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L.A. Rebellion
L.A. Rebellion
Creating a New Black Cinema
EDITED BY
Allyson Nadia Field, Jan-Christopher Horak, and Jacqueline Najuma Stewart
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1. African American motion picture producers and directors—California—Los Angeles—History—20th century. 2. Independent filmmakers—California—Los Angeles—History—20th century. 3. Independent films—California—Los Angeles—History—20th century. 4. Experimental films—California—Los Angeles—History—20th century. I. Field, Allyson Nadia, 1976–editor. II. Horak, Jan-Christopher, editor. III. Stewart, Jacqueline Najuma, 1970–editor.
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For Elyseo Taylor and Teshome Gabriel
Contents
Preface: Once upon a Time in the West . . . L.A. Rebellion
Clyde Taylor
Acknowledgements
Introduction: Emancipating the Image—The L.A. Rebellion of Black Filmmakers
Allyson Nadia Field, Jan-Christopher Horak, and Jacqueline Najuma Stewart
PART ONE. CRITICAL ESSAYS
1 Threads and Nets: The L.A. Rebellion in Retrospect and in Motion
Chuck Kleinhans
2 Rebellious Unlearning: UCLA Project One Films (1967–1978)
Allyson Nadia Field
3 Tough Enough: Blaxploitation and the L.A. Rebellion
Jan-Christopher Horak
4 Anticipations of the Rebellion: Black Music and Politics in Some Earlier Cinemas
David E. James
5 Re/soundings: Music and the Political Goals of the L.A. Rebellion
Morgan Woolsey
6 Struggles for the Sign in the Black Atlantic: Los Angeles Collective of Black Filmmakers
Michael T. Martin
7 Bruising Moments: Affect and the L.A. Rebellion
Samantha N. Sheppard
8 The L.A. Rebellion Plays Itself
Jacqueline Najuma Stewart
9 Encountering the Rebellion: liquid blackness Reflects on the Expansive Possibilities of the L.A. Rebellion Films
Alessandra Raengo
PART TWO. L.A. REBELLION ORAL HISTORIES
10 L.A. Rebellion Oral Histories
Filmography
Selected Bibliography
List of Contributors
Index
PREFACE
Once upon a Time in the West . . . L.A. Rebellion
CLYDE TAYLOR
I’m not a fan of the Big Bang theory where, in one version, the universe explodes from a subatomic particle, much smaller than a pinpoint. But the image of the Big Bang in reverse does capture me, with Total Everything spinning in a whirlwind back to this one infinitesimal spark. In this memory capsule, I want to follow some threads in rewind to capture partial, personal glimpses of the L.A. Rebellion, hoping to focus some particulars of the cultural scenes it swam in and also highlight some threads that its energy small-banged into the cultural firmament.
A good place to start is the African Film Society. One day in the mid-1970s, VèVè Clark, my brilliant friend and colleague in UC Berkeley’s Black Studies Department, called me (and eighty others, she said) and said don’t miss the film playing that night at the Pacific Film Archive, UC Berkeley’s articulate cinematheque. The film was Haile Gerima’s Harvest: 3,000 Years (1976), a world-class masterpiece easily placed between Chaplin and Kurosawa. I was blown away, as any great film can do to you. But who made this film? Out of what matrix? An Ethiopian? Before I reached the aisle to exit, I was plotting to know more. Each step down the stadium staircase brought another thought. There must be an association that promotes such films. At the time, I didn’t know three African films, but if more existed, I was going to find and support them. There must be some African film society somewhere. By the third step, my conclusion was fixed: if there isn’t, I’m going to start one.
FIGURE P.1. Harvest: 3,000 Years , (Dir. Haile Gerima, 1976).
The African Film Society (AFS) began in 1976 as a small group of Bay Area media- and PR-savvy cultural activists and artists. The original core included my wife, Marti Wilson-Taylor, and Valerie Jo Bradley, Edsel Matthews, Iris Harvey, and Sandra and Fasil Demissie, with other generous spirits like Juma Santos and Ed Guerrero pitching in. We planned and organized film screenings based on improvised research into African filmmaking. We focused on African film from the jump, thinking it the newest and neediest scene then commanding attention. But we always included Black independent cinema and diaspora films in our brief, even though we hadn’t fully grasped the ferment taking place on the Westwood campus. Still, the trail was due to lead back to Los Angeles.
(For your Butchered History file, from the Wikipedia entry for Film Society
: In 2005 the Musée Dapper in Paris founded the first film society entirely concentrating on the cinema of Africa, the Caribbean and the African-American diaspora—the occasion being the celebration of 50 years of African Cinema.
)
Our crusade had a limited reach, with audiences sometimes as small as forty people. But it also stretched to different ends. We learned a good deal more about Africa, which we put to use in our individual ways, I in classrooms and writing. We dug into a crash course on film language and history. And just as one reminder that it was not all about Los Angeles, one of our principle advisors, mentor, really, was our friend, New York documentary master St. Clair Bourne, during one of his many sojourns in California, at one stretch teaching film techniques to the rebels
at UCLA. Another friend was blossoming actor Danny Glover, who says that his interest in African films began at AFS screenings. Glover has had more impact on home-based African movies than any other American, through his acting, producing, and bringing African films to U.S. television. (He also acted in Charles Burnett’s To Sleep with Anger [1990] and Namibia: The Struggle for Liberation [2007].)
We soon discovered companion drives advancing the new screen imagery, like Oliver Franklin’s film series at the African American Museum in Philadelphia and Tony Gittens’s Black Film Institute in Washington, DC, which he later massaged into the Washington, DC, International Film Festival. Pearl Bowser was a one-person film institute in herself, programming film series around the country and in Europe. Her dedicated revival of interest in Oscar Micheaux and early race
movies helped the independent scene recognize that the trail had been blazed before.
I’ll never forget a postscreening dialogue after the first AFS screening, between one of our collective and a member of the audience. The viewer said, "Oh, I get it, it is not a professional film. And my film society colleague said,
No, you don’t understand: it is a professional film, it is just not a commercial film." I smiled, thinking I had seen the manure pile of US cultural ignorance blush just a bit.
In the AFS we knew we were among the first doing something that seriously needed to be done. We mounted what was one of the first Black women’s film series. But we were impatient to make this gripping expression go viral
within the bloodstream of our times. As one move to reach a wider audience for African and Black independent films, I took to writing about them. And that brought me back to UCLA.
Back to UCLA
cues another rewind. One of Teshome Gabriel’s early essays became a tattered reference for us in the society. Images of Black People in Cinema
looks like a draft for a book I wish Teshome had gone on to write, and was surely a sketch for a path I would trample for decades to come, including the first comments on the upheaval at UCLA.¹ But I remembered Teshome only slightly from my days as a visiting professor in the UCLA English Department from 1969 to 1972. I needed to get to know him better.
FIGURE P.2. Charles Burnett and Jamaa Fanaka. Collection of Jamaa Fanaka, courtesy Twyla Gordon-Louis, Trustee, Gordon Family Trust.
I have a clearer memory of an afternoon around 1971 when I ran into Elyseo Taylor on campus.² A well-rounded intellectual, Elyseo only occasionally mentioned his work on film production in theater arts. Naturally we stopped to chat about the issues and crises facing Black faculty in those days, like supporting Angela Davis, under fire from the UC Regents or sooner or later menaced by a national witch hunt. Behind Elyseo, as we stood on the walkway close to Bunche Hall, was a group of young men who looked more like construction workers than students, except that the gear they carried was film-production hardware. My side glance caught their bored impatience. But as I re-memory them and put faces onto those figures in the background, I think I see Larry Clark, Haile Gerima, Charles Burnett, and Majid Mahdi—a crossing of paths that would make more sense later.
It was probably Elyseo who insisted that I come to a hall on UCLA’s campus one afternoon to watch African films and meet African filmmakers. My sharpest impression was Paulin Vierya’s short film Afrique sur Seine (1955), basically showing African students strolling about Paris as if their very existence there was remarkable: which it was! No doubt I also saw Ousmane Sembène’s short film Borom Sarret (1963) that afternoon but had no idea what he and that film would mean to me, nor know how much I would have to learn to see in that film some of the dense cinematic and cultural meaning that Manthia Diawara draws out in his book African Film: New Forms of Aesthetics and Politics.³ Need I say that I came to recognize Sembène as one of the greatest film artists of all time?
A few years later, at a panel in New York, Paulin Vierya, who was also a critic and theorist as well as a filmmaker, remarked that African films should be shown on international airliners like the one that brought him to the United States. At the time I thought this was utopian, which it was. But more precisely, it was visionary. These snippets and glimpses from the time when a group of UCLA film students were plotting to reframe the image of Black people in the world anticipated a future when the unthinkable could become thinkable. And while many projections and goals are far from met, these glimpses catch sight of cultural activists who were growing in the health of their visionary creativity. They understood the warning James Baldwin sent in a letter to his nephew: You were born into a society which spelled out with brutal clarity [. . .] that you were a worthless human being. [. . .] You were not expected to aspire to excellence. You were expected to make peace with mediocrity.
⁴ What was afoot at UCLA, and not only among the film students, and not only at UCLA, was a visionary determination to smash those expectations.
So I had many prompts that something special was happening at UCLA and I better get into its wind. Just one more prompt demands mention. Months before I saw Harvest for the first time, Roy Thomas, another provocative colleague in Black studies at UC Berkeley, arranged a screening of Gerima’s Child of Resistance (1972), which parabolically examines the frame-up of Angela Davis. This was another breakthrough moment for me, a bit like hearing Coltrane the first time, except that I was familiar with the roots of Coltrane in Lester Young and Charlie Parker. Heavily symbolic to the point of surrealism, parodic, caricatural, poetic—akin in its way to Edvard Munch’s The Scream—the film made me wonder if cinema could load the kind of impact that had fired off in Baraka’s Black Magic poems or would later terrorize audiences like Melvin Van Peebles’s play Ain’t Supposed to Die a Natural Death (1971).⁵
FIGURE P.3. Child of Resistance (Dir. Haile Gerima, 1972).
We pressed on with screenings in the African Film Society. But I also began writing about what I was seeing and learning. After all these nudges from the grass fires around me—I was a lit-crit professor and a part-time art film buff—I headed down to UCLA to get the story straight before I wrote about it. I went again to L.A. to see films by Charles Burnett, Julie Dash, Barbara McCullough, Ben Caldwell, Alile Sharon Larkin, Larry Clark, Barbara O. Jones, Billy Woodberry—the most vital and accomplished screen representation of Black Americans ever: years later I still stand ready to back up this argument.
It turns out that I caught up with this blast of talent when its fuse was still sizzling. Julie Dash’s promise was clear from her Diary of an African Nun (1977), well before Illusions (1982) and Daughters of the Dust (1991); and I followed Alile Sharon Larkin’s steep ascent from Your Children Come Back to You (1979) to A Different Image (1982). When Larry Clark defended Passing Through (1977) at his UCLA master’s project screening, I sat in the auditorium among a stunned audience. I got to know the filmmakers, heard their problems and dreams, looked over their shoulders at work on the editing table.
FIGURE P.4. Your Children Come Back to You (Dir. Alile Sharon Larkin, 1979).
FIGURE P.5. Promo card for Your Children Come Back to You . Collection of Alile Sharon Larkin.
I witnessed a movement giving birth to itself—that stage of collective creativity and awakening when everything needed to be done for the first time. Each film or discovered filmmaker added a stroke to the developing self-portrait of once-invisible people. Every new film from Sembène or from Cuba, Brazil, or the Philippines, old movies from China, became building blocks of self-knowledge.
The scene was a laboratory for film insurrection. One of the student provocateurs, John Rier, advanced a quest I never forgot: films in which Black people banded together in a common cause and prevailed at the end, something you can see in any Toy Story (Dir. John Lasseter, 1995) but remains verboten for Black characters even to this day in the post-Apartheid American movie industry. It was on the job postdoctoral education. Naturally, I consulted Teshome Gabriel’s generous, nuanced thinking.
At an outdoor lunch on campus, Teshome scratched out three notions on a paper napkin that I modified in the essay New U.S. Black Cinema
about Black independent filmmaking.⁶ In rewind, I think the combative style of interaction in those days and on campus did the gentlemanly humanist personage of Teshome a disservice. He never claimed or got his props
as a contributor to the Rebellion. The hyperauteurist mentality on that scene, on that scrimmage field of exploration and resistance, clouded the impact of a nonfilmmaker like the scholar-theorist-teacher Teshome or an essential performer like Barbara O.
Teshome and I silently carried one bond. He more than I shied away from the risk of being labeled a cultural outsider as critic-scholar—he in the context of an Ethiopian discussing African American representation and I in writing about African film. So I feel a twinge that at that brown-bag lunch that day, he was handing me his notes on Black independent films and moving on. It was an unnecessary and unwanted gallant gesture.
The UCLA film engine got me running, but it wasn’t the only game in town. There was also Bill Greaves and the important episode of Black Journal, the Public Broadcasting television series that premiered in 1968, perhaps the only group action comparable (and preceding) the UCLA movement in the collective training and development of many pioneering film producers. For a while the cliché ran that New York, where Black Journal was based, dominated Black documentaries, while L.A., meaning UCLA, shone among Black independents in fiction and feature films. But that was an oversimplification. Carroll Parrott Blue was outstanding as a UCLA documentarian. And in New York Kathleen Collins, Ronald Gray, Bill Gunn, Charles Lane, Woodie King Jr., Jimmy Mannas, Al Santana, and others, including Bill Greaves himself, made fictional or auteurist documentary films.
I didn’t mind thinking of what I wrote as film journalism. I can look at it as a first draft of a new history of Black image projection. Kalamu ya Salaam agreed to have me write a column about Black film in the Black Collegian, where I hoped to attract Black colleagues to this new historical source of original, independent thinking. I feel no pain revisiting what I wrote in those days. In the 1970s, 1980s, and some of the 1990s it’s possible that I wrote more stuff about Black independents than anybody else. This is less a celebration than a lament.
We had a flash of recognition around 1980 when the African Film Society hosted a reception for Ousmane Sembène in the Bay Area. We had the satisfaction of watching the mutual admiration between Sembène, widely recognized as a great international film director, and Angela Davis, free and no longer hunted, both in full stride as two of the brilliant rebels of the twentieth century, both connected in different ways to the filmmaking insurgence at UCLA.
This rewind projection from Big Bang back to small acts catches moments where we can see a matrix, a film culture, taking shape in the 1970s and growing stronger in the 1980s. By then the Atlanta African Film Society had launched, spearheaded by Ed Spriggs, with Cheryl Chisolm and others. A surprising sister movement sprang up in Britain out of radical and innovative workshops—Ceddo, Sankofa, and Black Audio—producing strong films with the fingerprints of work coming out of UCLA all over them. In the 1980s, Black independents were welcomed and celebrated in the Festival of Pan African Cinema (FESPACO) in Burkina Faso, West Africa. They became invitees to film series in Europe. Solid academic work began to appear, like Ntongela Masilela’s The Los Angeles School of Black Filmmakers.
⁷ Some of this burgeoning activity was sparked directly or indirectly by films from the L.A. Rebellion. And in the roil and mix of the action around this growing film culture, the films from UCLA were always given a special, pedigreed respect.
By the early 1990s, your mind could gather up driblets of impressions, signs of incremental momentum within the Black independent film scene—growing numbers of young women determined to become filmmakers, inspired by Julie Dash; St. Clair Bourne at the center of a network of activity; an army of novitiates entranced by the oratory of Haile Gerima. A special sign of arrival: Toni Cade Bambara, from the royalty of Black literature, had rolled up her sleeves and collaborated with Louis Massiah to make films in Philadelphia, gracing the Black independent film movement with some of its most brilliant interpretation. By then there was no doubt: Black independent film was a movement.
Once, in the mid-1980s, while I was sitting on a funding panel for the National Endowment for the Arts, an application from one of the UCLA filmmakers came through. When I looked in the folder for critiques and reviews of previous works, I was relieved to see a review I had written, noting accurately that this applicant’s film was a singular achievement in American cinema. One of a dozen monkeys jumped off my back, no longer screaming Do something!
Relief twisted sour when I saw that sheet was the only one in the folder. Why hadn’t others taken the time to write reviews? The monkey jumped back into my head, screeching Shouldadonemoooore!
Around the same period, one day I was haunting the cubicles at UCLA where the film students were at work, researching a piece on Black women filmmakers for the Black Collegian. When I got to the station where Alile Sharon Larkin was working on A Different Image, she checked me, saying, I’m not ready for you yet, Clyde.
Not ready for me? The transition slowly dawned on me. In my mind I may have still been an eye-witness sending communiqués back from the front, where we all had stakes in a war to achieve vindication through visibility. But the camaraderie born of a shared venture had slowly shifted; I was also a critic,
a term I have always ditched in favor of cultural historian.
Sharon’s gentle stiff-arm, an unexpected honor perhaps, was a sign of maturing structure in a movement trying to become institutionalized. Before and after, the filmmakers always charmed me with their openness and warmth compared to the cattiness of the Black literati. Black independent film gave me some of the best friendships I ever had. And except for being threatened with an ass kicking on one occasion, or on another being urged to commit intellectual suicide
—both from UCLA cinéastes—Black independents were remarkable for their positive, supportive style, across the board.
Seeing me as a critic might ensure a filmmaker’s identity as a film director for real. It was like the passage in Jean Genet’s The Balcony where a character role playing in a brothel says, My being a judge is conditioned on your being a thief.
Critics
of the kind that pored over Jean Renoir or Kurosawa were rare if not nonexistent for the upsurgent Black film movement, unaware of what they were missing. But in their absence, I later recognized, some directors, Africans among them, needed imagined scenes where some visible critic woefully misunderstood or neglected their finer artistic flourishes. And if I happened to be in the area, I would do nicely as a target for their verbal lances, just like a windmill walking into a Don Quixote phantasm.
When we look at later developments like the African Film Festival in New York, based at Lincoln Center, or New York’s African Diaspora Film Festival, the Pan African Film Festival in Los Angeles, and dozens of other film series sprawled about the country, we can see that much of this was bound to happen. But a couple of these outcomes came about directly or indirectly from the spark of films from the L.A. Rebellion. In Washington, DC, David Nicholson started Black Film Review, which under the direction of Jacquie Jones continued to assert the reality of a Black film movement. An archive came later, and academic recognition, bibliographies, filmographies. (But a curious side note: Once, on a panel in Milan when I was being scolded by an African director because you
don’t show enough African films in the United States, I said and discovered as I spoke, that we
were giving African films more exposure at festivals than US Black independent films.)
FIGURE P.6. Production photograph, A Different Image (Dir. Alile Sharon Larkin, 1982). collection of Alile Sharon Larkin.
• • •
That’s it!
John Hanhardt, the broad-visioned director of the Film and Video Program at the Whitney Museum of American Art, said to the theme and title L.A. Rebellion.
This was one of several I had scratched out as possibilities for a series I was to curate showcasing Black independent films. I flinched a bit and started backtracking against my own suggestion. Wasn’t this title too snappy, almost commercial in the way Hollywood might market a project? Too much the lingo of Variety? As a onetime Angelino, I understood the distaste for the slangy el ay
shorthand for Los Angeles. I knew well the danger of catchy historical labels like the Harlem Renaissance,
which gather the focus of an attention-deficit public while sapping the nuance and variety of a whole cultural period. As my master teacher Sterling Brown famously said, It wasn’t in Harlem, and it wasn’t a renaissance.
The Black Arts movement
was another shortcut description whose verve and imprecision I had watched close-up. Was I like a tabloid journalist betraying his sources
and material? I sweated out my choice, leaning toward duller titles. But Oscar Wilde was probably right: An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
Fortunately, I never heard accusations of betrayal from the two constituencies I did not want to let down: UCLA filmmakers themselves and the many committed independent film professionals from outside that circle. So, the tag stuck, as a handy ID for films and directors and a movement that was due to get some fragments of the success and celebration it deserves.
When I tried to put a written frame around what I was learning from the UCLA film artists and others, I was pushed to new understandings. Soon after the Whitney event, I was writing that the Rebellion films, along with other Black independents, offered the truest and most valuable on-screen representations of Black people ever fashioned in the United States. But how to explain: how and why was this true, then and now?
I think the Black film movement found it challenging to put into words what success would look like on the screen. I once wrote of a realness dimension,
hoping later to find a way to pin down this abstraction. Authentic portrayals
as an ideal also has pitfalls, since as we know, authenticity can be faked, or overrated. Positive images
invites uncritical acceptance of mediocrity and pandering.
For me now, the description that best fits the achieved success of the movement is the realization of humanistic or humanized representations. When I say humanist, I’m remembering another outbreak against the intellectual limits of its times that rose up in Europe in the 1400s and 1500s. Thinkers and artists calling themselves humanists affirmed the primary significance of human beings compared to the medieval church’s view of people as just so much vermin on God’s sleeves. These European reformers tried to liberate their worlds from the religious superstitions of the Dark Ages. The L.A. Rebellion affirmed the significant humanity of its subject against the ethnic superstitions of Americanist movies.
Like the European humanists, the UCLA directors had cosmopolitan inspirations. The earlier movement was inspired by ancient Greek and Roman models. The UCLA rebels saw models in the wave of postcolonial, international directors like Tomás Gutiérrez Alea and Sara Gomez in Cuba, Ousmane Sembène and Souleymane Cissé in West Africa, Glauber Rocha and Nelson Pereira dos Santos of Brazil, Jean-Luc Godard in France, and the Italian neorealists. With the weapons of style and methodology they grabbed from this research, the UCLA filmmakers broke out of the orbit of cultural Americanism.
But the film art movement coming out of Westwood and South Central Los Angeles was not defined by a uniform style or method, like cubism or abstract expressionism. When I think of the UCLA body of work I am reminded of a display at an exhibition of African art at the Guggenheim in New York over a decade ago. Ten Ethiopian sculptures stood together, each about five feet high, each imposing its own majesty and charisma but lending its force to an aggregation of power not possible to each alone. We know that the UCLA film artists were engaged, they had something to prove. And their intellectual independence was married to stylistic insurgencies that are particular and refreshingly different from each other. In fact, many of their films are declarations of creative individuality—the best known of them are nearly all manifesto films.
The revolutionary intensity of these film artists gives their images the declarative insistence of manifestos, but at the same time, this intensity often gels into scenes of choreographed ritual. Broadly, these are rituals of dedication to truths untold but inscribed in the signature style of each director. Barbara McCullough’s Water Ritual #1: An Urban Rite of Purification (1979) embraces ritual enactment comprehensively. But it also takes flesh in Daughters of the Dust in the kissing of Nana Peasant’s hand,
or again in the call to action by the African horn in Passing Through, the symbolic transformations of I & I: An African Allegory (Dir. Ben Caldwell, 1979), the Bitter Earth
scene in Killer of Sheep (Dir. Charles Burnett, 1977), and the group sledge-hammering of a television set in Gerima’s Child of Resistance. We should not have expected that when the shadow of obscurantism was lifted from Black humanity there would be only one size fits all.
But the most powerful gain to be drawn from this work remains the spectacle of Black people in full flight as beings-for-themselves instead of fantasy-beings for-others. The fabulous cinematic liberation, brought off with flair, is this refusal to answer the bell of Americanist expectations, these filmmakers releasing themselves of the burden of race, of the servile duties of otherness.
It is not simply that the films are made with Black viewers in mind instead of being tailored for a White gaze. The viewer of Killer of Sheep is not invited to view people under the sociological lens of Blackness as lack, with condescending pity, as in Sounder (Dir. Martin Ritt, 1972) or The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman (Dir. John Korty, 1974), but to spend sympathetic time with Black people in a narrative where the most significant meaning lies within them, not within the gaze of some idealized White observer, either inside or outside the text. Instead, the films suggest humans as individuals with intrinsic worth, with spiritualized connections to each other, and with potential, aspirational roles in history in the widest sense.
Funny things happen when actual Black people show up as masquerades of their spook image, as Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man demonstrates. Any Hollywood movie that grants some humanistic glimpse of Black Americans is, predictably, grossly misunderstood and usually dismissed. Beloved (Dir. Jonathan Demme, 1998) and The Cotton Club (Dir. Francis Ford Coppola, 1984) are two instances that come to mind. Hollywood producers routinely reject many Black-authored scripts because there is no story,
because the humanity of Black people expressing itself could not possibly be story,
or only weak story at best.
When humanized images are presented by Black independents in fuller, more concentrated doses, the disconnect becomes absurd. While making Losing Ground (1982), Kathy Collins lost the promised use of a neighbor’s mansion who, after she read the script, refused cooperation, because these are not anything like the Black people that I know.
When Julie Dash took Daughters of the Dust to theater distributors, some rejected it as a foreign movie.
It took the high-art section of American film culture three decades to recognize Killer of Sheep not as a low-budget home movie but as a national heirloom. Only when you can accept the truth of this hidden humanity can you also see the beauty of the works. Quoting Oscar Wilde again: When they say a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new.
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This wonderful project to celebrate, preserve, and archive this extraordinary cultural manifestation at UCLA, for which we owe gratitude to its dedicated organizers, is an atypical and rare event in our era of gilded banalities. More than allowing me to pay some dues, this rewind calls to mind some corrections to the Up from the Ghetto self-congratulation the US explanation industry bestows on minority
cultural accomplishments. It was never ordained that these talented young people, and only they, could and would make the creative leaps that they did. For each of them, there were always handfuls of other young kids harboring sparks of genius that got ground down before they could even make it to a newly more open UCLA. And it is too easy to acknowledge the brilliance of the survivors and push aside the sodden, degraded national mental culture they had to slog through while growing their art, or to dismiss the lingering resistance to their gifts today, as well as to young people who come after them.
FIGURE P.7. Production photograph of Penny Bannerman (continuity) and Barbara O. Jones (assistant camera) on the set of Passing Through (Dir Larry Clark, 1977). Collection of Larry Clark.
Those who might dismiss the preservation of these films as something like storing a time capsule are mistaken. These films are still radioactive in the present cultural landscape. It only took one black swan to disprove the myth that all swans were white. It only took one Black presidency to help us see that all the others were White presidencies. And it only takes one L.A. Rebellion to . . . I leave it to you to fill out the rest.
Yes, it was in Los Angeles. And, yes, it was a rebellion. May it never end.
NOTES
1. Teshome Gabriel, Images of Black People in Cinema: A Historical Over-View,
Ufahamu: A Journal of African Studies 6, no. 2 (1976): 133–67.
2. See the editors’ introduction to the present volume for a full discussion of Elyseo Taylor.
3. Manthia Diawara, African Cinema: New Forms of Aesthetics and Politics (New York: Prestel, 2010).
4. Quoted in ibid. Regarding suspension points in this volume, bracketed ellipses in quoted material indicate omissions; those without brackets represent pauses in speech.
5. Amiri Baraka (as LeRoi Jones), Black Magic: Sabotage, Target Study, Black Art; Collected Poetry, 1961–1967 (Indianapolis: Bobbs-Merrill, 1969). Unpublished, Van Peebles’s play opened at Sacramento State College in 1970, then moved to Off-Broadway, and in October 1971 opened on Broadway (Ethel Barrymore Theatre).
6. Clyde Taylor, New U.S. Black Cinema,
Jump Cut 28 (April 1983): 41, 46–48, www.ejumpcut.org/archive/onlinessays/JC28folder/NewBlackCinema.html.
7. Ntongela Masilela, The Los Angeles School of Black Filmmakers,
in Black American Cinema, ed. Manthia Diawara (New York: Routledge, 1993), 107–17.
8. Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man, in The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde, vol. 4, Criticism: Historical Criticism,
Intentions,
The Soul of Man
(London: Oxford University Press, 2007), 251.
Acknowledgements
The L.A. Rebellion Project took shape in 2009 as a UCLA Film & Television Archive endeavor to find, recover, restore, preserve and catalog the films of the group of filmmakers who have come to be known as the L.A. Rebellion, funded by the Getty Foundation in connection with their Pacific Standard Time: Art in L.A. 1945–1980 initiative. At first, we thought that the L.A. Rebellion comprised the work of about ten to twelve filmmakers. As our research progressed, however, we discovered over fifty filmmakers who were involved to various degrees with L.A. Rebellion filmmaking, along with over one hundred film titles. As the scope grew, the project expanded to cover five main components. First, we sought to locate both films and papers for collection and preservation at UCLA. Many of the films turned out to have been lost, suffered damage, faded, or survived only as video copies, so the preservation of any original material by making new negatives, digital files and prints was an immediate priority. Another priority was collecting the papers and surviving documents of Larry Clark, Julie Dash, Jamaa Fanaka, Alile Sharon Larkin, Barbara McCullough, and others, which are now housed at UCLA Library Special Collections. This was one of the first projects in the history of the UCLA Film & Television Archive to involve every staff member, and we thank each of them for their enthusiastic and exceptional work throughout this massive undertaking. In addition to striking new prints for circulation, the UCLA Film & Television Archive launched a comprehensive website for broader community access and for students, researchers, and enthusiasts (www.cinema.ucla.edu/la-rebellion). The website has dedicated pages to the filmmakers, full filmographies, an interactive timeline, and information about accessing archival materials. It also has a section for the Project One films (the first films made by students at UCLA); these can be streamed in their entirety directly from the website. The website was created by Kelly Graml, Kevin Crust, and Jennifer Rhee, and content was provided by the curators and students in Allyson Nadia Field’s graduate seminar on the L.A. Rebellion in the fall of 2011.
The second component was the recording of oral histories with filmmakers and fellow travelers,
people who were at UCLA at the same time and taught or worked with the L.A. Rebellion filmmakers. These oral histories, selections from which are included in this volume, have provided invaluable background for thinking about the social, political and personal factors that shaped these artists and their work. The oral histories were conducted by the curators and videotaped by Robyn Charles, and are archived in their entirety at UCLA. A number of graduate students provided invaluable research assistance, credit transcription, oral history transcription, and the inventory of papers. We are grateful to Tony Best, Michael Bright, Yasmin Damshenas, Michelle Geary, Jane’a Johnson, Michael Kmet, Kelly Lake, Nina Lavelanet, Kevin McMahon, Diamond McNeil, Samuel Prime, Samantha Sheppard, and Maya Smukler.
The third part of the L.A. Rebellion Project was a three-month long film exhibition L.A. Rebellion. Creating a New Black Cinema
held at UCLA’s Billy Wilder Theater (and which has subsequently traveled nationally and internationally). Curated by the editors of this volume and Shannon Kelley, Head of Public Programs for the UCLA Film & Television Archive, the series consisted of approximately 40 titles in 20 public programs that ran from October to December 2011. Screenings were accompanied by panel discussions featuring many filmmakers in person. The series was part of the Getty Foundation-funded exhibition Pacific Standard Time: Art in L.A. 1945–1980, and was co-funded by the Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, and the California Council for the Humanities. Support for the series was provided by UCLA staffers Paul Malcolm, Nina Rao, Tamara Keough, Adam Ginsburg, Todd Weiner, Steven Hill, Rosa Gaiarsa, and Bryce Lowe. Preservation work at the Archive was handle by Ross Lipman, Jere Guldin, the late Nancy Meisel, and Randy Yantek. Abridged versions of this L.A. Rebellion program have since toured the U.S. and have begun to be screened internationally, and we are deeply grateful to the curators, institutions and audiences that are keeping this important work alive by sponsoring and attending screenings.
The fourth component was an academic conference. On November 12, 2011, UCLA held a one-day symposium on the L.A. Rebellion, organized by Allyson Nadia Field and Jacqueline Najuma Stewart. As the scholarly corollary to the film series, the symposium gathered filmmakers, pioneer critics, and emerging scholars to contextualize, assess, and reflect on the rich and diverse work of the L.A. Rebellion. The symposium was organized into two panels—Black Film and Social Change: Representing Black Culture, Politics, and Labor Before and During the L.A. Rebellion; and Creating Black Film Style: Black Arts, Music, and L.A. Rebellion Aesthetics—and a roundtable on The L.A. Rebellion: Then and Now. Much of the work that appears in this book emerged from the symposium. We thank the participants for their engagement: Keynote speaker Clyde Taylor (NYU Emeritus, who coined the name L.A. Rebellion
), Jan-Christopher Horak (UCLA Film & Television Archive), Ed Guerrero (NYU), David James (USC), Chuck Kleinhans (Northwestern University Emeritus /Jump Cut), Michael T. Martin (Indiana University), Samantha Sheppard (UCLA), Cauleen Smith (filmmaker, UCLA alum), Monona Wali (filmmaker, UCLA alum), Daniel Widener (UCSD), Morgan Woolsey (UCLA). The symposium was sponsored by Dean Teri Schwartz of UCLA’s School of Theater, Film and Television, Dean Barbara O’Keefe of Northwestern University’s School of Communication, and the UCLA Film & Television Archive. Additional support at UCLA was provided by the Department of Film, Television & Digital Media; Moving Image Archive Studies; the Center for the Study of Women; Elevate; and the Ralph J. Bunche Center for African American Studies. Samantha Sheppard was a masterful symposium coordinator.
This scholarly volume is the capstone of the multi-year L.A. Rebellion Project. It is intended to be the sourcebook on the films and filmmakers of the L.A. Rebellion, available for use by teachers, filmmakers, researchers, and enthusiasts alike. In addition to the contributors, we wish to thank the following students who worked on the filmography, compiling information from often-scant sources: Meenasarani Linde Murugan, Leigh Goldstein, Mikki Kresbach, and Sabrina Negri. Mark Quigley provided immeasurable research support for the book and the project as a whole. We are grateful to the following individuals for granting permission to reproduce images: Ben Caldwell, Larry Clark, Julie Dash, Zeinabu irene Davis, Preston J. Edwards, Sr., Barend van Herpe, Alile Sharon Larkin, Twyla Gordon-Louis, Joey Molina, Renate Taylor, Cauleen Smith, Third World Newsreel, and the Charles E. Young Research Library, UCLA. The publication of a book is invariably aided by many individuals. We thank Dean Martha Roth, Division of the Humanities, University of Chicago, for generous support towards the illustrations. Daniel Langford provided exceptional assistance in the preparation of the manuscript. From very early on, Mary Francis at the University of California Press was enthusiastic and supportive of this project; we are most grateful to her. We also want to thank Kim Hogeland, Bradley Depew, and Rachel Berchten at the Press for their patience and attention to detail in dealing with the book’s many moving parts.
In conjunction with this book, UCLA Film & Television Archive will release a DVD teaching set of the L.A. Rebellion within months of the publication of this volume. Funded by the National Endowment for the Arts, the L.A. Rebellion DVD will be distributed free of charge to teaching institutions only.
Finally, this project would never have been possible without the support of the filmmakers and their families. We have been awed by their talent, inspired by their passion, moved by their resilience, and humbled by their generosity. We cannot thank them enough. We also wish to remember the filmmakers who are no longer with us, and we hope this book serves as a testament to their legacy: Anita Addison, Melvonna Ballenger, Jamaa Fanaka, Akintunde Ogunleye.
This book is dedicated to Elyseo Talyor and Teshome Gabriel, teachers and mentors whose impact on the filmmakers of the L.A. Rebellion lives in their films and throughout these pages.
INTRODUCTION
Emancipating the Image
The L.A. Rebellion of Black Filmmakers
ALLYSON NADIA FIELD, JAN-CHRISTOPHER HORAK, AND JACQUELINE NAJUMA STEWART
What was interesting to me were the subliminal aspects of cinema; I started getting interested in the whole idea of how film was really a ritual and a spell. I’ve noticed that a lot of subliminal images were threaded throughout films in the history of filmmaking and all those things were to the demise of my culture. So I felt we had to work against that kind of symbology and we had to change the ritual. So that’s why I ended up on that road of really seeing filmmaking as a way of emancipating the image.
—Ben Caldwell
The group of Black filmmakers that have come to be known as the L.A. Rebellion created a watershed body of work that strives to perform the revolutionary act of humanizing Black people on screen. The filmmakers in this group met as students in film school at the University of California, Los Angeles, between the late 1960s and the mid-1980s. Many members are still active as media makers, teachers, and activists. This first group of film school–trained Black filmmakers shared a desire to create an alternative—in narrative, style, and practice—to the dominant American mode of cinema, an unwelcoming and virtually impenetrable space for minority filmmakers that routinely displayed insensitivity, ignorance, and defamation in its onscreen depictions of people of color. Ben Caldwell’s description of the group’s efforts to emancipate the image
in the epigraph above places these artists firmly within Black radical traditions dating back to resistance against slavery. At the same time, Caldwell’s phrase captures the vanguard status of these artists, whose experimentations with film form broke from earlier generations of Black filmmaking to interrogate on deeper levels how moving images construct notions of race, class, and gender, particularly for Black viewers.
The L.A. Rebellion filmmakers worked with a common purpose to create a new Black cinema characterized by innovative, meaningful reflection on past and present lives and the concerns of Black communities in the United States and across the African diaspora. But the artists pursued this goal in substantially different ways. As with many artistic movements named by critics and historians, L.A. Rebellion
was not coined by members of this group, nor has it been used and embraced by all of them. Individually, the artists represent widely diverse origins, experiences, and points of view. Caldwell’s movements between I
and we
in his articulation of his/their artistic goals reflects the productive tension we see in the L.A. Rebellion group: they evince individual (we might even say auteurist) artistic visions, while together they make gestures toward developing a collective creative movement
that charts a different course in Black cinematic expression.
It is in this spirit of creative friction that we have chosen to use the term Clyde Taylor devised, L.A. Rebellion,
in the title of this book. The group has been called by other names: Ntongela Masilela refers to them as the Los Angeles School of Black Filmmakers
¹; Toni Cade Bambara describes them as the Black insurgents at UCLA
; and in this volume, Michael T. Martin explains his preference for L.A. Collective.
For us, the label L.A. Rebellion
reflects the assemblage of these artists at a particular, politically charged place and time in which they attempted to speak truth to power—to address institutional racism as manifested at UCLA and in the dominant film industry headquartered in Los Angeles. We use L.A. Rebellion
not as a simple descriptor but as a problematic that points to many complex factors shaping Black filmmaking and historiography: tensions between individual and collective goals and actions; between claiming a defiant racial specificity and acknowledging the many influences that inform the creation of Black
cinema; and, as Clyde Taylor discusses in the preface, between the nuances lost in superficial branding and the overdue attention that a handy ID
can bring to marginalized cultural practices.
L.A. Rebellion
signals that the filmmakers were working against something. But we might also ask what were they rebelling for? Most obviously, many in the group saw Hollywood’s representational hegemony as mass entertainment as a dangerous culprit in perpetuating cultural misunderstandings and, as Barbara McCullough states, the group was interested in having another image out there
besides the one produced by Hollywood.² To create another image
they developed unconventional formal and thematic strategies to perform implicit critiques of Hollywood, and some took up Hollywood’s racism directly as subject matter (e.g., Julie Dash’s Illusions [1982] and Ben Caldwell’s For Whose Entertainment [1979]). In this project of resistance and self-determination, their filmmaking practices were inspired by Third Cinema practitioners in Latin America and Africa. As elaborated later in this introduction, Third Cinema provided a model of activist filmmaking that posited film as a medium that can bring about meaningful change in the minds and lives of its audiences. To varying degrees, the L.A. Rebellion artists identified as Third World filmmakers, rebelling for their right to an expanded identity as politicized artists of color with affinities beyond U.S. borders, and interests beyond mere entertainment, with its dangerous capacity to place a spell
over viewers (as Ben Caldwell puts it), blocking spiritual, intellectual, and political progress.³
The L.A. Rebellion was in dialogue with new
cinemas that emerged not just in the Third World (e.g., Brazil’s Cinema Novo) but also in the United States and Europe during the 1960s and 1970s. They developed their craft as the classical Hollywood cinema
was facing multiple challenges as the dominant industrial model (with the breakup of vertically integrated studios) and the primary entertainment medium (with the rise of television), opening up spaces for protest from emerging filmmakers around the world who were radicalized to varying degrees by the activist and liberation movements of the period. Like the New American Cinema of Jonas Mekas, John Cassavetes, and Shirley Clarke; the New Hollywood Cinema of Francis Ford Coppola, Robert Altman, and Martin Scorsese; the French New Wave; and the New German Cinema, the L.A. Rebellion was rebelling for ways to make and circulate films free of the restrictions that the filmmakers believed made commercial, official
cinemas corrupt and conservative in style and politics, such as manipulative narrative conventions, high budgets, censorship, and prohibitive distribution