Juran made a picture that represented an orders-of-magnitude leap forward on the keen-and-neat-o scale.

Partly because it was in georgeous, eye-popping Technicolor. But there was also the sheer volume of its visual effects. The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms runs an economical 79 minutes, and its effects shots add up to (surprisingly) only 7 minutes 5 seconds -- or 8.9 percent of the running time. The 7th Voyage of Sinbad runs 88 minutes, with 17 minutes 27 seconds of effects -- 19.8 percent. More monster-time, but more monsters, too; more, in fact, than all Harryhausen's previous pictures put together. The Beast, It Came from Beneath the Sea and 20 Million Miles to Earth each had a single animated creature. But Sinbad had more than you could shake a scimitar at.




This one, for example. It's the first beast we see,
not seven minutes in -- the collossal Cyclops,
encountered when Sinbad (Kerwin Mathews)
and his crew make an unscheduled stop at the
uncharted island of (appropriately) Colossa.

Sinbad has been blown off his course as he
sailed home to Bagdad after a diplomatic
mission to the Sultan of Chandra. There he
not only averted war between Bagdad and
Chandra, but wooed and won the hand of
Princess Parisa (Kathryn Grant), daughter
of the Sultan.

As Sinbad and his crew come ashore seeking
food and water, the Cyclops appears suddenly,
pursuing a man in a black gown who is calling
for help. This is the magician Sokurah (Torin
Thatcher), a crafty and devious man who, once
they are all safely back aboard the ship,
arouses Sinbad's suspicions.

Sokurah tries to bribe Sinbad to return at once
to Colossa, to retrieve a magic lamp that the
Cyclops has stolen from him. He appeals to
Sinbad's greed, telling him that the Cyclops is
a hoarder of treasure, not only Sokurah's lamp,
and that Sinbad and his crew can claim any
amount of the treasure as plunder -- once
Sokurah has his lamp back. But Sinbad's first
duty is to his Caliph, and to keep the Princess
safe from harm -- not only for the sake of his
love for her, but for the sake of peace between
Bagdad and Chandra.


In Bagdad, Sokurah performs wonders for the Caliph and the visiting Sultan of Chandra, including (briefly) joining the Princess's serving woman and a serpent into this amazing, sinuous creature before returning the servant (and presumably the snake) back to their original bodies. Sokurah attempts to wheedle the Caliph into fitting out an expedition to return him to Colossa, but the Caliph remains firm; his mind is not to be changed even by such clever tricks as these. Perhaps, Sokurah mutters ominously, an even greater demonstration of my powers is called for.

The next morning, Sokurah has done his work. Princess Parisa is discovered in her bedchamber, alive and well but shrunken to the size of a tiny doll. The Sultan, outraged and grieving, vows to reduce Bagdad to ashes to avenge this insult to his daughter. His hand is stayed only when Sinbad seeks out Sokurah and gets the sorcerer to admit that he can return the Princess to her normal size -- but only with a potion using the eggshell of the giant bird, the Roc, which is found (of course) only on Colossa. So the magician has at last extorted his expedition after all, to be led by Sinbad himself. But Sinbad fears -- knows -- that Sokurah can't be trusted, and that he will have to be kept a wary eye on.

The 7th Voyage of Sinbad was part of a movie vogue that was petering out by the time it went into production in 1957: the Arabian Nights adventure. The genre -- at least this incarnation of it -- had begun in 1940 with the phenomenal success of the marvelous, magical The Thief of Bagdad from Alexander Korda's London Films. It spurred a flood of similarly-themed adventures throughout the '40s -- most noticeably in a series of campy Technicolor romps from Universal starring Jon Hall and Maria Montez ("the King and Queen of Technicolor"), but cropping up in other unexpected places, like MGM's Kismet (1944) with Ronald Colman and Marlene Dietrich, and Warner Bros.' update of The Desert Song (1943), with Dennis Morgan as a burnoose-clad freedom fighter battling Nazis in war-torn Morocco. 

It was during this time that Ray Harryhausen first conceived the idea of a Sinbad adventure, and he drew a series of preliminary sketches of the kind of thing he had in mind. There had been Sinbad the Sailor in '47, but that was a conventional swashbuckler with Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and Maureen O'Hara; Fairbanks spoke of battling Rocs and Cyclops and dragons, but what the movie showed was far more mundane. Harryhausen's idea was to make a movie filled with the things Fairbanks's Sinbad only talked about. 

Unfortunately for him, in 1955, RKO Radio Pictures mogul Howard Hughes, while he was in the process of running his studio into the ground, produced Son of Sinbad with Dale Robertson, which rightly laid a Roc-sized egg at the box office. Wherever Harryhausen turned, the answer was the same: "sailor pictures" are dead, just look at what happened to Son of Sinbad

But producer Charles H. Schneer -- with whom Harryhausen had already made It Came from Beneath the Sea, Earth vs. the Flying Saucers and 20 Million Miles to Earth -- believed. He even wanted to shoot in color, about which Harryhausen was dubious. Harryhausen had just developed a process -- later dubbed Dynamation -- with which he could combine live action and special effects animation on the same strip of film negative without having to resort to costly and time-consuming matching of negatives in the lab (the animation alone was costly and time-consuming enough), and he wasn't sure it would work for color as well as for black-and-white. But Schneer had him shoot some tests to make sure, and they were on their way.

The picture was shot in Spain (another point on which Schneer and Harryhausen were pioneers; in the 1960s many Hollywood epics, and Sergio Leone's Italian spaghetti westerns, would also be shooting there), and Schneer was as resourceful with a budget as Jack Dietz had been. He even secured permission to shoot in the Alhambra in Granada, giving him and director Nathan Juran access to lavish sets at a fraction of the cost of building them. (Later crews were less respectful than Sinbad's, and now the Alhambra is off-limits to movie production.)


The 7th Voyage of Sinbad is a movie of endless wonders, thrills and delights. Time and again, Sinbad and his crew (and the tiny Parisa, helpless in her little doll's cabinet) have barely vanquished or escaped from one fantastic creature before they are set upon by another -- like this angry two-headed Roc, who takes exception to Sinbad plundering her eggs for the shell that will help restore the Princess...







...or the Cyclops again, preparing to barbecue Sinbad's friend Harufa (Afred Brown) for his dinner...






...or the fire-breathing dragon guarding Sokurah's underground castle, where Sinbad goes to rescue Parisa after Sokurah has betrayed them all and spirited the Princess away...




 ...or most awe-inspiring of all, the skeleton Sokurah brings to life and arms with sword and shield to duel Sinbad to the death. This scene was such a tour de force that Harryhausen couldn't resist outdoing it five years later in Jason and the Argonauts, when the hero and his friends battle a cadre of no fewer than seven deadly skeletons.

The Arabian Nights adventure came in in a blaze of glory with The Thief of Bagdad, and after years of diminishing returns it went out in a blaze of glory with The 7th Voyage of Sinbad. There would be other movies in the genre -- Harryhausen himself would make sequels, and pretty good ones, in 1973 and '77 -- but these two movies, each in its own distinct way, are the unassailable peaks of the form, never equalled, much less surpassed.

The secret to the success of both movies, of course, is that they aren't really "Arabian" at all. What they are, in fact, is Arabesque -- an elaborate fantasia on the mere idea of the tales of Scheherezade, decorated with the filigree of genies, evil wizards, fabulous monsters, dauntless heroes and pure, chaste maidens in mortal peril.

Oh, and let's say a word about that genie, Barani -- the
one in the magic lamp so desperately coveted by the wicked
Sokurah. He's played by 12-year-old Richard Eyer, one of the
most ubiquitous child actors of the 1950s, who had already
made his mark in such movies as Come Next Spring, The
Desperate Hours and Friendly Persuasion, and on countless
television series. His talent wasn't spectacular, but it was real,
and he brought a down-to-earth conviction to any role he played;
he was a real kid, not a show-off Hollywood brat. And even though
he was about as "Arabian" as a Fourth of July picnic, casting him in
The 7th Voyage of Sinbad was an act of sublime genius. Here, right
in the middle of all these monsters and wizards and princesses, was
a boy just like you or me -- only he could do magic! I've never seen
this commented on before, but I think Richard Eyer's presence is
crucial to the success of Sinbad, as much as Torin Thatcher's ability
to embody pure wickedness or Kerwin Mathews's uncanny way of
really seeing all the creatures that won't be tipped into the scene with
him until months after shooting has wrapped. Richard Eyer gives the 
kids in the audience -- like my brothers, our friends and me -- something
they can identify with and hold on to amid the wonders going on before
their wide and staring eyes. Richard Eyer had a very special place in my
heart after I saw The 7th Voyage of Sinbad.


18 comments:

Dave the Movie Guy said...

Hey Jim -

Nice post. I actually did a short review on "Beast" a while back, Harryhausen is the undisputed master of stop-motion. Great review ...

Dave

Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. said...

I said this in comments on another Harryhausen entry in the Blogathon and it bears repeating -- Ray is the man, and I'd knock over anyone to see one of his films rather than sit through a lot of the sterile and cold CGI stuff of today.

His effects in movies just fill me with absolute awe and wonderment; in Jason and the Argonauts (my all-time fave), there's that memorable scene with the guy being tortured by the Harpies and I've driven myself crazy trying to find the seams in that sequence that will show me how Harryhausen accomplished it.

I watched The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms the last time it was on TCM and you're absolutely right, Jim -- it still holds up beautifully. Outstanding and incisive piece, sir.

Grand Old Movies said...

Great post, beautifully written! Really appreciate all the background info you supplied - particularly w/the original magazine illustration of the Beast and the shot from the Lost World. It adds a richer texture to our appreciation of this film. And I can see the "Arabian Nights" connection you point out in 7TH VOYAGE - I wonder if the Blue Dancer in THE THIEF OF BAGHDAD could have influenced Harryhausen's snake woman?

I once read that the small daughter of the producer of THE BEAST saw the film and became upset with her father for killing off that "nice beast" - Harryhausen's greatness was how he could make his animated characters so real and personable to us; like the producer's daughter, I always find myself sympathizing with the Beast whenever I see this movie!

DorianTB said...

Jim, I loved your thoroughly entertaining, richly detailed double-feature of THE BEAST FROM 20,000 FATHOMS and THE 7th VOYAGE OF SINBAD! I first saw them on TV when I was a kid, and I've always wished I could have had an opportunity to see them in a real movie theater -- but hey, I'll take my Ray Harryhausen adventures when and where I can! :-) Your affection for these films comes across so well that even folks who haven't seen them would want to after reading your blog post!

Even with all the amazing and fearsome creatures and spectacles that Harryhausen and his crew created (such as the way THE BEAST... wreaked havoc on my hometown, NYC :-)), nice little moments shine through, too, like the gentle appeal of young Richard Eyer in ...SINBAD... You may be surprised at one of the F/X that spooked me most as a youngster: the scene where Princess Parisa is shrunken in her sleep by the evil Sokurah. For some reason, seeing her arm slowly shrinking until it disappears from view completely freaked me out back then! Boy, was I relieved when she got back to normal size! :-) Great post, Jim!

Jim Lane said...

Thanks, all, for your kind words -- not only about the post, but about two of my long-cherished childhood memories. GOM, I have no doubt that Harryhausen's snake woman in Sinbad was inspired by that many-armed statue in Thief of Bagdad.

And Dorian, thanks for your nod to the idea of seeing these movies first in a theater. That really did make a difference (I might add, so did seeing it with a thousand other kids who were just as enthralled as I was). I'll always be grateful that I first saw King Kong in a theater; on TV (especially TVs before, say, 1990) Kong looks more like just another chimpanzee.

Yvette said...

Jim, an absolutely top notch post. I enjoyed reading it very much and learning new things about two classic movies I haven't seen in ages. But your blog post brought them instantly back to mind.

I love all of Ray Harryhausen's work. In my heart though, I have a special fondness for Mighty Joe Young.

We celebrated Harryhausen's birthday on my blog a few weeks ago. Saved you a piece of cake. :)

Jim Lane said...

Welcome, Yvette, and thanks. Rain check on the cake?

Rachel said...

This was a beautiful tribute to Ray Harryhausen and his work. Has he had his own blogathon recently? He truly deserves one and much more besides.

Jim Lane said...

Thanks, Rachel, and welcome! A Harryhausen blogathon is a pretty good idea at that; I guess his 91st birthday, last June 29, would have been a good time for it, if it was going to happen. Anyhow, with tributes in this one to It Came from Beneath the Sea, 20 Million Miles to Earth and the two in my post, Harryhausen is practically a sub-theme (which, for a 'thon on '50s monster flicks, is only right).

And by the way, congratulation on your own blogathon piece on Night [or Curse] of the Demon. A truly terrifying movie, and you do it full justice. I urge my readers, if they haven't already, to check it out.

Nathanael Hood said...

Wow! Terrific entry! You really did your homework, didn't you? I love it when bloggers cover topics that they particularly love, and this is a fine example of why. Amazing work!

Jim Lane said...

I appreciate the compliment, Nathanael. Even more, I appreciate your hosting the blogathon that got me thinking (again) of these two classics from my childhood in the first place.

And by the way, I heard via e-mail from my uncle, who saw The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms first-run in 1953 at the same theater where I later caught it on a kiddie matinee. "Sorry I didn't take you along," he wrote. I told him no worries; considering the way I reacted when he took me to The War of the Worlds that same year, it's probably just as well. But that's another story...

Erin said...

As someone whose whole Harryhausen experience was loving Clash of the Titans as a kid in the 80s, I appreciate the history lesson here. Very nice.

Rick29 said...

Marvelous post! I have always loved all things Harryhausen (and also read FAMOUS MONSTERS...too bad Forry gave up on his museum plans). Your pics from BEAST and SEVENTH VOYAGE were fabulous. Still, my favorite Harryhausen remains JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS. It starts a little slow, but once the voyage begins, it's incredible.

Jim Lane said...

Well, Erin, I'd say you've got some catching up to look forward to; you won't regret it. I hope you have access to a good home theater; the bigger you can see Harryhausen's movies, the better. There's a fairly recent Blu-ray of 7th Voyage that'll pop your eyes right out of your head; I haven't seen it looking better since 1959 -- and maybe not even then.

Rick, you're not alone; Harryhausen himself thinks Jason is his best, and so did Charles Schneer. I'd put it second to Sinbad only because of the element of surprise; there's no recapturing the holy-cow-jeeminy-Christmas-willya-lookit-that! impact of The 7th Voyage on it's first run. Ya just hadda be there.

Apropos of Jason, when Harryhausen won his special Oscar, emcee Tom Hanks said, beaming: "Some people say Casablanca, some say Citizen Kane -- I say Jason and the Argonauts is the greatest film ever made." Of course, Tom's a little younger than I am, and saw Jason at about the age I saw Sinbad.

DorianTB said...

Hey, Jim, just wanted to let you know that thanks to our friend and fellow blogger Yvette, you've been chosen as one of the recipients of the Liebster Blog, in which worthy bloggers get props from their peers! Congratulations, my friend! If you know five bloggers who you think need a little love, tell them you think they're the awesome, and link back to the blog which gave you the award (in this case, Tales of the Easily Distracted :-)).

Got questions? Ask Yvette:

http://yvettecandraw.blogspot.com/

Jim Lane said...

Thank you, Dorian; I'm truly touched and heartened by this, especially now that I've looked into how the Liebster Blog Award works, and what it means to receive it from one of you blogo-peers. Linkback to follow on the main page, and with pleasure.

Kevin Deany said...

Back from vacation and catching up on some blog reading.

I loved your piece and think that Mr. Harryhausen is one of the cinema's greatest geniuses.

Somewhat ironic that Columbia is raking in the cash via VHS and DVD sales and re-issues of titles, when back he was making the movies for them he and producer Schneer were hard pressed to squeeze another dime from them.

Kinda like Columbia's treatment of the Three Stooges.

I'm glad you mentioned the Tom Hanks Academy Awards tribute, but I remember being put off by his demeanor at the Oscar ceremony. Hanks seemed rather condescending in his introductory remarks at the Oscar ceremony itself (though I can't remember what he said that led me to feel this way).

However, when I later saw the footage of his introduction to Ray at the actual Technical Oscars ceremony he seemed genuine and sincere in his words. But at the Oscar ceremony itself he seemed to be playing to the more sophisticated Oscar crowd.

At least that's how I remember it. I could be wrong. I know he is a huge "Jason and the Argonauts" fan.

Lee Riggs said...

"....it wouldn't be the first childhood favorite to decompose before my startled eyes, like a clumsy piece of taxidermy."

Jim, what a great and vivid line!

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