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February At The Cineforum

The Cineforum, 463 Bathurst Below College Across From The Beer Store. 416-603-6643.

Saturday, February 4, 11, 18, 25.

5pm: JANE JACOBS: URBAN WISDOM (2003) Don Alexander.

http://affr.nl/films/jane_jacobs_urban_wisdom.html

7pm: KEY 56 (2011) Alexandre Hamel.  Winner of The Linda Lee Tracy Awards Hot Docs Film Festival 2011.

http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=3274

8pm: Fritz Lang: METROPOLIS (1926) Presented with a film score created by Reg Hartt.

Sunday, February 5, 12, 19, 26.

12:30 pm: THE RING OF THE NIBELUNGS (1924) Fritz Lang.

7pm: WHAT I LEARNED FROM LSD (2011) Reg Hartt.

Thursday, February 2

7pm: GALAPAGOS (1999) Al Giddings.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0163639/  http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/184354/Galapagos/overview

8pm: DIAL M FOR MURDER (1954) Alfred Hitchcock.   http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0046912/  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dial_M_for_Murder

Tuesday, February 7,

7pm: THE GOLEM: HOW HE CAME TO BE (1920) Paul Wegener.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Golem:_How_He_Came_into_the_World

9pm: THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE (1948) John Huston. Humphrey Bogart.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Treasure_of_the_Sierra_Madre_%28film%29

Wednesday, February 8

7pm: STAGECOACH (1939) John Ford. John Wayne.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stagecoach_%281939_film%29

9pm: THE SEARCHERS (1956) John Ford. John Wayne.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Searchers_%28film%29

Thursday, February 9

7pm: GRAND CANYON ADVENTURE: RIVER AT RISK (2008) Greg MacGillivray.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0858497/  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Canyon_Adventure:_River_at_Risk

8pm: TAZA, SON OF COCHISE (1954) Douglas Sirk. Rock Hudson.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taza,_Son_of_Cochise

Tuesday, February 14,

7pm: WHITE HEAT (1949) Raoul Walsh. James Cagney.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Heat

9pm: MA MERE (2004) Christopher Honore. Isabelle Hupert, Louis Garrel.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma_M%C3%A8re

Wednesday, February 15

7pm: CHEYENNE AUTUMN (1964) John Ford.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheyenne_Autumn

Thursday, February 16

7pm: DOLPHINS AND WHALES 3D: TRIBES OF THE OCEAN (2008) Jean-Michel Cousteau.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0996382/  http://www.dolphinsandwhales3d.com/

8pm: KISS ME KATE (1953) George Sidney. Kathryn Grayson, Howard Keel.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss_Me_Kate_%28film%29  http://www.filmforum.org/films/classic3d.html

Tuesday, February 21,

7pm: HELL’S HINGES (1916) Charles Swickard. William S. Hart.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell%27s_Hinges

9pm: Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom (1975) Pasolini.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sal%C3%B2,_or_the_120_Days_of_Sodom

 

 

 

 

7pm Saturday, February 4, 11, 18: Alexandre Hamel’s KEY 56 Documentaries                                                                                                                   The Cineforum, 463 Bathurst Below College Across From The Beer Store. 416-603-6643.

Alexandre Hamel’s KEY 56 Documentaries Made at Canada’s Oldest Psychiatric Hospital.

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When Alexandre Hamel won a two-week filming contract at the Louise-H. Lafontaine Hospital (The oldest psychiatric hospital in Canada), he did so by proposing an honest, simple and slightly disturbing look at how people are treated for mental illness. With the consent of the hospital and the people he was filming, he continued to shoot and edit independently for almost six months after his contract expired.

The result is an extraordinary series of short films, Clè 56, named for the master key Hamel was given to enter the locked wards of the hospital.

The trusting relationships Hamel developed allowed him to intimately explore and present patients’ lives in a compassionate and illuminating way that aims to dispel the stigma of mental illness and demystify treatments.

Alexandre Hamel arrived at The Cineforum in Toronto just before Christmas 2003.

“You look like Walt Disney’s PINOCCHIO,” I said as he walked in.

“I am playing the tail end of the whale in Disney on Ice,” he replied.

I invited him to spend Christmas with us.

“Can I live here when the tour ends,” he asked.

“Of course.”

While here Alex looked at many of the greatest and most important films ever made. He read the books. He took his own camera out and made movies which we showed here.

 

Posted by Alexandre Hamel on 04/13/2010, 01:02 PM at: http://www.nowtoronto.com/news/story.cfm?content=174449

In 2003, I was on tour with “Disney On Ice”. I am a professional figure skater. I am from Montreal.

The tour stopped in Toronto. The first thing I remarked were those intriguing black and white small posters. I didn’t take the time to verify what was playing that night, I just rushed at 463 Bathurst to see what was happening.

I found the most interesting artistic community I saw through all my travels. I’ve been all around Canada and USA. I’ve seen the underground tango halls of Buenos Aires, posh galleries and artist squats in Paris and London. Nothing beats the Cineforum.

It inspired me to break free from the tradition of ice shows and figure skating. I now run my own ice show troop that recently toured in France, Switzerland and all around Quebec. My skating partners and I became the first skaters recognized as professional artists by the Canadian Council for the Arts. We even did a show in Toronto in last December.

Had I not  been inspired by the Cineforum and Reg Hartt, I’d still be making a crappy little salary as a sparkle-wearing show boy in “Disney On Ice.”

So now, I visit TO at least once a year, just to spend a few days at the Cineforum. My Montreal friends laugh at me for wasting time in such a boring city. Normally, people from Toronto come in Montreal for fun, not the inverse…

But a few days at the Cineforum is definitely worth the airplane tickets or the 7 hours in a Greyhound bus.

http://www.goldenskate.com/articles/2003/031404.shtml

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kH3du4vVBc

 

 

I’d rather be in Hell.

 

A letter to Robert Fulford prompted by his piece in today’s NATIONAL POST:

http://www.nationalpost.com/opinion/columnists/Carving+Nietzsche/6041025/story.html

 

Bob,

 

The problem with THE BIBLE as we know it “lies” with the translation.

 

When Moses asks the Burning Bush for a name we commonly believe the name he received is Jehovah or Yahweh  depending on which twig of the tree we find our self.

 

The translators of the KING JAMES (and all subsequent versions opted not to use the English equivalent of names).

 

The name Moses is given in The King James is “I AM THAT I AM.”

 

Of course, each of us is that.

 

The name “ISRAEL” means “to wrestle with God.”

 

“To wrestle with God” means to wrestle with God.

 

To most the name Israel does not mean that.

 

As a result we lose the awareness that we are here to fight with God.

 

When I ran my programs at the Bathurst Street United Church I met Stuart Cole who was the minister in charge.

 

From him I learned that the full name given to Moses was, “I AM WHAT I AM BECOMING.” Today that is most often rendered, “I WILL BE WHAT I WILL BE,” which is not the same thing.

 

Of course, each of us is what we are becoming as the acorn is the oak tree.

 

Chaplin also found strength in Ralph Waldo Emerson. In MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY Chaplin wrote that as a young man he thought the doors that were open to the rich were closed to him, “But then I read Emerson’s essay ON SELF RELIANCE. It was as if I was handed a golden birthright.”

 

As a result I read ON SELF RELIANCE.

 

I have passed it on to many others.

 

The part that put the fire into me, as I am sure it did Chaplin, is when Emerson as a young man in his teens says to a learned father of the church, “What have I got to do with the holy word if I live entirely from within.”

 

“But those ideas could be from below, from the other,” replies the churchman.

 

It seems to me they are not,” replies Emerson adding, “But if I am the Devil’s child let me live then as one wholly from the Devil.”

 

God, that is balls.

 

In other words, “To thine own self be true.”

 

The word “gospel” literally means “good news.”

 

Good news always means good news but the word “gospel” today means something all together different. It does not matter if the intention of the translators was deliberate or not. What matters is the effect. The effect is confusion.

 

Nietzsche was obsessed with Cosima Wagner. Like all too many intellectuals he could not act on his desire. He chose the safer course of masturbation which always leads to frustration which always leads to madness.

 

(By accident on Sunday when I introduced the film of Herman Hesse’s STEPPENWOLF I said that the problem with the steppenwolf, Harry Haller, is that he can not embrace his sexual duality. When he is invited to join in a menage a trois with a woman and a musician who obviously finds him attractive he is repulsed. He does settle into am affair with a woman who looks enough like the musician to be his twin. When he later finds the woman he desires naked with the musician–who is also shown fully naked–he kills her not the musician. I had not thought of the battle with sexual duality until I expressed it. This is one of the main reasons I like doing introductions as when I do I leave myself open to ideas–I “babble”–which is what the word “prophesy” actually means.)

 

 

Warren Beatty was the most successful stud of his generation in Hollywood. Asked the secret of his amazing success with bedding women he replied, “I get my face slapped a lot.”

 

In other words he takes risks.

 

Last night I ran Fritz Lang’s DR. MABUSE. I hate the soundtracks that come with most dvds of silent films. They keep me from getting into the movie. From my observation they do the same to others. I showed the new Kino blu-rays of some Buster Keaton films to some young people who hated them. “What did you hate about them?” I asked. “The music,” they replied.

 

Well, the music on those things is abysmal.

 

I knew that Miles Davis had done the music for Louis Malle’s “ELEVATOR TO THE SCAFFOLD.” The producer of the film asked his son what he should do for music. The son said, “Miles Davis.”

 

Davis was flown to France. Asked if he wanted to see the film first Davis said, “No.”

 

He and his band created a damn fine score out of thin air.

 

I wondered what Davis would do to Fritz Lang.

 

Well, I found out.

 

Amazing difference.

 

Watching a great silent film with great music is a treat.

 

The bulk of the score is ambient. I made no effort to synchronize it to the action until the climax when I used a cut from BITCHES BREW that perfectly captured everything that was happening.

 

Just finished rescoring Lang’s NIBELUNGEN films. For the first one, SIEGFRIED, it is all Wagner (and all over Wagner). For the second film, KRIMHILD’S REVENGE it is Wagner plus Sibellius (Symphony # 2 and FINLANDIA) and Franz Lizst (Battle Of The Huns, Mazeppa).

 

The key is the music from TRISTRAM AND ISOLDE.

 

I would invite you over to see the result next Monday at January 30 at 7pm but the odds are you won’t accept the invitation.

 

When I had my last pair of dogs one was always beside while the other was a contrary.

 

I was walking them without leashes one fine spring Sunday along Harbord Street just east of Spadina.

 

I looked back to see the one behind me and no sign of the other.

 

Then I saw him across the road.

 

When he caught my eye on him he moved is body in an expression that said, “Shit.”

 

Then he grudgingly began to cross the road towards me.

 

At the same time I saw a car approaching from the distance. The driver saw my dog crossing the street and sped up.

 

My heart stopped.

 

I started to shout at my dog not to cross the street but then realized he thought I was angry with him.

 

I knew that if I shouted he was dead.

 

At once, without thinking, I dropped to one knee.

 

I put myself at his level.

 

“Good dog,” I said.

 

He changed from grudging to joyful.

 

He sped up just enough that the passing car grazed only the tip of his tail.

 

I learned a lot that day.

 

Unfortunately the world we live in has many people in it like the driver of that car. When they see their chance to kill they step on the peddle.

 

That day I robbed the murderer. Since that day I have robbed a great many murderers.

 

According to the vision of Pope Leo XIII Satan boasted to God that he could destroy the church.

 

After celebrating Mass in the Vatican the Pope was talking with his cardinals when he suddenly fell to the floor. A doctor was called for. No pulse was detected. He was thought dead. Suddenly he awoke. “What a horrible picture I just saw,” he said.

“I can destroy your church,” boasted Satan.

God replied, “You can? Then go ahead and do so.”

“To do so, I need more time and more power,” said Satan.

“How much time? How much power?” said God.

“75 to 100 years, and a greater power over those who will give themselves over to my service,”said Satan.

 

“You have the time, you will have the power. Do with them what you will,” said God.

 

Dismiss that if you will. Nonetheless in the last 100 years the church has been attacked as it never had been attacked before.

 

Now I am a bit different regarding prophesy than most folks.

 

In my late teens in a bar I was told by a man who said he was psychic that I was going to spend my 35th birthday in psychiatric hospital after losing someone very close to me. I laughed.

 

I celebrated my 35th birthday in McMaster Psychiatric Hospital where my family had placed me against my will (I did everything I could to make this prediction not come true) following the death of my brother Michael whose body had been found in a baseball park.

 

The moment I realized he was dead I was sitting in my sister Kathy’s house in Hamilton. I had shut down for the summer in Toronto. I had all my gear stored in her basement. In the fall I had two options to follow through on. It had been an exhausting year.

 

We were watching a movie on TV.

 

As the main character put a rifle into his mouth the phone rang.

 

My sister answered it.

 

“Something terrible has happened to our brother,” she said as the man on TV blew his brains out.

 

On the day of my 35th birthday as I was cutting the cake she had just brought in the doctor in charge asked me, “Do you know what is wrong with you?”

 

“Nothing. I am on time and on schedule,” I replied.

 

You are on time and on schedule as well.

 

In fact, the whole world is.

 

We are heading for a mammoth conflagration that is going to bring down the work of the last two thousand years.

 

The events happening right now in Iran are of such intensity that either Iran, backed against a wall, is going to collapse or do what every animal backed into a corner does.

 

As well the solar radiation from the sun is going to be an an intensity this year that it has never been at before.

 

Am I alarmed?

 

No.

 

What will be will be as the song goes.

 

Andre Gide said, “Everything that needs to be said has been said but there is no harm in saying it again as no one listens.”

 

It takes more courage to believe in our self than it does to believe in God.

 

Some of us are born with that courage.

 

It is my belief that you were born with it.

 

Most of us seem not to have it.

 

Most of us trust if not in God than in systems (which are infinitely worse).

 

I am with the hero of the The Mahabharata.

 

Climbing the holy mountain towards heaven with his brothers and their common wife he sees each of them die. He is joined by an old dog clearly on his last legs barely able to walk. The dog has sores on his body. Drool drips from his mouth.

 

He arrives at Heaven’s Gate where he is told, “Dogs are not allowed in Heaven. You can’t bring that dog in here.”

 

“Then I will not come in as I am not about to turn my back on anything, no matter how small, that has placed its trust in me,” he says turning away.

 

“Okay, bring the dog in,” he is told.

 

Only such a man deserves to enter Heaven.

 

Once inside he sees not his friends but his enemies.

 

“Where are my friends?” he asks.

 

“In Hell,” he is told.

 

“Then send me there as I would rather be in hell with my friends than in Heaven with my enemies,” he says.

 

Me, too.

 

Given the choice of spending eternity in Heaven with Michael Coren, Raymond De Souza, Oral Roberts, The Pope  and the gang or in Hell with you I will pick Hell every time.

 

There is a reason why Hell is hot. It is full of hot people.

 

God bless (the word “bless” comes from the French “blesser” which means “to bleed.” Hence God Bless means God wound you. It is our wounds which teach us–at least me.

 

As Emerson so beautifully put it, “If I am the Devil’s child let me then be one wholly from the Devil.”

 

–Best, Reg

 

P.S. The word “Taliban” means “student“. If the headline read instead of “WAR AGAINST THE TALIBAN” “WAR AGAINST STUDENTS” they would not carry the emotion weight they do.

 

The choice is deliberate. It is also propaganda (Information, esp. of a biased or misleading nature, used to promote or publicize a particular political cause or point of view).

 

The word “Taliban” carries for most of us an emotional weight the word “student” does not.

 

There is a reason these folks call we in the west the great Satan. The word “Satan” means “the adversary”. We in the West, under the guise of protecting freedom, have been the enemy of freedom everywhere. We are “The Great Satan.”

 

http://www.thestar.com/news/article/1118311–burman-why-there-will-be-a-war-in-the-middle-east-this-year?bn=1

 

http://fullcomment.nationalpost.com/2012/01/24/peter-goodspeed-if-sanctions-against-iran-fail-war-may-be-inevitable/

 

http://fullcomment.nationalpost.com/2012/01/23/jonathan-kay-the-campaign-to-isolate-iran-has-been-a-stunning-success/

 

http://solarstormwarning.com/

 

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/space/9035758/Solar-flares-Earth-hit-by-biggest-space-storm-in-almost-seven-years.html

Something New Under The Sun

SHUT UP AND SHOW THE FILM!

Some years ago one night when I presented Leni Riefenstahl’s film of Adolf Hitler’s 1934 Nuremberg rally, TRIUMPH OF THE WILL to a packed audience in the Grapevine Room of The Diamond Club (now The Phoenix) in Toronto I began by saying that Confucius when told someone was speaking very evilly of him said, “That is strange. I never helped that person.”

The room exploded with applause. Over the applause boomed one voice that shouted, “SHUT UP AND SHOW THE FILM!”

The voice belonged to Don_Cherry .

When I continued to speak he stormed out of the room. He went to the Diamond Club’s security demanding they stop me.

“It’s his room,” they replied.

He stormed out of the club.

Cherry pretty much sums up journalism not only in Canada but also around the world.

Last week I sent out an email about the city of Toronto’s new poster bylaws which now make it illegal to poster on telephone poles. The fine per poster amounts to almost $500.00. One club got hit with over $60,000.00 in fines.

You might think I am against this legislation. You’d be wrong. The late Jane_Jacobs called street postering the newspaper of the streets. It was a poster for a screening of Lon Chaney in the original 1925 film of THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME into my life in 1968 just after they had arrived in Toronto from New York. They came here to keep their sons from being killed in the Vietnam war. More Americans should have followed their example.

The Jacobs family became regulars at my presentations. Two years after we met I saw Mrs. Jacobs’ picture in a newspaper. When I read the article I found she had written a book many felt important if not one of the major books of our time, THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES. I read it. I re-read it. I re-re-re-re-read. I am still going back to it. I have all her books. She sent me a copy of her last book, DARK AGE AHEAD, when it was published. Not only have I read her books I have also given a lot of thought to what she had to say.

In 1980 I read for the first time the Sumerian EPIC OF GILGAMESH.  Alfred Hitchcock said our first film should be a silent film. I thought, “Why not make a silent film of the first recorded piece of literature.”

I began re-writing the story. I could not get beyond the first two chapters. For years I thought about it. One day a much older man who passed the day by playing flute music on the street asked, “Whatever happened to that GILGAMESH you were writing?”

“It’s on the back burner,” I said.

“Well, I was a translator before I retired. You were doing a good job. Why don’t you finish it?”

So I moved it to the front burner.

Through a series of synchronous events a wonderful young poet named Peter Sumadh entered my life. Peter brought in books by the truckload. Unlike most people who are into movies my primary love is literature. In one of the books Peter gave me to read the American poet Allen Ginsberg spoke of how he was blocked as a poet until one day he had a realization that opened the floodgates. “That will work,” I said to myself.

I asked Peter to take charge of the programs. By week’s end I had the thing written.

I sent it around to a number of people I know including Al_Aronowitz who wrote back, “It made me tingle;” Judith_Merril who said, “It’s a page turner;” John Herbert, who said, “It’s magical. Very, very powerful;” Tomson Highway.com/ who said, “It’s remarkable,” and many others including Jane Jacobs who sent me a note saying, “Gilgamesh is amazing. I really liked it.”

In fact the only negative response I got was from the then entertainment editor of The Toronto Star, Kathleen_Kenna  who said, “It is not really very good.”

“Jane Jacobs liked it,” I said.

“She’s an old woman,” replied Kenna.

At the end of the story Gilgamesh is robbed of the fruits of his labors by a serpent that comes out of a deep well.

Her remark made me think about how people who turn their back on what they do not want to hear say things like, “You are too young,” “You are too old,” “You do not have enough experience, “ You do not have an education,” etc..

I decided to re-write the end of the poem to take that into account. Gilgamesh returns from his journey filled with the wisdom that only having gone completely to the dark side of existence can give us. When he returns he tries to pass what he has learned on to his people. This threatens the established powers. They tell the people too much learning has made the great hero mad. In the end Gilgamesh is poisoned. A puppet is put in his place.

That pretty much sums up human history.

After I sent out the news about the change in poster bylaws I got one back from restaurant critic of Now Toronto newspaper, Steven Davey saying, “unsubscribe.”

I sent back a brief note. He replied, “zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

I sent another. Got another rude reply. Then I sent a brief story of the night a Tibetan Lama who had accompanied The Dalai Lama on his first journey across Canada had said to me, “This place is like a university. People can learn here.”

“Some do. Most don’t,” I replied.

“You are a Crazy-Wisdom-Yogin,” he told me.

“I hear crazy often enough. What does the rest of that mean?”

“It is the highest compliment I, as a Buddhist, can pay. It means you are living absolutely the life you are teaching.”

“I would not say that as I know how far below the mark I fall. But I am making the effort. Anything less would be hypocrisy,” I replied adding, “Would you care for a beer?”

Luckily he did and luckier I had a fridge full of them.

He was not Tibetan. He was Polish. His name was Jerzy Zaborski. He asked me to put a flame after his name to indicate his rank (which is pretty damned high if you know about these things). He was also an archaeologist, an Egyptologist and a Sumerologist. He had come out for my presentation on GILGAMESH. As a Sumerologist he came knowing more than most people. When he said, “This place is like a university. People can learn here.” It meant he had learned something.

As he spoke I realized I had read about him in an issue of SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN.

On the last day of his life The Buddha was invited to a feast given by his cousin. To those who went with him he said, “Of what is offered to me to eat and drink take nothing.”

Of course the Buddha ate and drank all he was offered all of which was laced with poison. For this reason it is said, “The lucky Buddha licks his lips when he sees poison coming.”

If we are any good at all each of us has a Judas who betrays us with a kiss.

We accept the kiss in the knowledge that hard as the price of that kiss is to bear when Judas throws down his thirty pieces of silver the price he will pay is far higher.

I first encountered the ideas of Tibetan Buddhism in THE THIRD EYE by Lobsang_Rampa , an English plumber who claimed to be the transmigrated vessel of a Tibetan lama. Critics of his book said, “For an English plumber he knows a lot about Buddhism.”

Rampa had a book full of exercises by which we could achieve out of body experiences and more. I was around 22 when I read his books. I tried out his exercises. They worked.

That same year, 1968, I also chanced upon the Wilhelm/Baynes edition of THE I CHING akirarabelais.com/i/i.html . As I studied it I fell in love with its ideas. I decided to live the life it teaches.

I have no problem with the people who say I am crazy. I knew beforehand that when we embrace the ideas I embraced we pay a penalty.

Consider the story of the widow’s mite. Jesus is in the temple in Jerusalem. He watches the wealthy pay their tithe of 10%. For them it is no problem. Then he sees a widow putting in her mite Lesson_of_the_widow%27s_mite .

“You of your all have given a little while she of her little has given her all,” says Jesus to the wealthy who, stung by his remark, cannot help but sneer at him and snarl.

She gave her all in the knowledge that her all was not enough.

So it is with us. It is only when we, like her, know that our all is not enough that the door of spiritual illumination can open for us (which, I may boldly say, it has for me).

“What do you know about Reg Hartt?” a twenty year old man new to my programs asked a fellow in a used book store up the street.

“He’s crazy,” the man said.

In ON LIBERTY  John Stuart Mill writes,  “The initiation of all wise or noble things comes and must come from individuals; generally at first from some one individual. The honor and glory of the average man is that he is capable of following that initiative; that he can respond  to wise and noble things: I am not countenancing the sort of ‘hero  worship’ which applauds the strong man of genius for forcibly seizing  on the government and making it do his bidding in spite of itself. All  he can claim is freedom to point the way. The power of compelling  others into it is not only inconsistent with the freedom and  development of the rest, but corrupting to the strong man himself. It does seem, however, that when the opinions of masses of merely average  men are everywhere become or becoming the dominant power, that the counterpoint and corrective to that tendency would be the more and  more pronounced individuality of those who stand on the higher eminences of thought. It is in these circumstances most especially,  that exceptional individuals, instead of being deterred, should be encouraged in acting differently from the mass. In other times there was no advantage in doing so, unless they acted not only differently but better. In this age, the mere example of non-conformity, the mere  refusal to bend the knee to custom, is itself a service. Precisely  because the tyranny of opinion is such as to make eccentricity a  reproach, it is desirable, in order to break through that tyranny, that people should be eccentric.

“Eccentricity has always abounded when and where strength of character has abounded; and the amount of eccentricity in a society has generally been proportional to the amount of genius, mental vigor and  moral courage it contained. That so few now dare to be eccentric marks  the chief danger of the time.”

Imagine if some person had come to Grandma_Moses or to Canada’s Maud_Lewis when they were children and said, “Oh wonderful! You are an artist! I want to help you. I am going to send you to art school.”

Their gift would have been murdered in the womb.

I watch in sorrow as gifted young men and women murder their genius by going to art school, film school, writing school.

Said Ellis Marsalis to his sons Branford, Delfeayo and Wynton, “Most teachers say you should go to school to get your degree to have  something to fall back on. Aside from being a huge lie, that also  creates a very high level of mediocrity, because nobody who really believes that is going to take the leap of faith required to be a serious artist. Stay out of school.”

I can post more but if one is not enough neither will one thousand be.

Here, however, are just a few of that thousand:

“Film students should stay as far away from film schools and film  teachers as possible. The only school for the cinema is the cinema.”- Bernardo Bertolucci.

“He who without the Muse’s madness in his soul comes knocking at the  door of poesy and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet, finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.”-Plato.

“It is, in fact, nothing short of a miracle that the modern methods of  instruction have not entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry; for this delicate little plant, aside from stimulation, stands mainly in need of freedom; without this it goes to wrack and ruin without  fail. It is a very great mistake to think that the enjoyment of seeing  and searching can be promoted by means of coercion and a sense of duty.”—Albert Einstein.

“My schooling not only failed to teach me what it professed to be teaching, but prevented me from being educated to an extent which  infuriates me when I think of all I might have learned at home by  myself.”–George Bernard Shaw.

“Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education.”–Bertrand Russell.

“School is an institution built on the axiom that learning is the result of teaching. And institutional wisdom continues to accept this axiom, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.”–Ivan Illich.

“We get three educations. The first is from our parents; the second is from our schoolmasters. The third is from life. The last makes liars of the first two.”–Montesquieu.

“I had wonderful teachers in the first and second grades who taught me everything I know. After that, I’m afraid, the teachers were nice, but they were dopes…I have a lack of ideology, and not because I have an animus against any particular ideology; it’s just that they don’t make sense to me…they get in the way of thinking. I don’t see what use they  are…University and uniformity, as ideals, have subtly influenced how  people thought about education, politics, economics, government, everything…We are misled by universities and other intellectual institutions to believe that there are separate fields of knowledge.  But it’s clear there are no separate fields of knowledge. It is a seamless web.”-Jane Jacobs.

A few years years back a young fellow walked into the Cineforum to see THE IZARD OF OZ screened to Pink Floyd’s music, THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.

“You look just like Walt Disney’s Pinocchio,” I said.

“I am in town playing the tail of the whale in DISNEY ON ICE,” said.

His name is Alexandre Hamel. You can read about him on the web here: http://www.goldenskate.com/tag/alexandre-hamel/ .

Alex spent Christmas here. When the tour left Toronto he asked if he could come and live here when it ended.

During that three months Alex read the books, watched great films, gave presentations and shot films.

He learned that he did not have to end his life, as many skaters do, touring in shows like DISNEY ON ICE. He created his own figure skating company, Le Patin Libre (lepatinlibre.com/) which is now touring the world.

Last spring THE HOT DOCS FESTIVAL hotdocs.ca/ flew him to Toronto to receive a special $5,000.00 prize for a series of short documentary films he had made for a psychiatric hospital in Montreal.

Next month, February, Alex’s troupe will be performing in Toronto. While in the city they will be crashing at The Cineforum. We are going to have a special meet and greet with them Feb 19th, 20th and 21st at 8pm.

Alex is just one of the many who came to the Cineforum to see a program and left having found a life.

In the WAY OF THE TAO (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laozi )Lao Tze writes:

When a sage of the highest order hears about the way he is keen to act in accordance with it.

When a sage of the middle order hears about the way he half believes and half doubts.

When a sage of the lowest order hears about the way he laughs loudly and says, “This is crazy.” If he does not laugh loudly and say, “This is crazy ,” it is not yet the true way.

That fellow in the used book store up the street is a sage of the lowest order. Of course, there are more people like him in the world than there are sages of the highest order.

Ignaz Semmelweis was in charge of the maternity ward in a teaching hospital in Vienna. At that time the number one killer of women was child birth. In the morning the surgeons would come in with their students, their hands bloody from the autopsies  they had performed on women who had died during the night.

Semmelweis, to their fury, made them wash their hands before inserting them into his living patients.

The death rate dropped dramatically.

One night eleven women in a row of twelve died. “You will now wash your hands as you go from woman to woman,” said Semmelweis.

The furious surgeons had him fired.

Semmelweis ended his days in a mad house driven mad by the callousness of his peers.

We live in a callow world.

That is no reason for us to be callow.

God knows we need more crazy people.

“Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself,” said Jean_Cocteau .

This month I am offering a spectacular program at The Cineforum. Consider this place your film school. Come see the films. Look them up on the web so you can learn more about them.

Don’t think you have to give me money each time you come. I want you to see as much as you can.

In the past young artists learned by studying and copying the masters who had come before them. Gradually, through copying, their own voice emerged.

Consider Jack Kerouac’s ON THE ROAD. The book not only breaks all the rules of writing school (it is a giant run on sentence) it dances on them.

Had Kerouac given his book to an English teacher he would have gotten a zero.

So many spend their lives in classrooms. They have an existence not a life. By the time they enter the world they are too old, too fat and too much in debt.

But they have a piece of paper that says they are qualified for a job.

Like Esau they traded their birth right for a bowl of porridge.

The Cineforum is small. It does not have to be big.

The number of men and women with the courage it takes to be unique is always small.

There is more than enough room for them here.

You won’t find Norman Wilner, the film writer for NOW, Peter Howell, the film writer for The Toronto Star, or any of the other people who write about movies in this city here. Wilner told me that when he began as an Intern for THE STAR they regularly threw the stuff I sent them into the trash. “You should not waste your money,” he said.

What you will find here are some of the brightest and most creative people in this city, in this country and from around the world. The world’s number one travel guide, THE LONELY PLANET, lists The Cineforum as number four of the top five places to see in Ontario. The University of Toronto student newspaper, THE STRAND, a while back listed The Cineforum as the number one place to bring a date in this city.

So get your girl friend or your boy friend (no one here cares if you are gay, straight or bi-sexual. Hell, really creative men and women have always been awesome lovers not clouded by gender or age or race), grab a bottle of wine and come to The Cineforum.

If you have some books or dvds or Blu-rays that need a home bring them here so that they can become a part of our resource library.

Steven Davey may have found me boring but on the wall here is posted a copy of a Christmas card I got from Academy Award winning animated cartoon director Chuck_Jones . On it is written, Dear Reg, Your thoughts are always close to my heart.”

We all have to bear with inferior people. Who are the inferior people? They are the ones who seem to think their shit don’t stink.

‘Nuff said.—Reg Hartt

P.S. It is time to film GILGAMESH as an animated silent film. I want it in the style of the very first animated films of the guy Walt Disney started out by copying, Paul Terry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Terry_%28cartoonist%  ).

Instead of calling it GILGAMESH I am calling it GILGAMOUSE. You can help just by coming. The money you give me will be put to work in creating the film. I want it animated from start to finish by one person. I want nothing on the screen that does not have to be there. Disney and Dreamworks this will not be.  This is going to be something new. You are invited to be a part of it. Pick up a copy of the epic poem (or the dvd of me reading it).

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HOW TELEVISION DIMS THE MIND

WHEN you are watching television and believe you are looking at pictures, you are actually looking at the phosphorescent glow of three hundred thousand tiny dots. There is no picture there.
These dots seem to be lit constantly, but in fact they are not. All the dots go off thirty times per second, creating what is called the flicker effect of television, which is similar to strobe or ordinary fluorescent light.

For many years conventional wisdom held that since this flickering happens at a rate beyond the so-called flicker-fusion rate of the human eye, we do not consciously note it, and we presumably are not affected by it. However, recent discoveries about the biological effects of very minor stimuli by W. Ross Adey and others, and the growing incidence of television epilepsy among those particularly sensitive to flicker, have shown that whether we consciously note the flicker or not, our bodies react to it.

A second factor is that even when the dots go “on,” not all of them are lit simultaneously. Which dots are on determines the picture. In a sense, the television screen is like a newspaper photograph or the images on a film, which are also comprised of dots, except that the television dots are lighted one at a time according to a scanning system that starts behind the screen. Proceeding along a line from the upper-right-hand portion of your screen across the top to the left, the scan lights some dots and skips others, depending upon the image to be conveyed. Then the scan goes down another line, starts at the right again and goes across to the left and so on.

What you perceive as a picture is actually an image that never exists in any given moment but rather is constructed over time. Your perception of it as an image depends upon your brain’s ability to gather in all the lit dots, collect the image they make on your retina in sequence, and form a picture. The picture itself, however, never existed. Unlike ordinary life, in which whatever you see actually exists outside you before you let it in through your eyes, a television image gains its existence only once you’ve put it together inside your head.

As you watch television you do not “see” any of this fancy construction work happening. It is taking place at a rate faster than the nerve pathways between your retina and the portion of your brain that “sees” can process them. You can only see things that happen within a range of speeds. This is because four million years of human evolution developed our eyes to process only that data which were concretely useful. Until this generation, there was no need to see anything that moved at electronic speed. Everything that we humans can actually do anything about moves slowly enough for us to see.

Even though you don’t see every dot go on and off in sequence, these events are happening. Your retina receives the light continuously and your brain cells record their reception. The only thing that doesn’t happen continuously is the translation of the energy into images inside your head. That happens only at about ten times per second. Television is sending its sequential images at thirty times per second.

A few years ago there was a big fuss about advertisers exploiting the differential in these rates. A technique called subliminal advertising places images within the dot-scan sequence at a speed which is faster than sight. You get hit with the ad, but you can’t process this fast enough, so you don’t know the ad is registering. Your seeing processes are plodding along at nonelectronic speed while the advertisers have access to electronic speed. Your brain gets the message, but your conscious mind doesn’t. According to those who have used the technique, it communicates well enough to affect sales.

For the entire four hours or more per day that the average person is watching television, the repetitive process of constructing images out of dots, following scans, and vibrating with the beats of the set and the exigencies of electronic rhythm goes on. It was this repetitive, nonstop requirement to reconstruct images that are consciously usable that caused McLuhan to call television “participatory,” another unfortunate choice of words. It suggests exactly the opposite of what is going on.

I wish he had said “overpowering.” The word “participatory” has been passed around at thousands of cocktail parties, misleading people to assume that if only they could have managed to get through McLuhan’s books, they’d have discovered that their innate feeling (anecdotal evidence) that the experience is passive and that it “deadens my mind” was somehow wrong. In fact, watching television is participatory only in the way the assembly line or a hypnotist’s blinking flashlight is. Eventually, the conscious mind gives up noting the process and merges with the experience. The body vibrates with the beat and the mind gives itself over, opening up to whatever imagery is offered.

Hypnosis

 

As the largest category of terms that people use to describe their television viewing relates to its hypnotic effect, I asked three prominent psychologists, famous partly for their work with hypnotism, if they could define the TV experience as hypnotic and, if so, what that meant.

I described to each the concrete details of what goes on between viewer and television set: dark room, eyes still, body quiet, looking at light that is flickering in various ways, sound contained to narrow ranges and so on.

Dr. Freda Morris said, “It sounds like you’re giving a course outline in hypnotic trance induction.”

Morris, who is a former professor of medical psychology at UCLA and author of several books on hypnosis, told me that inducing trances was really very easy. The main method is to keep the subject “quiet, still, cut down all diversions and outside focuses,” she said, and then to “create a new focus, keep their attention and at a certain point get them to follow your mind.

“There are a great variety of trance states. However, common to all is that the subject becomes inattentive to the environment, and yet very focused on a particular thing, like a bird watching a snake.”
“So you mean,” I said, “that the goal of the hypnotist is to create a totally clear channel, unencumbered by anything from the outside world, so that the patient can be sort of unified with the hypnotist?”

She agreed with this way of putting it, adding that hypnotism has power implications which she loathes. As a result she uses her first session with patients to teach them how to self-hypnotize, reducing her power over them. “I don’t use tricky signals to set them off anymore, or get them to look into my eyes. That encourages their giving power to me; however, I’m sorry to say that most doctors don’t encourage self- hypnosis. I guess they want the power.”
Dr. Ernest Hilgard, who directs Stanford University’s research program in hypnosis and is the author of the most widely used texts in the field, agreed that television could easily put people into a hypnotic state if they were ready for it.

He said that, in his opinion, the condition of sitting still in a dark room, passively looking at light over a period of time, would be the prime component in the induction. “Sitting quietly, with no sensory inputs aside from the screen, no orienting outside the television set is itself capable of getting people to set aside ordinary reality, allowing the substitution of some other reality that the set may offer. You can get so imaginatively involved that alternatives temporarily fade away.

“A hypnotist doesn’t have to be interesting. He can use an ordinary voice, and if the effect is to quiet the person, he can invite them into a situation where they can follow his words or actions and then release their imagination along the lines he suggests. Then they drift into hypnosis.”

Dr. Charles Tart, professor of psychology at the University of California at Davis, author of several best-selling books on altered states of consciousness, told me, “Hypnosis, is probably the closest metaphor as a state but I don’t know if I could equate it [with television watching]. Hypnosis is a state where you destabilize the ordinary state and then eventually get people into an altered state where they will follow a particular stimulus input much more strongly and with much less critical reflection than they would norma1ly; there is certainly a lot of comparability there.”
Tart explained that the way you induce any altered state of consciousness is by: disrupting the pattern of ordinary awareness, and then substituting a new patterning system to reassemble the disassembled pieces. He said this applied to any altered state of mind, from drug-induced alteration to Suli dancing or repetitive mantras, and, he said, it could also apply to television.

Morris said that since television images move more quickly than a viewer can react, one has to chase after them with the mind. This leaves no way of breaking the contact and therefore no way .o comment upon the information as it passes in. It stops the critical mind. She told me about an induction technique called “confusion,” which was developed by a pioneer in hypnotism, Dr. Milton Erickson. “You give the person so much to deal with that you don’t give him a chance to do anything on his own. It’s fast, continuous, requiring that he try to deal with one thing after another, switching around from focus to focus. The hypnotist might call the patient’s attention to any particular thing, it hardly matters what. Eventually, something like overload is reached, the patient shows signs of breaking and then the hypnotist comes in with some clear relief, some simple instruction, and the patient goes immediately into trance.”

The more I talked with these people, the more I realized how very obvious the process was. Every advertiser, for example, knows that before you can convince anyone of anything, you shatter their existing mental set and then restructure an awareness along lines which are useful to you. You do this with a few very simple techniques like fast-moving images, jumping among attention focuses, and switching moods. There’s nothing to it.

Morris described a formula she learned in medical school in which the hypnotist builds “attention, involvement, emotion and expectation,” which are at last relieved when the hypnotist’s instruction comes through. I then told her about a formula I learned in the Wharton School of Business which reduced to the easily memorizable AIDS. Attention. Interest. Desire. Sell. The first two are disassembling, the third is reassembling. The “sell” is tantamount to the hypnotist’s instruct ion. Repetition over time reinforces the instruction, like the hypnotist’s posthypnotic suggestion.

Jacques Ellul, in his classic book Propaganda, describes the process of influencing a large number of people at once by using virtually the same formula of dissociation and restructuring, especially through the media, which automatically confines reality to itself.

Some version of this same method appears in all power relationship where one person attempts to dominate the awareness of others. A preacher shatters your ordinary reality and then, ii the midst of dismay and confusion, substitutes another, previously organized system of perceptions. A political leader attempts to do the same. To the degree that the audience or congregation or patient is separated from prior connections or grounding, the task is made easier.

I have described how Werner Erhard systematically disassembles al connections to increase focus on his version of reality.

Reverend Moon requires all followers to give up every worldly connection and all possessions, turning them over to him. Then he replaces the “Moonie’s” life-style with a new one that consists of virtually nothing but repetitive sayings, repetitive games and repetitive foods until all of life assumes the condition of mantra. This clears the mind for Moon’s instructions, and if you have ever met a “Moonie,” the word “trance” is a mild way of describing his or her condition. People who have left the Moonfold invariably describe leaving as “waking up,” “breaking the power” and so on.
The hypnotic method can work not only in the intimacy of dark rooms with flashing lights where a voice is speaking soft instructions; it can operate wherever the ingredients are appropriate. It is simpler to hypnotize someone in a confined space where external reality is removed.

It is also simpler when the wider context is already disassembled, leaving the subject in confusion.

One explanation that I’ve heard for the Hitler phenomenon is that with the social and economic conditions in post-Weimar Germany so out of control, the singularity of his voice, amplified by radio and microphones and supported by the rising cheers at rallies under klieg lights turned upon forty-foot swastikas, itself became a nationwide resolution of disorder. A clear channel of clarity out of confusion. Reassembly out of disassembly.

One can draw parallels with the U.S. today. In a confusing society, with grounding lost and expectations sinking, we have the television itself as the guru-hypnotist-leader, opening a clear channel into surrogate clarity. Always constant. Whatever the changing images on the screen, there is always the light, flickering upon our retinas. Whatever the changing words, there is always the even tone. Whatever he says, the voice of Walter Cronkite remains constant, reassuring, unconcerned. Whatever the action, the gestalt continues, program after program, one program merging into the next, images following images, the wider world a distant shadow. There is no need to do more than follow the images, hear the voices, watch the cycle of realities building and then resolving, program after program.

But if I had hoped for some way of proving from my interviews that TV is hypnotic, I could not.

“About the only way you can tell if someone is hypnotized,” said Morris, “is if they can do some of the things hypnotized people do . . . if they get lost within the hypnotist’s imagery, then we say they’re hypnotized. There are no physiological measurements for it.”

I came away from these interviews realizing that hypnosis is nothing special. It happens in many of life’s experiences— from lullabies in the crib to theatrical productions to television. Hypnotism functions wherever circumstances produce that singular, clear channel of communication. To the degree that it exists with television, it is a one-way channel—the set speaking into the mind of the viewer.

Television Bypasses Consciousness

 

I do not think of myself as hypnotized while watching television.

I prefer another frequently used phrase. “When I put on the television, after a while there’s the feeling that images are just pouring into me and there’s nothing I’m able to do about them.”

This liquid quality of television imagery derives from the simple fact that television sets its own visual pace. One image is always evolving into the next, arriving in a stream of light and proceeding inward to the brain at its own electronic speed. The viewer has no way to slow the flow, except to turn off the set altogether. If you decide to watch television, then there’s no choice but to accept the stream of electronic images as it comes.

The first effect of this is to create a passive mental attitude. Since there is no way to stop the images, one merely gives over to them. More than this, one has to clear all channels of reception to allow them in more cleanly. Thinking only gets in the way.

There is a second difficulty. Television information seems to be received more in the unconscious than the conscious regions of the mind where it would be possible to think about it. I first felt this was true based on my own television viewing. I noticed how difficult it was to keep mentally alert while watching television. Even so the images kept flowing into me. I have since received many similar descriptions from correspondents.

One friend, Jack Edelson, described his feeling that “the images seem to pass right through me, they go way inside, past my consciousness into a deeper level of my mind, as if they were dreams.”

As we study how the TV images are formed, it is possible to understand how Edelson’s description might be keenly accurate.

I have described the way the retina collects impressions emanating from dots. The picture is formed only after it is well inside your brain. The image doesn’t exist in the world, and so cannot be observed as you would observe another person, or a car, or a fight. The images pass through your eyes in a dematerialized form, invisible. They are reconstituted only after they are already inside your head.

Perhaps this quality of nonexistence, at least in concrete worldly form, disqualifies this image information from being subject to conscious processes: thinking, discernment, analysis. You may think about the sound but not the images.

Television viewing may then qualify as a kind of wakeful dreaming, except that it’s a stranger’s dream, from a faraway place, though it plays against the screen of your mind.

The stillness required of the eyes while watching the small television screen is surely an important contributor to this feeling of being bypassed by the images as they proceed merrily into our unconscious minds. There are hundreds of studies to show that eye movement and thinking are directly connected. The act of seeking information with the eyes requires and also causes the seeker/viewer to be alert, active, not passively accepting whatever comes. There are corollary studies which show that when the eyes are not moving, but instead are staring zombielike, thinking is diminished.

Television images are not sought, they just arrive in a direct channel, all on their own, from cathode to brain. If indeed this means that television imagery does bypass thinking and discernment, then it would certainly be more difficult to make use of whatever information was delivered into your head that way. If you see a person standing in your living room, you can say, “There is a person; how do I feel about this?” If, however, the person is not perceived until she is constructed inside your unconscious mind, you’d have to bring the image up and out again, as it were, in order to think about it. The process is similar to the way we struggle to keep our dream images after waking.

If television images have any similarity to dream imagery, then this would surely help explain a growing confusion between the concrete and the imaginary. Television is becoming real to many people while their lives take on the quality of a dream. It would also help explain recent studies, quoted by Marie Winn and many others, that children are showing a decline in recallable memory and in the ability to learn in such a way that articulation and the written word are usable forms of expression. We may have entered an era when information is fed directly into the mass subconscious. If so, then television is every bit Huxley’s hypnopaedic machine and Tausk’s influencing machine.

Have you ever kept a journal or a diary? At various times in my life I have done both. Sometimes I’ve recorded dreams, sometimes waking experiences. I have found the process very educational.

The act of recording a dream or the events or feelings of the day is an act of transferring internal information from the unconscious mind, where it is stored, into the conscious mind, where you can think about it. In this way patterns can be seen, understanding developed, and perhaps personal change stimulated.

Whether or not you have kept a journal, I am sure you are aware of the difference between a dream which you are able to describe in words, and one that you can’t quite get at. In the former case, the more you talk, the more of it comes into your awareness. The talking seems to drag it up from the unconscious space where it seeks to return.

Once you have described a dream to a friend, or written it down in a journal, you have literally moved it out of one mental territory, where it was inaccessible, into another territory (consciousness), where it is accessible. At that point you can think about it.

The same is true with a review of the day’s activities. At the end of the day, most of us feel that the day has been a• blur of activity. If you review it, however, either out loud to a friend or in writing, the day takes on patterns that you would otherwise miss. The events become concrete, integrated with your conscious mind, available.

Entire cultures are based on this process of transferring information from the unconscious to the conscious mind. The most widely studied are the Senoi people of Malaysia, who begin each day by describing the details of their dreams to each other. The Balinese do this unconscious-conscious transfer process via shadow theater, in which people’s behavior is “played back” so it can be consciously noted and discussed. Other cultures talk a lot, describing the details of life’s intimate experiences all day long. Describing the details helps one “see” them and understand them.
In America, where people are less in the habit of intimate conversation, the feedback role has been given to therapists, particularly those who work with groups. The therapy is in the talking and in the response of group members bringing the unsaid into awareness.

In some ways, reading a book also has a feedback role because reading is a kind of interactive process, similar to conversation or writing in journals. Unlike images, words that you read do not pour into you. The reader, not the book, sets the pace. All people read at different speeds and rhythms. When you are reading you have the choice of rereading, stopping to think or underlining. All of these acts further conscious awareness of the material being read. You effectively create the information you wish to place in your conscious mind.

We have all had the experience of reading a paragraph only to realize that we had not absorbed any of it. This requires going over the paragraph a second time, deliberately giving it conscious effort. It is only with conscious effort and direct participation at one’s own speed that words gain any meaning to a reader.

Images require nothing of the sort. They only require that your eyes be open. The images enter you and are recorded in memory whether you think about them or not. They pour into you like fluid into a container. You are the container. The television is the pourer.

In the end, the viewer is little more than a vessel of reception, and television itself is less a communications or educational medium, as we have wished to think of it, than an instrument that plants images in the unconscious realms of the mind. We become affixed to the changing images, but as it is impossible to do anything about them as they enter us, we merely give ourselves over to them. It is total involvement on the one hand—complete immersion in the image stream— and total unconscious detachment on the other hand—no cognition, no discernment, no notations upon the experience one is having.

It is my hypothesis that these effects are unavoidable, given the nonstop nature of television imagery, the process of dot construction inside the head, and some outrageous technical trickery invented by advertisers that will be described later. However, in keeping with my intention to seek proof for my own observations, I decided to seek scientific evidence.

I talked with the three most widely published dream researchers in the country. I wanted to know how they might compare television imagery with dreams, or if television imagery itself might not qualify as a kind of dream. None had thought to investigate this, and each assured me that no one else had either, though it surely sounded to them like an interesting hypothesis. I suggested that they should get cracking.

Then I came across an astonishing study from Australia.

Television Is Sleep Teaching

 

In Chapter Eight I referred to a fascinating study of television completed in 1975 by a team of researchers headed by psychologists Merrelyn and Fred Emery at the Center for Continuing Education, Australian National University at Canberra. It caused a sensation in Australia but was barely noted in America.

The Emery report acknowledges, with a certain degree of rage, that its findings are not based on great amounts of evidence. The authors remark that it is tantamount to scandal that there has been so little research on the neurophysiology of television viewing.

Nonetheless, they were satisfied in the end that when we watch television, our usual processes of thinking and discernment are semifunctional at best. They conclude that while television appears to have the potential to provide useful information to viewers—and is celebrated for its educational function—the technology of television and the inherent nature of the viewing experience actually inhibit learning as we usually think of it. Very little cognitive, recallable, analyzable, thought-based learning takes place while watching TV.

The report says: “The evidence is that television not only destroys the capacity of the viewer to attend, it also, by taking over a complex of direct and indirect neural pathways, decreases vigilance—the general state of arousal which prepares the organism for action should its attention be drawn to specific stimulus.

“The individual therefore may be looking at the unexpected or interesting but cannot act upon it in such a way as to complete the purposeful processing gestalt.

“The continuous trance-like fixation of the TV viewer is then not attention but distraction—a form akin to daydreaming or time out.”

The report explains that since television information is taking place where the viewer is not, it cannot be acted upon. The viewer must deliberately inhibit the neural pathways between visual data and the autonomic nervous system, which stimulates movement and mental attention. To do otherwise than inhibit the process would be ridiculous. The viewer is left in a passive but also frustrated state.

The authors present a forty-page technical treatise summarizing relevant brain research to trace the effects on the mind of a “simple, constant, repetitive and ambiguous visual stimulus,” particularly upon the left side of the brain, the area where language, communicative abilities, cognitive thought— comprehension—are organized.
“The nature of the processes carried out in the left cortex and particularly area thirty-nine [the common integrative areal are those unique to human as opposed to other mammalian life. It is the centre of logic, logical human communication and analysis, integration of sensory components and memory, the basis of man’s conscious, purposeful, and time- free abilities and actions. It is the critical function of man that makes him distinctively human.”
The Emerys say that the evidence shows that human beings “habituate” to repetitive light-stimuli (flickering light, dot patterns, limited eye movement). If habituation occurs, then the brain has essentially decided that there is nothing of interest going on—at least nothing that anything can be done about—and virtually quits processing the information that goes in. In particular, they report, the left-brain “common integrative area” goes into a kind of holding pattern. “Viewing is at the conscious level of somnambulism,” they assert.

The right half of the brain, which deals with more subjective cognitive processes—dream images, fantasy, intuition— continues to receive the television images. But because the bridge between the right and left brains has been effectively shattered, all cross-processing, the making conscious of the unconscious data and bringing it into usability, is eliminated. The information goes in, but it cannot be easily recalled or thought about.

If the Emerys are correct, then their findings support the idea that television information enters unfiltered and whole, directly into the memory banks, but it is not available for conscious analysis, understanding or learning. It is sleep teaching.

All of this helps explain recent findings that children, after watching television, have difficulty recalling what they have just seen. Whatever “knowledge” they gain is the sort that passes through the conscious regions where it would be available for recall and use.

Television as sleep teaching would also help explain my own observations, from political work, that the more that public issues are confined to television, the less knowledgeable the public seems to be about them. The voter cannot process information he or she is apparently receiving. When Carter and Ford made their implicit agreement to avoid content and concentrate on style, they were right on the mark.

The Emerys report at length upon one study that measured brainwave activity during television viewing. It established that no matter what the program is, human brainwave activity enters a “characteristic” pattern. The response is to the medium, rather than to any of its content. Once the set goes on, the brain waves slow down until a preponderance of alpha and delta brain waves become the habitual pattern. The longer the set is on, the slower the brainwave activity.

The Emerys explain that slow, synchronous brainwave activity is ordinarily associated with “lack of eye movement, fixation, lack of definition, idleness, inactivity, overall body inertness.” They quote from A. R. Luria, who writes in The Psychophysiology of the Frontal Lobes: “No organized thought is possible in these phasic states and selective associations are replaced by non-selective association, deprived of their purposeful character.”

Alpha is the mental state most commonly associated with meditation, but before anyone equates meditation with television, it’s important to make a critical distinction. In the former, you produce your own material and in the latter it comes from outside; it is not internally generated. Dr. Freda Morris, the psychologist-hypnotist quoted earlier, told me that people who are good at meditation are among the most difficult to hypnotize. “They start going into hypnotic trance, but at a certain point they begin producing their own material and cannot be influenced by outside instruction unless they choose to be. They’ve got their own thing going.” She told me that she doubted that good meditators watch much television and added that meditation might be an excellent ability to develop in people who are bothered by television addiction. In fact, she said, television addiction might itself be symptomatic of an inability to produce one’s own mental imagery.

Herbert Krugman, a Florida researcher whose brainwave work the Emerys drew upon, compared brainwave activity while watching television with brainwave activity while reading magazines.

“It appears that the mode of response to television is very different from the responses to print . . . the basic electrical response of the brain is clearly to the medium and not to the content differences,” said Krugman. “The response to print may be fairly described as active . . . while the response to television may be fairly described as passive . . . television is not communication as we have known it. Our subject was trying to learn something from a print ad, but was passive about television. . . . Television is a communication medium that effortlessly transmits huge quantities of information not thought about at the time of exposure.” (My italics.)

I took the Krugman report and the Australian study to Dr. Erik Peper, a widely published researcher on electroencephalo graphic (brainwave) testing, formerly associated with MIT, currently a professor of Interdisciplinary Sciences at San Francisco State University.

It turned out that Peper had worked with Dr. Thomas Mulholland on a study similar to Krugman’s.

“Krugman’s statement is correct,” Peper told me. “You get a decrease in beta [fast waves] and an increase in slow activity with a large percentage of alpha.”

I asked Peper to explain the meaning of this.

“Alpha wave patterns, recorded over the occipital areas of the scalp, disappear at the moment when a person gives visual commands (focuses, accommodates, and verges), when he takes charge of the process of seeking information. Any orienting outward to the world increases your brainwave frequencies and blocks [halts] alpha wave activity. Alpha occurs when you don’t orient to. You can sit back and have pictures in your head, but you are in a totally passive condition and unaware of the world outside of your pictures. The right phrase for alpha is really ‘spaced-out.’ Not orienting. When a person focuses visually, or orients to anything, notices something outside himself, then she or he gets an immediate increase in faster wave activity and alpha will block [disappear]. Many meditators are in alpha but in meditation you are learning selfcontrol and how to call upon your own internal processes. There is no such discipline with television. You are not training your mind to control itself, which biofeedback, and also meditation, accomplish; television trains people only for being zombies. Instead of training active attention, television seems to suppress it.”

I asked Peper to describe the Mulholland experiment.

“As far as I know, this study is the only one that has been made, aside from Krugman’s. Ten kids were asked to watch their favorite television programs. Our assumption was that since these programs were their favorite shows, the kids would be involved in them and we’d find there’d be an oscillation between alpha slow-wave activity and beta. The prediction was that they would go back and forth. But they didn’t do that. They just sat back. They stayed almost all the time in alpha. This meant that while they were watching they were not reacting, not orienting, not focusing, just spaced-out.”

I told Peper about a study which showed that children who were watching television were far slower to react to an emergency than children who were doing something else.

“That’s predictable,” Peper said. “When they are watching television they’re being trained not to react.”

He then volunteered his own thoughts about television as an educational medium: “To really learn anything, you have to interact with the source of the data. With television you don’t really think. I know that speaking for myself, I can only really learn if I get engaged, as in the Socratic method of teaching. The best teaching is an interactive form. Some people learn best, for example, by writing notes because the notes are a feedback system.” (Like a journal or a diary.)

“Television watching is only receiving,” he went on, “no longer reacting. It can’t do anything but hold your attention; you are receiving, not looking. The key for why they’re in alpha is that when they’re watching they’re not looking at, not orienting. This is all by way of totally agreeing with Krugman. If you have a light which is not really being attended to, you can get an infinite amount of alpha. Perhaps it’s that the TV target is so far away, the screen so small that your eyes needn’t move; you’re looking at infinity, in a way, like looking at the hypnotist’s flashlight. If you look at moving targets, you have at least a little active interaction; that would tend to put you into beta. But with television though there seems to be movement, you stay all the time in alpha.”

I asked Peper if he agreed with Krugman that reading was a more active learning process. “Definitely,” he said. “Reading produces a much higher amount of beta activity. You would expect abnormality in anyone who produces alpha while reading. The horror of television,” he added, “is that the information goes in, but we don’t react to it. It goes right into our memory pool and perhaps we react to it later but we don’t know what we’re reacting to. When you watch television you are training yourself not to react and so later on, you’re doing things without knowing why you’re doing them or where they came from.”

Television Is Not Relaxing

If television puts our minds in a passive-receptive mode, if it inhibits thinking processes as the preceding remarks certainly suggest, can this be seen as positive? As mentioned in Chapter Eight, many of my correspondents seem to like what happens to them. People say “it relaxes my mind,” others use the term “spaced-out,” some call it “meditative.” The evidence that television produces alpha brain waves, commonly associated with meditation states, encourages the idea that something beneficial can result, especially for our mentally obsessed culture.

In many ways, we are a people isolated in our heads. Nature is absent. Our senses are deprived.

The business person lives in the mental world of offices: paper work and forward-focused, driven-thinking processes. The suburban person lives in predefined mental and physical movement patterns: freeways, mechanical kitchens, repetitive routines. The child sits in schools, fixed in chairs, focused on mental work, attempting to channel thoughts in a way that will help later in this world.

As the environment has been reconstructed into linear monolithic patterns, and as our days have been reconstructed to function within those patterns, our minds have had to adjust.

We drive them forward into obsessive work. We push our thoughts into line, marching with military precision, objectified, analytical, isolated from our senses, our feelings and any alternate patterns of mind. We need to do this. The creative free-roaming mind would help neither the child get through school nor the adult pay rent.
We have celebrated “the life of the mind,” but is this the mind we wanted?

When we speak of relaxing our minds nowadays, it is not as though we have been working them at anything like their capacity. If our minds are strained, it is from confinement within one pattern of thinking. Most of our mental capacities have gone fat and soft, or dead from atrophy. It may be that our minds are not tired from overwork, but underwork.

If you have ever done physical exercise on a regular basis, you know the result is not exhaustion, but stimulation. The more of it you do, the more you wish to do, and the more you can do. It is only after extraordinarily long effort that one becomes depleted and needs to rest. And then the relaxation is sweet.

In our culture, the chronically exhausted person is the one who sits all day, or the one whose physical work is chained to fixed patterns: assembly line, store counter, waiting on tables.

I believe it is the same with our minds. Confined to one mental process, they are exhausted by underuse and repetition. After a day of paper work, turned off in so many realms of experience, compulsive and obsessive in those that remain, we dearly seek to escape mentally.

Psychiatrists report that an increasing number of people these days complain they cannot quiet their minds. One cannot will the mind to cease its fixations and rumination. Even when, it comes to sleep or sex or play, experiences that require shifting out of focused thought, the mind continues to churn.

It is little wonder, therefore, that we have seen the sudden growth of Eastern religious disciplines, yogic practices, martial arts, diverse exercise regimens and many forms of meditation. They help relieve the agonies of uncalm minds pacing their narrow cages. They stop obsessive thinking and open alternative mental awareness. They allow for the reception of new experiences. They encourage yielding as opposed to always driving forward. They teach people to take in rather than put out.

While many people use these ancient disciplines to achieve freedom from the driving of their minds, most people do not, choosing drugs instead. Alcohol is good. Valium is better. Some sleeping potions work. And there’s television.

They all succeed. Drugs provide escape while passing for experience and relaxation. Television does as well.

All help break obsessive thinking, but this is where their similarity with meditation and other disciplines comes to an end.

I have quoted from Dr. Morris and Dr. Peper to the effect that in meditation one produces one’s own internally gene rated imagery. Both contrast meditation with television viewing in which the images are imposed.

This difference between internally generated and imposed imagery is at the heart of whether it is accurate to say that television relaxes the mind.

Relaxation implies renewal. One runs hard, then rests. While resting, the muscles first experience calm and then, as new oxygen enters them, renewal.

Similarly, one thinks and thinks, driving one’s mind forward. To relax the mind, one needs to cease thinking, to calm the mind. In Zen meditation, for example, something called “empty mind” is desirable because once achieved, renewal begins. When the mind is quiet, one produces one’s own new imagery, or experiences a new sense of one’s place in the world.

There are other forms of meditation, however, that are less interested in self-renewal and discovery. These are the forms imposed by the “right wing” of the religious disciplines, those with autocratic leadership: Erhard, Moon, Maharaj Ji, L. Ron Hubbard. These leaders are not interested in “empty mind,” but in minds which are empty only long enough to be refilled by them.

Whether you are doing Zen meditation or the specific mantras of Reverend Moon, your mind may go into alpha. But one condition is not similar to the other. With the latter, your mind is not renewed, it is occupied.

And so it is with television. When you are watching, absorbing techno-guru, your mind may be in alpha, but it is certainly not “empty mind.” Images are pouring into it. Your mind is not quiet or calm or empty. It may be nearer to dead, or zombie-ized. It is occupied. No renewal can come from this condition. For renewal, the mind would have to be at rest, or once rested, it would have to be seeking new kinds of stimulation, new exercise. Television offers neither rest nor stimulation.

Television inhibits your ability to think, but it does not lead to freedom of mind, relaxation or renewal. It leads to a more exhausted mind. You may have time out from prior obsessive thought patterns, but that’s as far as television goes. The mind is never empty, the mind is filled. What’s worse, it is filled with someone else’s obsessive thoughts and images.

In this way, television serves to continue the same channeled mental processes from which one is seeking relief. The mind is as weary after watching as before. No invention or creation can result, only sleep, if you are lucky, as with the aftermath of alcohol and Valium.

From: FOUR REASONS FOR THE ELIMINATION OF TELEVISION by Jerry Mander. I can not too highly recommend you get this book, read it, re-read it, re-re-read it and think long and hard about what he has to say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Depression Never Ended

 

As we slowly begin to understand that the American Dream was not merely a dream but a hoax, and that far from benefiting economic democracy, it produced a terrifying concentration of wealth and power, we can also grasp the quality of our new dependency. It is similar to the old company-store syndrome. These few huge enterprises control the jobs, and as job competition increases, they also control the salaries.

As Tennessee Ernie Ford sang: We work for the company,  we beg to keep our jobs, we don’t make trouble, and we buy at the company store.

In retrospect we can see what should have been obvious all along. The Great Depression of the l930s never ended. It went underground, covered over by a war which created jobs and expanded industrial capacity, and then, when the war was over, by an advertising fantasy, a pipe dream sold to us with a purpose.

The new American life-style based on commodity consumption, emphasizing credit buying on the never-never plan, and economic growth with its inevitable concentration of economic power, only produced a more virulent version of the older Depression. In the 1930s, as the number of jobs went down, at least prices did too. Now, because economic concentration has advanced to the point where price competition is passé, as jobs disappear, prices go up.

This new phenomenon was summarized in Mother Jones (February 1977) by economists David Olson and Richard Parker, reporting on a study by Dr. Howard Wachtel and Peter Adeisheim for the Joint Economic Committee of Congress:

“They found that corporations in food, utilities, rubber, tobacco, computers, aircraft, to name a few, had all raised their prices at times the textbooks say they should have rolled them back. How can corporations raise prices when the economy is stagnant, demand is falling, factories are operating well below full capacity and more and more people are out of work? The answer, Wachtel says, is economic concentration—entire industries increasingly dominated by a small number of ever-larger firms . . . fewer and fewer big businesses need to compete through pricing. This creates a situation in which prices can be increased and inflation kept rising even during periods of

recession.”

Meanwhile, the government of this country, like the governments of other Western countries, has been losing the power to control these actions. Existing outside the boundaries of the country, the multinational companies, in concert with banks, are capable of the economic domination of entire nations. Governments slip slowly into a new role subordinate to and supportive of them.
Dr. Lester Thurow concluded his paper in the Public Interest Economics Newsletter, “There is no satisfactory answer to the question of why the American people have been content to leave untouched the enormous concentration of wealth that characterizes this economy.”
It is possible that Thurow was being coy when he made that statement, because there certainly is an obvious explanation. Too few people have ever heard of the figures listed here, and many of those that have heard them may have been too indoctrinated with accepted economic theory to grasp their true meaning. All of our cultural institutions teach us that Keynesian economics and the trickle-down theory of economic growth have a certain effect when they actually have an effect which is opposite to what is claimed.

Since the overwhelming majority of Americans are removed from any personal participation in economic processes, we have come to believe in an artificial economic construct propagated by the people who benefit from it and who control the media that explain it to us.

From FOUR REASONS FOR THE ELIMINATION OF TELEVISION by Jerry Mander.

About six months after the end of the Cold War in 1986 our economy took a dive.

Why?

Because all the industries that were created and sustained by the Cold War shut down.

We live in a War based economy.

As Jerry Mander points out above, the Great Depression has never ended. World War 2 produced jobs.

Now with our troops coming home from Afghanistan and Obama pulling out of Iraq all the industries that were sustained by that conflict will no longer be of use.

As well, George Bush sunk the American people into debt for generations to Communist China. In the past when the money lender could not be paid the nations that owed the money would launch a wave of anti-Semitism. This would lead to the expulsion of the Jews and, along the way, to the death of the money lender.

There is a war coming with mainland China.

A while back walking down the street in Toronto I heard a woman say to three very expensively dressed Asian businessmen, “I know it. You know it. The American people know it.” I am sure she had rehearsed that in front of a mirror.

I spoke.

“Pardon me,” I said, “You may know it. They may know it. But the American people know nothing. If they did there would be riots in the streets.”

While she looked at me dumbfounded (the pretty thing had never had a real thought in her head once in her life) the three Asians stopped, paused, and then said as one, “Yes, that is true.”

We in for shit.

Get your shovel ready.

 

A tip of the hat to Chris Staikos:

http://www.vice.com/read/the-last-interview-with-alexander-shulgin-423-v17n5

Merry Christmas And Happy New Year

WHY WINE IS FORBIDDEN

When the Prophet’s ray of intelligence

struck the dim-witted man he was with,

the man got very happy, and talkative.

Soon he began unmannerly raving.

This is the problem with a selflessness

that comes quickly, as with wine.

If the wine drinker

has a deep gentleness in him,

he will show that, when drunk.

But if he has hidden anger & arrogance,

those appear,

and since most people do,

wine is forbidden to everyone.

~Rumi.

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi )

Last week I woke out of a nightmare in which I came home my father and a host of people I did know at my home to celebrate my birthday.

Shortly before I had just found out that my father had beaten my mother to within an inch of her life. In a rage I threw everyone out. I demolished the cake and gifts.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my father grinning with maniacal pleasure. I had fallen into his trap. No one there knew anything of my history with him. All saw me as a supremely ungrateful son.

I sent an email about this dream to one of my sisters.

This is from her reply:

“I was not alarmed by your last e-mail, sorry I didn’t reply sooner; I was mostly saddened, the abuse we grew up with damaged all of us, some worse than others and the consequences of that abuse has meant that we lost one sister, Jennifer Lyn  & one brother Matthew both beaten so badly while in the womb that they were expelled forth much too soon and couldn’t survive, one brother to suicide and the loss of contact of 2 brothers who both suffered incredible psychological abuse as well as physical abuse and who unfortunately blame all the rest of us for the way their lives have turned out.  The memories most vivid in my mind that sadden me are of Richard coming over to my friend’s house and saying “Dad’s Home”;  my blood turns to ice, I’m absolutely terrified;  I have to get home.  I remember all of us kids standing in a row crying when you run in with the landlord, whom you had gone to get to try and make Dad stop.  Dad had Mom on the floor with her dress pulled up, she already has 2 black eyes, he had held her against a wall with a chair braced over her arms and had punched her stomach repeatedly ( she was pregnant) and now he is spanking her.  I was sobbing and so upset that the landlord was seeing her panties, as he stood looking down at the situation and just calmly talked to Dad..

“The other is me sitting in the small tub, Mom telling me to get out just as Dad comes in obviously drunk, she tells Richard to get in the water, Richard doesn’t want to because I’m still there and he doesn’t want me to see him, then Mom tells Dad that Richard won’t get in the tub and Dad grabs him, strips him and puts him in the tub;  Richard is crying and says the water is cold.  Dad grabs the tub with Richard in it and sets it on the wood burning stove which has a roaring fire going, the burner is almost red hot.  Richard screams and jumps out of the tub onto the floor.  All of the skin is burnt off his buttocks.  These were the people who were supposed to love & protect us.

“Mom always hitting us with switches, sticks, belts or whatever she could get her hands on, especially with Michael, because he was Dad’s favourite, I think he reminded Dad of himself as a child.

“It was a NIGHTMARE and it is no wonder that you have nightmares about it, Dad was at his prime when you were born…I don’t know when the fighting started, I know it is for as long as I can remember and that it continued until he was too frail from COPD/Asbestosis to be able to get out to get booze and Mom  wouldn’t back down or  shut up, she would provoke him until he went berserk.  Why did it start???  I asked them but neither answered.  It wasn’t just you, it was us too, I said, but still they didn’t answer.

“Life could have been so different…but I guess surviving that made us what we are today.”

In Place Of A Curse
by
John Ciardi

At the next vacancy for God, if I am elected,

I shall forgive last the delicately wounded

who, having been slugged no harder than anyone else,

never got up again, neither to fight back,

nor to finger their jaws in painful admiration.

They who are wholly broken, and they in whom

mercy is understanding, I shall embrace at once

and lead to pillows in heaven. But they who are

the meek by trade, baiting the best of their betters

with the extortions of a mock-helplessness

I shall take last to love, and never wholly.

Let them all into Heaven—I abolish Hell—

but let it be read over them as they enter:

“Beware the calculations of the meek, who gambled nothing,

gave nothing, and could never receive enough.”

(1959)

 

The earliest memory I have (it often comes unbidden) is of hiding in terror in the dark in the small house we lived near the top of Hartt’s Hill in Minto, New Brunswick on the left side facing down on the main street from the house of my father’s parents.

I am about four years old. My father is running madly through the house chasing my mother who is screaming. When he finally catches her he will beat her. He is drunk.

Not to say that my mother was not a piece of the same cloth.

My father’s family was the most respected in my home town. Their youngest son, Douglas Hartt, rose to become Director General of Public Works Canada. They were Roman Catholic.

My mother’s family was Church Of England. Her people were tradesmen. Her father was a blacksmith. That trade died with the automobile. Her mother helped keep them feed by cleaning other people’s houses.

My mother was the black sheep of her family. My father, the black sheep of his. I am not complaining or whining. I am just stating the truth.

At that time a marriage between those two belief systems was as frowned upon as one between a man and a woman of a different skin color.

My mother’s parents offered to have me aborted if my father coughed up the cash.

My parents actually loved each other for all that. They chose to have me.

My father’s family got my mother to do hard chores in the hope she would have a miscarriage (according to my mother who was not a reliable source). She hated my father’s family till her dying breath. She did her best to turn all of my brothers and sisters against them.

What I do know is that neither my father nor my mother ever did anything they did not want to do. Neither cared who they hurt.

I discovered the key to my father’s hidden anger in the 1990’s when he lived with me for a time.

I had just returned from doing a sold out show at Montreal’s Rialto Theatre. We had pulled nearly one thousand people. Over five hundred had to be turned away for lack of space.

The house was dry when I got back. At the time John Alcorn was running a terrific New York style piano bar on Church Street in the middle of Toronto’s gay ghetto called MY TREEHOUSE.

I loved what he was doing. They had no money. I was helping them with street promotion in exchange for a bar tab. Normally I am not a heavy drinker. I had a huge tab stored up. I took my father and a host of people over to MY TREEHOUSE. We got drunk beyond madness.

In vino veritas (in wine there is truth).

In the middle of all this my father turned to me and said, “I have hated you since the moment you were born as in that instant I realized I had to die.”

“Finally, something that makes sense,” I said to myself.

The next day I was being interviewed by one of Canada’s premiere journalists, Michael Valpy, for a piece in Canada’s national newspaper, THE GLOBE AND MAIL.

“First born sons,” said Michael when I told him what my father had said the night before.

In that instant I knew this is something common to fathers. The Greeks understood it. The father of the Gods ate his children so they would not outlive him. The ancients knew it which is why they practiced the ritual sacrifice of first born sons.

THE BIBLE tells us to honor our father and mother.

“I love my mother. I do not like her,” said the poet Alfred Gordon Lord Byron.

Judith Merril, the mother of modern science/speculative fiction, became my friend, mentor and one of my spiritual mothers in 1968 when I met her at Toronto’s Rochdale College. When she died in 1977 I sat shiva for a day with her family.

Judy’s daughter, Ann Pohl, poured out her heart to me. Knowing they could only eat what was brought to them I had said a prayer that the LORD grant me the means to bring bounty the night before.

“We were praying for someone like you,” said Ann when I arrived at their door.

From Ann I learned that Judy’s father had killed himself. Her brother had died young. Every day of her life as a young woman Judy’s mother had said to her, “Why did I have to lose the two I loved the most?”

The poet Ranier Maria Rilke had a mother who wanted a daughter. She grew his hair in long, golden curls, dressed him as a girl and, when he knocked on the door to her room, she said, “Is that my naughty Rainer or my lovely Charlotte?”

“It is your lovely Charlotte,” said the boy who, like all boys, was anxious to please his mother.

Around 1964 I arrived destitute in Toronto from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. I had walked out of high school in the middle of my last year, grade 13.

We had been studying T. S. Elliot’s play THE MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL which is about the murder of Thomas Beckett.

A touring company had brought a production of the play to the Sault. My class went to see it. In the play Elliot had four priests, four messengers, four knights, four murderers. Where on the page there were four on the stage their were five.

Naturally our English teacher asked us why the director had changed the symbolism. I an certain every English teacher across Canada asked the same question.

After every other student had spoken he asked me. I replied that the fifth person, being a very pretty young man with nothing to do but stand on stage, was either the producer or the director’s boyfriend.

That led to a near riot. Everyone in the class shouted I was an immoral liar.

Shortly after I found myself in the office of the principal. There I was told I have entirely the wrong attitude about life. “If you leave this school today you will starve in two weeks,” he roared.

That night I arrived near penniless on the streets of Toronto.

A few months later I was asked if I could help out for one night as an usher at a theater. There I met the young man had played the extra part in MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL.

“What were you doing in that play?” I asked him.

“I was the director’s boyfriend,” he replied.

“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.” –W. H. Murray, THE SCOTTISH HIMALYAN EXPEDITION.

Back to that first night in Toronto. The friend I thought I could count on for a place to crash turned out false.

This was providence.

I had just enough money for a beer. Drinking age was  twenty-one. I was eighteen going on nineteen.

I walked into Toronto’s most notorious queer bar, The St. Charles, and ordered a beer. No sooner had the waiter dropped it on the table than the police walked in.

“Drink your beer and talk with me,” said an older man.

After the police had passed he said, “You are new in town. Do you have a place?”

The next night a much better dressed man in the same bar said, “That man you went home with last night is a terrible person. You should not be seen with him.”

This fellow was a film producer. He offered to help me get a job in the industry. I went home with him to a house out in the middle of nowhere.

“There is a bed in the basement,” he said.

When I got to the bottom of a very narrow stairwell he said, “Turn around.”

I did. He was standing at the top of the stairs with a hammer in his hand.

“Give me what I want or I will kill you,” he said.

Forty years later I read for the first time Joseph Campbell’s book, THE HERO OF A THOUSAND FACES.

In it I discovered that when we put our foot on the path of the hero the first person we meet is an older person who helps us. The second is an older person who wounds us. Both are important. The wound is necessary. Without it we can not become whole.

“Had I warned you would you have believed me,” said the man I had met the first night whose name was Billy.

Billy was the son of a prostitute. He knew his father only from a picture his mother had shown him. When Billy turned ten his mother put him to work sucking the cocks of her johns to bring in extra money. One night Billy, then around thirteen, sucked off the man in the picture his mother had shown him in a park for $10.00.

My point is to not to make you, the reader, feel pity for either myself or the people I have written about. It is for another reason entirely:

“Self-Pity”

I never saw a wild thing

sorry for itself.

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough

without ever once having felt sorry for itself.

–D. H. Lawrence ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._H._Lawrence )

D. H. Lawrence, at the time of his death, was described as a public pornographer who had wasted his talents. He was born in 1885. He died in 1930. His best books were viewed as blasphemous pornography. They could not be legally published while he was alive. He died from tuberculosis. If ever a man had the right to wallow in the pit of self pity, D. H. Lawrence was that man.

We are in the age of self pity.

We are also in a time of extreme violence towards men.

In the film THE COLA CONQUEST (1998) the spokesman for Coca Cola states, “We have not achieved the success in Europe we have achieved in America as in Europe we have yet to fracture the family.”

The destruction of the family is the stated goal of American commerce globally.

The family is destroyed by destroying the father.

After World War II some American women visiting Russia asked the Russian women they met why they treated their men with so much deference.

“You have to understand. Our men were all we had between us and Hitler,” replied the Russian women.

There is a deep and abiding reason for male rage. It is not something that just came out of the blue. One of the best books to deal with this is Robert Bly’s THE SIBLING SOCIETY.

Billy helped me get a job at The Province Of Ontario Savings Office at their branch located at Dundas and University Streets in Toronto.

One of the clients was a very tall, thin effeminate man whom everyone at the place treated with contempt.

As someone who had been called a queer from as far back as he could remember I did not want to bring their contempt for him upon myself.

The result was that I grew daily in self-contempt.

One day I called him. I asked if we could meet that night.

He told me the story of his life. He told me the story of the play he had written out of that life. When we parted I said, “Nothing has changed. When you walk into the bank tomorrow I am going to treat you the same way I did today.”

“Yes, I know. We all have to grow at our own speed,” he replied.

The grace implicit in those few words was all the fertilizer I needed to spring up the extra half-inch it takes to stop being a boy and start being a man.

He did not notice the change when the next day I greeted him with “Hi, Jack. How are you?”

Everyone behind the counter did.

From that moment my life there became a living Hell. It was a Hell easy to pass through as I had gotten rid of my self-contempt.

Jack is better known as John Herbert. His play FORTUNE AND MEN’S EYES remains the only play created by a Canadian author the entire world has saluted.

Norman Wilner, now the film critic for NOW in Toronto, called me years ago when he first began to work for a local Toronto paper. “Don’t send us those elaborate kits you send. They just throw them in the trash unopened,” he told me.

Naturally I was furious. I fired off a barrage. His editor called. “How can you take the word of an intern?” she said.

I imagine she said worse to him.

My father prepared me for the world we live in. It’s hard knocks are nothing compared to the ones I got from him.

I knew that if I struck my father I would become the thing I hated. I looked for a way to end his beatings once and for all without touching him.

By chance, at 13, I discovered the power of laughter. I got it into my head that if I started to laugh before my father struck me I would feel no pain. I engineered the biggest beating he ever gave me. Just before he struck me I started to laugh. The harder he beat the louder I laughed. He beat and beat and beat and beat until he could beat no more. Exhausted he stopped.

I had not a mark on my body. I had felt no pain. More importantly, he never touched me again.

He did, however, touch my brothers and sisters.

To his death if he saw a way to plunge a knife into one of us, myself included, he did.

On his death bed, cold sober, he told one of my brothers, “I never liked you.”

That was in 2002. My brother has yet to recover from that.

The only answer is forgiveness and love.

Not for their sake. For ours.

People sue others who have abused them. They get money. But the money runs out. The wounds do not heal.

Forgiveness and love allowed my wounds to heal. They will allow yours.

I had to admit I did not have it in me to forgive.

I looked at the words “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

I could not do it.

I prayed for the gift from God in the name of Jesus to be able to forgive.

I got it.

It was the only thing worth asking for.

I publish this today because I am not alone.

There are far, far too many like me.

The great Sioux Shaman Crazy Horse, after his first vision quest, said, “The time is coming when there will be terrible fires all over the world. Men will be brutal to women and children everywhere. In the end God is coming to judge the world.”

We live in the time he saw. There are terrible fires all over the world. Men are brutal to women and children everywhere.

To those who are now where I was I say pray for the gift of forgiveness. It will not only heal you it will rob them of the power to hurt you further.

The last thing we want to become is the thing we hate the most.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.—Reg Hartt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wake Up Folks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This says so much that is important that I posted it here. Too many walk and ride around the city (which is no less a jungle) with their senses cut off. We are the only animals on the planet dumb enough to do that. Every other creature keeps its eyes and ears open so that it can either find  or avoid becoming food.

Film Schedule January, February 2012

The Cineforum, 463 Bathurst Below College Across From The Beer Store. 416-603-6643. (Cineforum members may bring their own food and drink).

Saturday, January 7, 14, 21, 28,

7pm: Fritz Lang: METROPOLIS (1926) Presented with a film score created by Reg Hartt.

Sunday, January 8,

1pm: Herman Hesse: STEPPENWOLF (1974) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steppenwolf_%28film%29

3pm: Herman Hesse: SIDDHARTHA (1972) Conrad Rooks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_%28novel%29

5pm: JANE JACOBS: URBAN WISDOM (2003) Don Alexander.

http://affr.nl/films/jane_jacobs_urban_wisdom.html

7pm: BEST OF BUGS BUNNY & FRIENDS Part 1.

http://looney.goldenagecartoons.com/ltcuts/

9pm: Ken Russell: WOMEN IN LOVE (1969)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women_in_Love_%28film%29

Monday, January 9,

2pm: ORPHANS OF THE STORM (1921) D. W. Griffith.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphans_of_the_Storm

5pm: THE COCOANUTS (1929) The Marx Bros.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cocoanuts

7pm: Fritz Lang: THE SPIDERS (1919)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Spiders_%28film%29

Tuesday, January 10

2pm: DUCK YOU SUCKER (1971) Sergio Leone.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duck,_You_Sucker!

5pm: THE GREAT McGINTY (1940) Preston Sturges.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Great_McGinty

7pm: THE DREAMERS  (2003) Bernardo Bertolucci.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dreamers_%28film%29

9pm: BAND OF OUTSIDERS (1964) Jean Luc Goddard.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bande_%C3%A0_part_%28film%29

Wednesday, January 11

2pm: 1900 (1977) Bernardo Bertolucci.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1900_%28film%29

5pm: ZECHARIA SITCHIN: ARE WE ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE (1978)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zecharia_Sitchin

7pm: NO DIRECTION HOME BOB DYLAN (2005) Martin Scorsese.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Direction_Home

Thursday, January 12

2pm: THE MARK OF ZORRO (1920) Douglas Fairbanks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mark_of_Zorro_%281920_film%29

5pm: THE HISTORY OF ANIMATION: WINSOR McCAY

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winsor_McCay

7pm: Classic 3D: BUGS! In 3D (2003) Mike Slee.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Slee

http://neofilm.wordpress.com/2011/02/25/bugs-a-rainforest-adventure-3d/

8pm: Classic 3D: IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE (1953) Jack Arnold.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Came_from_Outer_Space

Saturday, January 14,

7pm: Fritz Lang: METROPOLIS (1926) Presented with a film score created by Reg Hartt.

Sunday, January 15,

1pm: Herman Hesse: STEPPENWOLF (1974) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steppenwolf_%28film%29

3pm: Herman Hesse: SIDDHARTHA (1972) Conrad Rooks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_%28novel%29

5pm: JANE JACOBS: URBAN WISDOM (2003) http://affr.nl/films/jane_jacobs_urban_wisdom.html

7pm: BEST OF BUGS BUNNY & FRIENDS Part 1.

http://looney.goldenagecartoons.com/ltcuts/

9pm: Ken Russell: THE MUSIC LOVERS (1970)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Music_Lovers

Monday, January 16,

2pm: BROKEN BLOSSOMS (1919) D. W. Griffith.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broken_Blossoms

5pm: ANIMAL CRACKERS (1930) The Marx Brothers

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_Crackers_%28film%29

7pm: Fritz Lang: DESTINY (1921)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Destiny_%281921_film%29

Tuesday, January 17,

2pm: THE IRON HORSE (1924) John Ford.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Iron_Horse_%28film%29

5pm: CHRISTMAS IN JULY (1940) Preston Sturges.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_in_July_%28film%29

7pm: ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACES (1938) Michael Curtiz. James Cagney.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angels_with_Dirty_Faces

9pm: EDVARD MUNCH (1974) Peter Watkins.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edvard_Munch_%28film%29

Wednesday, January 18

2pm: ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMERICA (1984) Sergio Leone.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Once_Upon_a_Time_in_America

5pm: AN EVENING WITH ZECHARIA SITCHIN (1997)

http://www.wingeddisk.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=WD&Product_Code=EWZ-DVD&Category_Code=DVD

7pm: GLORIOUS TECHNICOLOR (1998) Peter Jones. A history of Techicolor.

http://www.answers.com/topic/glorious-technicolor

8pm: AVIATOR (2004) Martin Scorsese.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aviator_%282004_film%29

Thursday, January 19

2pm: CHARLIE CHAPLIN AT KEYSTONE (1914) Part 1.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Chaplin

5pm: THE HISTORY OF ANIMATION: GRIM NATWICK

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grim_Natwick

7pm: Classic 3D: INTO THE DEEP (2002) Howard Hall.

http://www.amazon.com/Into-Deep-IMAX-Kate-Nelligan/dp/B0000687GH

8pm: Classic 3D: THE CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON (1954) Jack Arnold.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creature_from_the_Black_Lagoon

Saturday, January 21,

7pm: Fritz Lang: METROPOLIS (1926) Presented with a film score created by Reg Hartt.

Sunday, January 22,

1pm: Herman Hesse: STEPPENWOLF (1974) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steppenwolf_%28film%29

3pm: Herman Hesse: SIDDHARTHA (1972) Conrad Rooks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_%28novel%29

5pm: JANE JACOBS: URBAN WISDOM (2003) http://affr.nl/films/jane_jacobs_urban_wisdom.html

7pm: BEST OF BUGS BUNNY & FRIENDS Part 1.

http://looney.goldenagecartoons.com/ltcuts/

9pm: Ken Russell: LIZSTOMANIA (1975)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisztomania_%28film%29

Monday, January 23,

2pm: INTOLERANCE (1916) D. W. Griffith. With a special score created by Reg Hartt.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intolerance_%28film%29

5pm: MONKEY BUSINESS (1931) The Marx Brothers

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monkey_Business_%281931_film%29

7pm: Fritz Lang: DR. MABUSE, THE GAMBLER (1922)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Mabuse_the_Gambler

Tuesday, January 24,

2pm: STREET DANCE 3D (2010) Dania Pasquini.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/StreetDance_3D

5pm: THE LADY EVE (1941) Preston Sturges.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lady_Eve

7pm: THE FILMS OF GEORGES MELIES Part 1.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_M%C3%A9li%C3%A8s

9pm: ACCATONE (1961) Pier Paolo Pasolini.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Accattone

 

Wednesday, January 25

2pm: SANCTUM (2011) Alister Grierson.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alister_Grierson

http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2011/02/interview-alister-grierson-on-sanctum.html

5pm: ZECHARIA SITCHIN: A TALK FROM THE HEART (2006)

http://www.wingeddisk.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=WD&Product_Code=TFTH-DVD&Category_Code=DVD

7pm: HELL’S ANGELS (1930) Howard Hughes.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell%27s_Angels_%28film%29

9pm: THE DAWN PATROL (1938) Edmund Golding. Errol Flynn.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dawn_Patrol_%281938_film%29

Thursday, January 26

2pm: CHARLIE CHAPLIN AT KEYSTONE (1914) Part 2.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Chaplin
5pm: THE HISTORY OF ANIMATION: BOB CLAMPETT

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Clampett

7pm: Classic 3D: SIEGFRIED & ROY: THE MAGIC BOX (1999) Brett Leonard. http://www.siegfriedandroy.com/the-magic-box

http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/178249/Siegfried-Roy-the-Magic-Box/overview

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siegfried_%26_Roy

8pm: Classic 3D; THE MAD MAGICIAN (1954) John Brahm. Vincent Price.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mad_Magician

Saturday, January 28,

7pm: Fritz Lang: METROPOLIS (1926) Presented with a film score created by Reg Hartt.

Sunday, January 29

1pm: Herman Hesse: STEPPENWOLF (1974) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steppenwolf_%28film%29

3pm: Herman Hesse: SIDDHARTHA (1972) Conrad Rooks.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_%28novel%29

5pm: JANE JACOBS: URBAN WISDOM (2003) http://affr.nl/films/jane_jacobs_urban_wisdom.html

7pm: BEST OF BUGS BUNNY & FRIENDS Part 1.

http://looney.goldenagecartoons.com/ltcuts/

9pm: Ken Russell: THE DEVILS (1971)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devils_%28film%29

Monday, January 30,

2pm: THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE (1921) Rex Ingram. Presented with a score created by Reg Hartt.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse_%28film%29

5pm: HORSEFEATHERS (1932) The Marx Brothers

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horse_Feathers

7pm: Fritz Lang: DIE NIBELUNGEN (1924)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Nibelungen

Tuesday, January 31,

2pm: PURPLE NOON (1960) Rene Clement.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple_Noon

5pm: SULLIVAN’S TRAVELS (1941) Preston Sturges.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sullivan%27s_Travels

7pm: IT (1927) Clarence D. Badger. Clara Bow.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_%281927_film%29

9pm: THE MAGICIAN (1926) Rex Ingram. Paul Wegener

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magician_%281926_film%29

Tuesday, February 7,

7pm: THE GOLEM: HOW HE CAME TO BE (1920) Paul Wegener.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Golem:_How_He_Came_into_the_World

9pm: THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE (1948) John Huston. Humphrey Bogart.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Treasure_of_the_Sierra_Madre_%28film%29

Tuesday, February 14,

7pm: WHITE HEAT (1949) Raoul Walsh. James Cagney.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Heat

9pm: MA MERE (2004) Christopher Honore. Isabelle Hupert, Louis Garrel.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma_M%C3%A8re

Tuesday, February 21,

7pm: HELL’S HINGES (1916) Charles Swickard. William S. Hart.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell%27s_Hinges

9pm: Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom (1975) Pasolini.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sal%C3%B2,_or_the_120_Days_of_Sodom

 

Wednesday At The Cineforum,

January 11

7pm: NO DIRECTION HOME BOB DYLAN (2005) Martin Scorsese.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Direction_Home

January 18

7pm: GLORIOUS TECHNICOLOR (1998) Peter Jones. A history of Techicolor.  http://movies.msn.com/movies/movie/glorious-technicolor/?silentchk=1&wa=wsignin1.0

8pm: AVIATOR (2004) Martin Scorsese.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aviator_%282004_film%29  Scorsese designed the color in this film to mirror the advances in Technicolor over the years. His picture starts in early red/green Technicolor. As the years pass the color in the film changes until it reaches full blown Glorious Technicolor.

January 25

7pm: HELL’S ANGELS (1930) Howard Hughes.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell%27s_Angels_%28film%29

9pm: THE DAWN PATROL (1938) Edmund Golding. Errol Flynn.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dawn_Patrol_%281938_film%29

February 1

7pm: VIVA ZAPATA! (1952) Elia Kazan. Marlon Brando.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viva_Zapata!

9pm: ON THE WATERFRONT (1954) Elia Kazan. Marlon Brando.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Waterfront

February 8

7pm: STAGECOACH (1939) John Ford. John Wayne.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stagecoach_%281939_film%29

9pm: THE SEARCHERS (1956) John Ford. John Wayne.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Searchers_%28film%29

February 15

7pm: CHEYENNE AUTUMN (1964) John Ford.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheyenne_Autumn

CLASSIC 3D At The Cineforum                                                                           

Thursday, January 12

7pm: BUGS! In 3D (2003) Mike Slee.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337587/

8pm: Ray Bradbury’s IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE (1953) Jack Arnold.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Came_from_Outer_Space

Thursday, January 19

7pm: INTO THE DEEP (2002) Howard Hall.  http://www.sharksavers.org/about-us/leadership/703-michele-and-howard-hall.html  http://www.cinemareview.com/cast.asp?movieid=529993&castid=5277

8pm: THE CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON (1954) Jack Arnold.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creature_from_the_Black_Lagoon

Thursday, January 26

7pm: SIEGFRIED & ROY: THE MAGIC BOX (1999) Brett Leonard. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0182299/  http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/178249/Siegfried-Roy-the-Magic-Box/overview  http://www.siegfriedandroy.com/the-magic-box

8pm: THE MAD MAGICIAN (1954) John Brahm. Vincent Price.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mad_Magician

Thursday, February 2

7pm: GALAPAGOS (1999) Al Giddings.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0163639/  http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/184354/Galapagos/overview

8pm: DIAL M FOR MURDER (1954) Alfred Hitchcock.   http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0046912/  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dial_M_for_Murder

Thursday, February 9

7pm: GRAND CANYON ADVENTURE: RIVER AT RISK (2008) Greg MacGillivray.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0858497/  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Canyon_Adventure:_River_at_Risk

8pm: TAZA, SON OF COCHISE (1954) Douglas Sirk. Rock Hudson.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taza,_Son_of_Cochise

Thursday, February 16

7pm: DOLPHINS AND WHALES 3D: TRIBES OF THE OCEAN (2008) Jean-Michel Cousteau.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0996382/  http://www.dolphinsandwhales3d.com/

8pm: KISS ME KATE (1953) George Sidney. Kathryn Grayson, Howard Keel.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss_Me_Kate_%28film%29  http://www.filmforum.org/films/classic3d.html