Having gone to summer camp in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, I was pretty excited, as a college freshman, to hear from one of the upperclass movie buffs that the Film Society would be showing a movie that had been shot there, “Pretty Poison” (which I discuss in this clip). After seeing it, I wasn’t disappointed, and yet I was: I didn’t recognize many locations but I did recognize the atmosphere, but, most of all, the characters seemed to talk and to act in clichés. Little did I know: Hollywood classics remained virtually unknown to me, the term “film noir” hadn’t yet entered my vocabulary, and it was only later, under the implicit tutelage of the criticism of the French New Wave filmmakers, through whose advocacy I came to see some mainstream American movies of previous generations and to see them and love them as works of art, that I recognized the clichés of “Pretty Poison” to be winks and nods, homages and references, and, especially, grafts: the director, Noel Black, planted Hollywood in New England, and, like a biologist, showed how well the species thrived there. The procedure was New Wave-ish; the motive and the result were political; without a word about Vietnam, civil rights, or any of the variety of heated conflicts that were roiling America and, for that matter, the world, the movie, made in 1968, feels hectic with the political and social passions of the moment, even as it draws on the styles of the past. Another title could be, simply, “The Last War”—the one that, inevitably, Strangelovian generals and ideologues were fighting—and also “The War at Home,” the one that was taking place in the streets.
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Our Local Correspondents
Why You Can’t Get a Restaurant Reservation
How bots, mercenaries, and table scalpers have turned the restaurant reservation system inside out.
By Adam Iscoe
Profiles
Padma Lakshmi Walks Into a Bar
Since leaving “Top Chef,” Lakshmi has found herself in a period of professional uncertainty. What better time to try standup comedy?
By Helen Rosner
Annals of Gastronomy
A Martini Tour of New York City
My month of vermouth-rinsing and fat-washing.
By Gary Shteyngart
Our Local Correspondents
Donald Trump Is Being Ritually Humiliated in Court
At his criminal trial, the ex-President has to sit there while potential jurors, prosecutors, the judge, witnesses, and even his own lawyers talk about him as a defective, impossible person.
By Eric Lach