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Robert Altman, 1925-2006

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By Michael Atkinson

IFC News

[Photo: Altman on the set of “A Prairie Home Companion,” Picturehouse]

The great gray recalcitrant lion king of the American New Wave has finally shuffled off the mortal coil — years after many of us were surprised to realize he’d hung in there this long. The Academy may have waited too long to pelt him with an Oscar, but at least they did it, genuflected at his massive body of work less than a year before he died (rather than, say, yet again piss away a Lifetime Achievement slot on the likes of Michael Kidd or Blake Edwards). For the postwar generations, only Stanley Kubrick maintained as lofty a station in the public forebrain for as long as Robert Altman. It’s been a uniquely scattershot career, as rife with textural innovations and astonishing rigor as it was with pariah loathing and crash-landings — 2001’s “Gosford Park” was merely his sixth or seventh comeback in almost 50 years of professional movie-making. Who knew, ever, if an Altman film would turn out rippling with silk-smooth sublimity or howling miscarriage? His lapses in judgment seem to flow from the same source as his wisdom. Compare the surgeon’s grace inherent in “Gosford Park” to the soused baboonery of “Prêt-à-Porter” (1994), and you glimpse a restless and conflicted intelligence plunging into the combat of cultural intercourse without the benefit of superego.

He began in the 50s, making promotional and educational shorts for a small Kansas City outfit, before branching out in 1957 into indie teen exploitation (“The Delinquents”) and feature docs (“The James Dean Story”), the two of which steered him toward steady network-TV paychecks doing grunt work for two dozen series, including “Alfred Hitchcock Presents,” “Peter Gun,” “Sugarfoot” and “Combat.” He reentered the feature world in the late 60s, coming quickly upon the assignment that continues to be his branding product: “M*A*S*H” (1970).

The 70s turned out to be also Altman’s one summer of semi-consistency, a time when Hollywood’s new-wavey thaw on formula, cliché and pap was precisely what the maturing journeyman had been waiting for (at 45 when “M*A*S*H” was released, he was a full generation older than contemporaries Scorsese, Lucas, Coppola, Bogdanovich, Rafelson, Hellman, et al.). Altman’s halcyon decade has had plenty of laurels laid upon it, but today some of them wilt badly — “M*A*S*H” is an unfocused anti-war farce better remembered than freshly seen, and “Nashville” (1975), a fabulously detailed dose of Americana-mania, is at closer look constructed from simplistic vignettes. The famous Altmanic textures — spontaneous narrative collage, Babel-like aural chaos, superbly evoked off-screen space, focus-challenged compositions, foreground foofaraw — are indelible, but the jokes and caricatures can be shockingly cheap.

Good thing the masterpieces yowl louder than ever. The ’70s were a wise era kind to satire, and Altman’s best films are Lasik cuts into American mythology, starting with “McCabe and Mrs. Miller” (1971), a seminal, foggy frontier odyssey that looks like it was shot in a muddy 1830 mining town and that has come to occupy its own exclusive sub-genre: the neo-realist anti-northwestern. One of cinema’s wittiest and savviest deconstructions, “The Long Goodbye” (1973) transposes Chandler to the ‘Nam era and ends up an anti-noir anthem, with Elliott Gould as a beleaguered, slovenly Marlowe slumming around glitzy 70s L.A. like an old dog who’s lost his sense of smell. “Thieves Like Us” (1974) is a still-underrated, wide-eyed adaptation of Edward Anderson’s slackjawed-outlaw-lovers novel, capturing the Depression-era landscape with dusty fidelity and remaining an underseen American New Wave incarnation of nostalgia reflux. “California Split” (1974) is even more bitter, tracking a contemporary Gould and George Segal into a maelstrom of obsessive gambling. In many ways, “Buffalo Bill and the Indians, or Sitting Bull’s History Lesson” (1976) caps off Altman’s 70s project, cynically boiling down his accomplished naturalism into a death march of commodified suffering. This grim parade of mutated history — which focuses almost entirely on the eponymous Wild West show and its heroic depiction of Native American subjugation — barely acknowledges the requirements of dramatic narrative in its disgusted litany of showbiz prevarications.

His subsequent disasters were truly disastrous — few filmmakers could emerge from the landfill of “H.E.A.L.T.H.” (1979), “Quintet” (1979), “Popeye” (1980), “O.C. and Stiggs” (1987), “Prêt-à-Porter,” “Dr. T and the Women” (2000), and “The Company” (2003) with their honor intact. He spent the best part of the 80s making lean theatrical filmizations which were only and exactly as interesting as the play they adapted, which were in any case always lackluster. His last few decades were a coin toss — no director has veered so alarmingly from cretinism (that includes, for me, the smirky-comic rape of Raymond Carver in 1993’s “Short Cuts”) to bedazzlement (including 1992’s “The Player,” of course, and “Gosford Park”) in such short spans. “A Prairie Home Companion” (2006) is no kind of career testament, but by this time we’d learned that the ever-tetchy Altman would always follow his own temperamental star.

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Final Countdown

The Best Of The Last

Portlandia Goes Out With A Bang

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The end is near. In mere days Portlandia wraps up its final season, and oh what a season it’s been. Lucky for you, you can watch the entire season right now right here and on the IFC app, including this free episode courtesy of Subaru.

But now, let’s take a moment to look back at some of the new classics Fred and Carrie have so thoughtfully bestowed upon us. (We’ll be looking back through tear-blurred eyes, but you do you.)

Couples Dinner

It’s not that being single sucks, it’s that you suck if you’re single.

Cancel it!

A sketch for anyone who has cancelled more appointments than they’ve kept. Which is everyone.

Forgotten America

This one’s a “Serial” killer…everything both right and wrong about true crime podcasts.

Wedding Planners

The only bad wedding is a boring wedding.

Disaster Hut

It’s only the end of the world if your doomsday kit doesn’t include rosé.

Catch up on Portlandia’s final episodes on demand and at IFC.com

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Rev Up

Your Portlandia Personality Test

The New Portlandia Webseries Is Going Your Way

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Carrie and Fred understand that although we have so much in common, we’re each so beautifully unique and different. To help us navigate those differences, Portlandia has found an easy and honest way to embrace our special selves in the form of a progressive new traffic system: a specific lane for every kind of driver. It’s all in honor of the show’s 8th and final season, and it’s all presented by Subaru.

Ready to find out who you really are? Match your personality to a lane and hop on the expressway to self-understanding.

Lane 10: Trucks Piled With Junk

Your junk is falling out of your trunk. Shake a tail light, people — this lane is for you.

Lane 33: Twins

You’re like a Gemini, but waaaay more pedestrian. Maybe you and a friend just wear the same outfits a lot. Who cares, it’s just twinning enough to make you feel special.

Lane 27: Broken Windows

Bad luck follows you around and everyone knows it. Your proverbial seat is always damp from proverbial rain. Is this the universe telling you to swallow your pride? Yes.

Lane 69: Filthy Cars

You’re all about convenience. Getting your car washed while you drive is a no-brainer.

Lane 43: Newly Divorced Singles

It’s been a while since you’ve driven alone, and you don’t know the rules of the road anymore. What’s too fast? What’s too slow? Are you sending the right signals? Don’t worry, the breakdown lane is nearby if you need it.

Still can’t find a lane to match your personality? Check out all the videos here. And see the final season of Portlandia this spring on IFC.

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Give Back

Last-Minute Holiday Gift Guide

Hits from the '80s are on repeat all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC.

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It’s the final countdown to Christmas and thanks to IFC’s movie marathon all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, you can revel in classic ’80s films AND find inspiration for your last-minute gifts. Here are our recommendations, if you need a head start:

Musical Instrument

Great analog entertainment substitute when you refuse to give your kid the Nintendo Switch they’ve been drooling over.

Breakfast In Bed

Any significant other or child would appreciate these Uncle Buck-approved flapjacks. Just make sure you’re not stuck on clean up duty.

Cocktail Supplies

You’ll need them to get through the holidays.

Dance Lessons

So you can learn to shake-shake-shake (unless you know ghosts willing to lend a hand).

Comfy Clothes

With all the holiday meals, there may be some…embigenning.



Get even more great inspiration all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC, and remember…