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  posted this photo of this weird bumper sticker yesterday, and I admit I’ve probably been thinking about it more than I should. On the one hand, I think our political discourse should brim with healthy debate, on the other hand I can’t honestly say I consider this “healthy.” Like Urbaniak, I’m guessing that the author of the sticker has some serious issues, I mean besides his or her poor grammar, spelling and punctuation.

In any case, I’ve decided I’m going to take this bumper sticker and run with it until it becomes the next “All Your Base Are Belong To Us” or “I’m In Your _____ _____ing your _____.”

Looking at the weird spelling of “daughter,” it occurred to me that perhaps the author of the sticker is not just a bad speller but is actually dyslexic. So, playing around with the word order, I thought perhaps the message might read “YOU! TELL US (FRIGID BITCHES) WHAT ELSE MUST [Y]OUR DAUGHTER HILLARY MUST DO TO BECOME PRESIDENT?” The author being a member of “Frigid Bitches,” a sub-group of the Skinny Bitch movement — in addition to eating more healthfully, the Frigid Bitches I imagine also abstain from sex. If we remove the “y” from “your” (keeping in mind the author’s dyslexia) turns the message into a humorous feminist message of empowerment.

Then it occurred to me that perhaps the misspelling of “daughter” is deliberate, and is meant as a signal, that perhaps the entire sticker is actually an anagram, in a bit of political intrigue designed to be appreciated by fans of The Da Vinci Code. I whisked myself off to The Internet Anagram Server and typed in “TELL US YOU FRIGID BITCHES”.

Instantly a very different message emerges: top of the list, “HERBICIDE FLOUTS GUSTILY.” I’m not sure what the word “gustily” means, but clearly this is a message in favor of organic farming, an important issue in Santa Monica. Or perhaps it’s “DECIBEL FUSSILY OUTRIGHT”, the beginning of a message about noise pollution, another important Santa Monica issue.

“YOUR DAUGHTER HILLARY”, on the other hand, yields over 50,000 possibilities, my favorite being “A HARDER YOGURT UH LILY”. So we have “HERBICIDES GUSTILY FLOUT A HARDER YOGURT.”

“TO BECOME PRESIDENT”, on the other hand, yields almost 60,000 possible combinations, the most direct probably being “BISECTED EMOTE PORN.” Put together with the first two, gives us “HERBICIDES, GUSTILY BISECTED, EMOTE, FLOUT A HARDER YOGURT PORN.”

What else? Well, “what else” indeed? “WHAT ELSE” yields 142 possibilities, the most likely being “HATE SLEW” or “AW, SHE LET” or maybe “LAW SHEET.”

Which gives us “AW, SHE LET HERBICIDES, GUSTILY BISECTED, FLOUT, EMOTE A HARDER YOGURT PORN.” Which doesn’t make that much sense, but it’s still more direct than the original message.free hit counter script

Hmmm

Senator John McCain, in addition to being a liar, panderer, cheat and moral vacuum, apparently has a problem with eligibility.

Hailing, as he does, from the great state of Panama Canal Zone, there is some genuine concern as to whether or not McCain can legally run for president. The law, for reasons that apparently remain obscure, states that only “natural-born” citizens of the US may become president. To me, the phrase “natural-born” is vague in the extreme. Does it mean that only Americans born on US soil can become president, or does it mean that only citizens who have received a “natural birth” may become president? Is it foreigners who are being kept from achieving the highest office in the land, or babies delivered by caesarian section? Were the founding fathers concerned about Hessians taking over the white house, or McDuff, from his mother’s womb untimely ripp’d?

The media likes McCain, for some reason, and I’m guessing he will be allowed to run for president because there’s enough gray area in the law to make people say “well, the Panama Canal Zone, on a US military base, it’s practically the same thing, why are you splitting hairs?”

My theory: the GOP has already wadded up this election and hung it out to dry, they know McCain doesn’t stand a snowball’s chance, and they’re using his quasi-legal candidacy to create precedent for Schwarzeneggar to run in 2012. You read it here first.
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Spielberg: The Name of the Game: L.A. 2017

WHAT DOES THE PROTAGONIST WANT? Glenn Howard is some kind of media mogul. He has, literally, fallen asleep at the wheel and driven his car into a ditch. He awakens to find himself thrust 46 years into the future. He wants, logically enough, to know how this came to pass.

WHAT DOES THE PROTAGONIST GET? Although the people of the future are puzzled as to how Howard got there, the powers that be are happy to have him and generously show him around the LA of the future. As the philosophy of this new society gradually comes into focus, Howard becomes radicalized and eventually recruited by a revolutionary society.

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Spielberg: Something Evil

WHAT DOES THE PROTAGONIST WANT? Marjorie Worden, the protagonist of Something Evil, is a housewife, mother and craftsy person, married to ad-man Paul. She wants a house in the country.

WHAT DOES THE PROTAGONIST GET? Marjorie gets a house in the country. A house…of evil!

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Sam and the Firefly

P.D. Eastman, Wikipedia says, was a protege of Dr. Seuss. His Go, Dog. Go! is a staple of the beginning-to-read set, and his Are You My Mother? is always welcome around my house. But for my money, Sam and the Firefly is not only Eastman’s crowning achievement, it is also a compact, brisk, efficient course in storytelling, a small masterwork of character, plot and dramatic structure, far more accomplished than the much-more-famous, but ultimately-rather-meta The Cat in the Hat, and all achieved with a set of words designed for a 5-year-old to read.

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Movie Night With Urbaniak: Ben-Hur

To fans of Movie Night With

, my apologies: Urbaniak and I have been watching movies together with more or less our usual frequency, I just haven’t been writing about it so much, as I’ve been busy writing a haunted house script. Anyway, in the past couple of weeks we’ve watched Alice Doesn’t Live Here Any More and New York, New York. They’re good, you should watch them. Martin Scorsese, talented guy. You heard it here first.

And I mentioned Ben-Hur in somecontext or other in a conversation with Urbaniak, and Urbaniak replied that he’d never seen it before. And I was like “Dude! You’ve never seen Ben-Hur? It’s the greatest movie ever made.” So we set aside a couple of movie nights to watch this milestone in Hollywood Bible-movie history.

To be honest, I was nervous as a kitten. I’ve been watching Ben-Hur on a regular basis since I was a child and when I got the screenwriting bug I discovered it all over again, and for you young screenwriters out there I direct you to study Ben-Hur‘s structure because it’s really awfully good. And I’m not someone who sits around watching Bible epics as a rule. But I wasn’t sure how it was going to come off to a hepcat indie-stalwart like Urbaniak. I felt like I was bringing a date home to meet the parents — would he like Hur? Generally, when Urbaniak and I sit around watching a movie together, he talks about the acting and I talk about the screenplay. Or rather, he teaches me things about the acting I wasn’t seeing before and I jabber on about scene structure and dialogue and he makes grunts of understanding.

And while the screenplay of Ben-Hur is a relentless, stakes-ever-raising plot machine, the acting, mm, the acting is a little Technicolor let’s say. So I wasn’t sure if there was going to be much in it for Urbaniak to appreciate.

When I rediscovered Ben-Hur in my 30s it blew me away so completely that I went backward and forward from The Ten Commandments to Cleopatra watching every big-screen, big-budget Technicolor Bible and/or historical epic I could find to see if maybe there were other great screenplays out there that have somehow been overshadowed by their bloated production values. Nope, turns out not. Ben-Hur, as near as I can tell, is the only one of the genre that works. All the other ones feel like pageants and spectacles, visually stunning but dramatically inert.

[A digression: one Passover weekend, I was sitting at home flipping channels on my little black-and-white TV and landed, momentarily, on The Ten Commandments. This is the ten seconds or so that happened to be on when I landed there:

THE PALACE, DAY
(The Egyptian queen is going to get to the bottom of this whole Moses thing.)
QUEEN. (to servant, imperiously) Fetch me my chariot! I am going to Goshen!

(Dissolve to:)

A HOVEL, GOSHEN, NIGHT
(Moses’s mom and sister sit by the fire, shucking peas. We hear the sounds of horses and wooden wheels, off. Sister looks up, alarmed.)
SISTER. (to Mom) What’s that? A chariot? Here? In Goshen?

End of digression.]

Why does Ben-Hur work when all the others don’t? Well, it contains some very good filmmaking, there’s one thing it’s got going for it. It’s visually sumptuous and splendorously spectacular in an old-fashioned Hollywood way, but in many ways it’s shot in a much more modern style than, say, The Robe. And while I can easily say that it contains Charlton Heston’s best, most accomplished, most nuanced performance, the fact remains that he is still Charlton Heston — a shiny golden boy with astonishing physical presence and little noticeable acting talent. When Judah Ben-Hur feels something, there’s little guesswork on the part of the audience as to what the emotion is — Heston doesn’t “indicate” or “emote” in the ham actor sense, he practically screams whatever inner turmoil his character is experiencing. He glowers, he snarls, he beams, he contorts his body into ridiculous, kabuki-level pretzels in order to show us Judah’s anger, pride, joy or misery.

No, what makes Ben-Hur work after fifty years is, you may have already guessed, the screenplay, which does so many things right it constitutes a miniature screenwriting course all by itself. It contains one of my favorite Inciting Incidents ever, when Judah’s sister accidentally knocks a roof tile down upon an Important Roman Guy during a parade. This tiny event sets a gigantic, life-changing set of plot-points into motion, culminating in, of all things, the crucifixion of Jesus.

Hard upon this great Inciting Incident is Judah’s Gap. Judah takes the blame for his sister’s accident, thinking his wealth and friendship with the local constable will protect him and his family. What happens instead is his family is thrown in prison and he is sent to work as a slave in the galley of a Roman warship. Judah’s Gap then widens when the ship’s ranking officer, Arrias, recognizing something noble in Judah’s character, undoes his chains prior to an important battle. It widens still further when, after saving Arrias’s life, Judah is made a Roman citizen, and so on.

(By looking at a crucial moment in history through the lens of one man’s journey through its various classes and societies, Ben-Hur anticipates, improbably enough, Forrest Gump. And the intimacy of Ben-Hur‘s story-line [it’s really about only a handful of characters] set against its spectacular, cast-of-thousands background is what sets it apart from “great man” epics like Gandhi or The Greatest Story Ever Told or the aforementioned, must-to-avoid Ten Commandments. Ben-Hur is a personal story, even a private story, not a historical drama.  Like The Godfather, Part II, the story it tells is epic, and its running time is quite long, but each individual scene is a model of compactness and efficiency.)

One of the key phrases in story construction is “But There Was One Thing They Had Forgotten.” Ben-Hur is a virtual compendium of “But There Was One Thing They Had Forgotten” moments. Judah thinks his wealth and political connections will save him, but he has forgotten that the Important Roman Guy the tile fell on is his Roman friend Messala’s new boss, who has been charged with getting the Jews in line in Judea. Pilate grants Judah Roman citizenship, thinking that Judah will be overjoyed to finally be on the winning side, but he has forgotten that Judah was thrown into slavery because of the same oppressive Roman regime that Pilate represents. Judah goes to Jerusalem to see Jesus crucified, but he has forgotten that he’s actually met the guy before, when he was on his way to the Roman galleys. And so forth.

Then there’s the still-awesome chariot race, which I’ve touched on before when discussing The Phantom Menace, but for those coming in late, the upshot of the thing is that the chariot race in Ben-Hur comes after about two and a half hours of relentless plot regarding Judah’s doomed friendship with Messala, his Roman ex-friend who consigned Judah’s mother and sister to prison and is responsible for what Judah believes is their deaths. The stakes are ratcheted up to absurd heights leading up to the race until the tension is all but unbearable, and then the race itself unfurls with a brutal elegance and technical sophistication still unbeaten in cinema history. In contrast, the pod race in The Phantom Menace involves a kid we just met racing against a creature we barely know, because some people who he ran into at the junk shop need a spare part for their space ship. The race itself is a technical marvel, but to compare the two in story terms is a futile exercise.

(The recent 4-disc reissue also includes the 1925 silent version of the movie, which, although it contains some pretty silly Silent Hollywood filmmaking, is well worth watching for the chariot race, which is, in some ways, even more accomplished and startling than the 1959 version.)

The story of Ben-Hur also works, by the way, as a drama about the hubris and folly of imperialism. Funny how I never noticed that before now.

Finally, I should just say, you know, I have very little patience in my life for Christian fundamentalism. But the whole Jesus aspect of Ben-Hur works for me because the filmmakers have chosen, wisely I think, to concentrate on the philosophical and humanist aspects of the Christ message instead of the “follow me or you’re going to hell” and the “all other faiths but mine are wrong” aspects. It makes Ben-Hur a drama about a man’s spiritual awakening instead of a tract designed to frighten or cajole.


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Garfield update

First there was Garfield with Garfield silent. And I saw that it was good.

Then there was Garfield without Garfield. And I saw that it was also good.

Next I suppose it will be Garfield without anybody, just a low horizontal line, and it will be better than ever.  Then it will simply be three blank rectangles, and then it will finally be gone.

Via the newly-engaged Heidi at The Beat (congratulations Heidi!) and LJ-er Matthew High (of whose marital status I am ignorant).hit counter html code

Spielberg: The Sugarland Express

WHAT DOES THE PROTAGONIST WANT? Lou Jean Poplin wants what many Spielberg protagonists want — she wants her broken family made whole again. She is willing to do anything to achieve this goal, including a long list of felonies, crimes and misdemeanors. This leads her afoul of the state.

WHAT DOES THE PROTAGONIST GET? The state waffles, but eventually comes down on Lou Jean pretty damn hard.

The Sugarland Express is reminiscent of a number of other movies, most of which would not come out until years or even decades afterward. It has the baby-obsessed heroine of Raising Arizona, the populist-heist dramedy of Dog Day Afternoon, the over-the-top car chases of The Blues Brothers and the sunny hick humor of any number of70s modern outlaw pictures. It takes place against the backdrop of the same Texas as No Country For Old Men (there’s a crusty old police captain who has the exact same relationship Sheriff Bell has to Moss, and the climactic car-chase even ends smack in the middle of the Rio Grande, and one half-expects Josh Brolin to come running along, chased by a dog) and has the doomed-lovers-on-the-run aspect of Bonnie and Clyde and Badlands.

Ed in Raising Arizona wants a baby from her class superiors, but Lou Jean’s beef is with the state — they have taken her child away from her for being an unfit mother. So the drama of The Sugarland Express is one of the individuals against the state and how the state responds when order is upset by an individual. Especially when the individual inspires thousands of other individuals — in other words, “the people,” the same people the state is supposed to be serving.

The structure goes something like this:

ACT I: Lou Jean busts her husband Clovis out of jail, they hitch a ride out of town, lead a state patrol car on a wild chase, kidnap a Patrolman named Slide and head to Sugarland, where Lou Jean hopes to be reunited with her baby. All this happens in a brisk 22 minutes.

ACT II: The principal antagonist, Captain Tanner, emerges and marshals the forces of the state against Lou Jean. He leads a number of patrol cars across the state on a slow-speed chase behind Lou Jean that lasts into the night. He considers assassinating Lou Jean and Clovis but then thinks better of it. A roadblock trap backfires and creates a traffic snarl that allows Lou Jean to escape into the night. This takes us to 57:00.

ACT III: Lou Jean and Clovis have a respite where they hide out in a used car lot, where they camp in a mobile home, play house and watch a Roadrunner cartoon at a nearby drive-in. In the morning, a couple of unlicensed yahoos show up with shotguns and proceed to blow the hell out of the car lot. Captain Tanner arrives with his men and allows Lou Jean to go free again, while he arrests the yahoos. This takes us to 1:17:00.

ACT IV: Lou Jean leads what is now hundreds of police cars, media vans and onlookers across the state. They are swamped by well-wishers as they pass through a small town and eventually arrive in Sugarland, where, unbeknownst to them, a trap has been set by Captain Tanner. Clovis is shot and he, Slide and Lou Jean desperately try to make it for the border. They make it halfway through the river before Clovis dies and Lou Jean is arrested.

(The end title tells us that Lou Jean finally got her baby back after serving a 15-month prison sentence — that would make her and her son just the right age to become Melinda Dillon and Carey Guffey in Close Encounters.)

NOTES:

A few minutes into the movie, Lou Jean, while visiting Clovis in a low-security prison, pulls him into a bathroom and begins to initiate sex. Clovis is flustered and upset, especially when it turns out Lou Jean doesn’t want sex at all — it’s all part of her escape plan. This is the first time a sex scene is played for laughs in a Spielberg movie, but it would not be the last. It would take, by my estimation, another 20 years before Spielberg would present a mature, straightforward scene of two people having sex.

And as long as we’re here, let’s look at the romance between Lou Jean and Clovis.  Lou Jean busts Clovis out of jail against his will, then forces him to kidnap Patrolman Slide, and essentially keeps kicking his ass forward until he’s dead.  It’s played well, but that’s essentially the dynamic of their relationship.  That, to me, is something other than a mature view of love.  It almost seems like Lou Jean would be better off getting her baby all by herself, since she has to boss Clovis into every transgression (much like Ed in Raising Arizona, except here Lou Jean is the protagonist).  It’s telling that Clovis’s idea of a romantic evening is curling up on the bed and watching Roadrunner cartoons — he’s still just a kid himself.

Spielberg’s use of lenses and camera movement is as fluid and skilled as it is in Duel; what impresses here is his work with actors. There is a warm naturalism to all the acting, especially among the large supporting cast, which is essentially the yokels and goofballs from the “armada” scene in Jaws stretched out over an entire movie. Spielberg presents these yahoos with great affection and humanity. There is plenty of typical Spielbergian wit and punch as scenes move with an effortless grace created through sheer visual kinetics — Character A moves from point 1 to point 2, carrying prop B which is important to plot point 3, etc. etc. The character scenes all land nicely with only occasional broadness, but Spielberg really lets loose with the car chases and shootouts. You can tell that’s where his real interest lies — or rather, you can tell that action is what he’s more comfortable shooting (this dichotomy of action-over-character is most pronounced in 1989’s Always).

Captain Tanner is an interesting antagonist, as he is essentially sympathetic with the protagonist. As a man, he wants Lou Jean to be reunited with her child, as a peace officer (or tool of the state, if you prefer) he is required to act with lethal force to maintain order. The fact that no one’s life is ever really in danger and the only real property damage caused by Lou Jean is a wreck Buick does not concern the state — she has rebelled against the state and the state must quash her rebellion. One could say that Tanner is caught between the natural law of human families and the man’s law of the state.

Lou Jean and Clovis hit the road with their kidnapped patrolman in an attempt to mend their family, and so become a kind of ad hoc family on the way. Max Slide becomes their punished child, their palling brother and their scolding father at different times in the movie, and even briefly becomes a potential point in a romantic triangle.

There’s a wonderful scene as Lou Jean and Clovis watch the Roadrunner cartoon at the drive-in. They can’t hear the sound, so Clovis begins to supply the sound effects. As he watches the cartoon, he, and we, begin to realize that Lou Jean and Clovis, like the Coyote, are caught in an endless pursuit across the desert, a pursuit that will not, and cannot, end well for the Coyote.

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Yay Oscars!

I am, of course, mightily pleased that my favorite movie of 2007, No Country For Old Men, won the big awards last night. For those just joining the conversation, or those who are wondering why No Country was actually the year’s Best Picture, my thoughts on the movie can be found here: part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4. If that is not enough Coen analysis for you, the whole kit and kaboodle of my thoughts on the Coens movies can be found here.

I know I’m getting old when the Oscars start making sense to me.


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Spielberg: Duel

WHAT DOES THE PROTAGONIST WANT? David Mann has a suburban house, a wife, two boys and some kind of routine sales job that requires him to make trips along the desert highways of Southern California.

What does he want? Well, like any middle-aged, middle-class cog, we could say he simply wants to get ahead. This desire is given a simple, direct, clear expression when he decides to pass a huge, filthy road-hog tanker truck while traveling to a meeting somewheredown the road.

What does he get? Well the driver of the tanker apparently decides to kill him for his sin of trying to get ahead.

Duel shows that with enough skill and planning, a decent movie can be wrung out of the simplest of premises. There is little dialogue in Duel, and the dialogue that’s there feels like too much (and an extended monologue Mann has at the close of Act I feels like way too much). The idea that a movie this austere and peculiar would be someone’s debut is audacious enough, but the idea that it would be a TV movie-of-the-week, shot in 12 days and broadcast a few days later, is pretty freakin’ astonishing. An apologetic Hitchcock homage (the music explicitly quotes a number of Bernard Herrman themes), Duel announces the arrival of a skilled technician already in firm control of the tools of relentless suspense.

The structure is basically this:

ACT I: Mann sets out for his trip. He has a couple of encounters with the truck and begins to suspect that the truck, for whatever reason, has it in for him. After an apparent attempt on his life, he stops to rest at Chuck’s Diner, where he worries that the driver of the rig is watching him, judging him. He lashes out at a man he’s convinced is the driver, but is proven wrong and made to look like a fool. He continues on his journey.

ACT II: The truck harasses Mann some more, and its attempts to kill him become pronounced and distinct. This is no coincidence, the truck is honestly trying to kill him. After a number of these attempts, Mann fools the truck into bypassing him and takes another rest.

ACT III: Mann’s attempt to elude the truck fail, and the third act is pretty much one long chase scene as Mann desperately tries to turn the tables on the truck.

SOME SUBTEXT: While sweating it out in Chuck’s diner, Mann whines to himself about how one simple thing can tear away the veneer of civilization and put a man “right back in the jungle,” but the laws of Duel seem to have a more medieval origin. “Honor” plays a significant role: the protagonist is a man stuck in an early-seventies world where honor, specifically masculine honor, is under constant attack. His wife criticizes him for not defending her honor at a party, he whinges at the prospect of his mother coming to visit (a prospect that reduces him to a child), he gripes to a gas-station attendant that he’s not the boss of his house, a caller on a radio show he listens to complains about how not having a job has removed his title of “head of family.” (Family is a burden in Duel, a rarity in Spielberg’s work, although not surprising in a movie made by a 21-year-old. 21!) When Mann(the extra “n” is for extra iNadequacy!)’s life is in danger, “real men” in cowboy boots glare pitilessly at him, old men laugh at him, he is made to sit my himself in the “pink section” of the diner, where he can barely muster the manliness to order the ultra-un-macho meal of a cheese sandwich and a glass of water. It doesn’t help his case that Mann, as played by Dennis Weaver, with his tidy mustache, at times resembles a weak-jawed Burt Reynolds.

Balancing “honor” in a civilized world, of course, is “duty.” Mann has a duty to his family, to his job, to the middle-class suburban society he represents. He’s a Civilized Man, and his sense of duty is so great that, even after he suspects that his life is in danger, he still proceeds to his job appointment — even after the truck has tried to shove his car into the path of an oncoming train and he’s hours late for his appointment, Mann does not turn around and head home — he grimly pushes ahead. Perhaps he feels his duty to his family is that great, or perhaps he decides he would rather be fighting for his life with a homicidal maniacthan back home with his shrewish wife and burdensome kids.

(To beat the truck, he runs at it head on, shoves his briefcase marked “David Mann” [his briefcase is his life] against the gas pedal and dives out of the car, abandoning his life, and his suburban morality, seemingly once and for all.)

In Act II, Mann is required to stop to help a stalled school bus get started again — his attachment to suburban responsibilities extend even into his life-or-death struggle in the desert. As he valiantly attempts to assist the bus (the car he drives is even called a Valiant, I am not making this up), the suburban kids make faces and jeer at him for his lameness. (I’m surprised his Valiant is red — the character is about as beige as they come.) The movie not called Truck Fight or Meaningless Attack, it’s called Duel, and one recalls that a duel begins when one’s honor has been offended.

The truck, of course, knows no honor at all. Its filth and smoke stand as a symbol of pollution, its size and aggression stand as symbols of everything that pushes Mann around and makes him feel small and helpless. To string all the symbols along, one could say that the tanker truck symbolizes the heartless, homicidal oil economy (cf There Will Be Blood) that created the middle class that Mann belongs to, and also created the automobile culture that allowed for the suburbs in which he lives so safely.

(Spielberg insists, by the way, that he was thinking of none of this while shooting Duel, and I believe him, but that doesn’t mean that the meaning is not there.  My guess is that the highly skilled direction belongs to the young director and the cultural symbolism comes from the writer Richard Matheson.)

(Or maybe the truck is meant to symbolize a more pure evil. After all, it has “FLAMMABLE” written in huge letters on its sides [although it pointedly does not explode when it falls off a cliff] and it is involved in a set piece staged at a gas station called “Snakarama.”)

SOME CONTEXT: Mann and his bespectacled, civilized-man-in-the-moral-jungle predicament recall the protagonist of Straw Dogs (Mann’s wife even complains of being “almost raped” by another man), the physical predicament allude to Wages of Fear (and predict Sorcerer, its remake), the motiveless-evil of the truck recalls The Birds and anticipates Halloween and Death Proof. I don’t know if Hitchcock saw Duel, but its out-of-control downhill car chase is echoed in Family Plot.

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