Another 4:30 movie week
that was cause for major celebrations in my home as a child was Planet of the Apes. We started watching these due to a fortunate
accidental purchase. I was trying to
decide between the two versions of G I
Joe Retaliation in the store. Per
usual in these shop online days, none of the sales people had any idea what the
different content or specifications were.
Upon seeing Rise of the Planet of
the Apes on the sale rack, I grabbed that instead.
I was overly impressed
for reasons to be seen in a later post. With a sequel on the way, I started
pushing to introduce my daughter to yet another fictional universe. My wife knowing, and enjoying this particular
fictional universe helped immeasurably with the convincing.
Many aspects of the way
we expect to experience motion pictures have changed over the years. The whole idea of “opening credits” beyond a
title and maybe one or two stars and the director is completely foreign to
modern movie watchers.
We came close to losing my
daughter before anything happened. She
kept herself interested with a near constant stream of complaints and smart
aleck remarks (that’s my girl) about a film that consisted solely of “glowing
things.”
The film finally caught
her attention somewhat when the characters showed up, though the fact that the
only woman died immediately upset her.
She’s not a fan of movies that have “no girls” in them.
What I found very
interesting was her view of Taylor’s constant monologues when he kept saying,
“There has to be something better” than man.
Instead of viewing it as a condemnation of the human race, she viewed it
as him being very optimistic. Aren’t
they cute before life bludgeons the idealism out of them?
The idea of having the
astronauts’ long walk let the audience experience their isolation worked a
little too well. My daughter started to seriously zone out again. The signs of plants, and the footprint put
there to be excessively visible on screen caught her attention again. Based on the print’s dramatic visibility, she
decided they were about to meet someone with exceptionally big feet.
Hey, you know what else
has drastically changed about movies over the years?
The rating system.
I expected Planet of the Apes to have way more
violence and bloodshed than a modern PG movie, never mind one with a G rating
like it has. I mean, Frozen was PG: the letters are basically
meaningless now. However, having only
seen the film on television for most of my life, I was ill prepared for the –
far greater than all the G movies we’ve watched together combined – number of
naked butts that were projected onto our high definition widescreen plasma
screen.
The living room was a
tad uncomfortable for a few scenes.
Nova showed up, and my
daughter said she was pretty…
Every single time she
appeared.
Can’t really argue with
that.
In fact it’s possible
that watching these films as a young boy imprinted me into becoming a Leela fan
in my teenage years.
She was fully
emotionally invested in the film once the apes showed up, and she found their
city to be jaw droppingly cool. She is
definitely far smarter and more observant than I was at her age. From early on, she pointed out that the
interactions on this planet were the exact reverse of how we humans treat
animals.
When I was ten, I just
rolled around on the floor making monkey noises when these movies were on.
Although I still do that
now…
It may be a male/female
thing instead of age intelligence.
Her two sided reactions
were a testament to the depth and realism of the characters and situations this
story created. Half the time, she was
calling the apes out for being “horrible” and “mean.” The other half, she
simply kept repeating, “THIS IS SO COOL!”
As the movie reached the
ending, her chief worry was only for Nova, as the only other “pretty” character
had died.
Aside: It went over her
head, but you just gotta laugh at every scene near the finish with Charlton
Heston extoling his own skills, and the general virtues, of holding a rifle.
We got to the ending.
Of course, Rod Serling’s
finale to Planet of the Apes is one
of, if not THE most famous shock twists in all of moviedom. It’s been referenced and spoofed countless
times. Rerelease posters and video
covers for the film have shown it. If I
hadn’t hit “play” fast enough upon loading the Blu-ray, the on screen menu
images would have spoiled it.
The Statue of Liberty
scene is iconic, impressed in the popular culture and known by every person
before when they sit down to watch the movie.
Unless,
say,
that person is ten years
old, and had no reason to make any cultural connections to it.
In that case, the power
of the remains of the destroyed symbol of hope can hit with a force that sends
emotional aftershocks through the living room for quite a while.
“WHAT!!!!”
“Why would someone blow
up the Statue of Liberty?”
Explaining that it was far
more than the statue that got blown up didn’t help matters.
“Whu? buh? THIS IS NOT A HAPPY ENDING!”
I think it was the only
time Heston said, “Damn” that her overly sensitized anti profanity instincts
didn’t kick in.
She immediately demanded
we needed to watch the other movies to get to a happy ending.
2 comments:
I always have my antennae raised during opening credits. A long sequence indicates narcissism above and beyond normal entertainers. A shortening trend would be welcome
Movies all used to have opening credits. Then as they got longer they moved to the end leading to the "list everyone" mentality we have today.
But the late 60's and 70's were the worst for extending the credits before the shift till after the film.
The 1978 superman takes forever to start
Thanx for reading.
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