Cinemaps
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Acclaimed artist Andrew DeGraff has created beautiful hand-painted maps of all your favorite films, from King Kong and North by Northwest to The Princess Bride, Fargo, Pulp Fiction, even The Breakfast Club—with the routes of major characters charted in meticulous cartographic detail. Follow Marty McFly through the Hill Valley of 1985, 1955, and 1985 once again as he races Back to the Future. Trail Jack Torrance as he navigates the corridors of the Overlook Hotel in The Shining. And join Indiana Jones on a globe-spanning journey from Nepal to Cairo to London on his quest for the famed Lost Ark. Each map is presented in an 9-by-12-inch format, with key details enlarged for closer inspection, and is accompanied by illuminating essays from film critic A. D. Jameson, who speaks to the unique geographies of each film.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I received this book for free from the publisher (Quirk Books) in exchange for an honest review.I really liked this book. The idea behind it is so fun! The book consists of maps from 35 different movie worlds. Some of the movies featured include, Jaws, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, Clueless, and Guardians of the Galaxy. The maps are also not your typical flat ones. They are more three dimensional and are reminiscent of bus/subway maps because of the characters’ paths that run throughout them.Artistically, each map is stunning, You can tell so much work was put into each one. There is so much detail in each map. It’s really amazing.The essays that accompanied each map were incredibly insightful in its analysis. The essays don’t necessarily correlate to the map; they just talk about the film in general. I also really liked the writing style of the essays. They were easy to read, concise, and flowed nicely. My one issue with this book is the size of the maps. Even though they take up a whole page, the maps are still too small to fully appreciate. Some parts are made bigger which helps, but it’s still not enough to gain the entire experience. You would need a magnifying glass to see all the little details. In person, the maps would be glorious, but in the book they fall a bit flat. Together, the essays and the maps create a beautiful coffee table book that will make you want to re-watch the movies featured.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mapping movies seems like a good idea. That's why I bought the book “Cinemaps: An Atlas of 35 Great Movies” by Andrew DeGraff and A.D. Jameson. The idea originated with DeGraff, an artist and illustrator, who thought it would be cool to draw maps illustrating the movement of characters in his favorite movies from his youth, which explains why the majority of films included are ones that drew teenage boys and young men from the late Seventies to the early Nineties. There are exceptions, such as “North by Northwest” and “Fargo,” but most of the movies are things like Star Wars,” “Star Trek, “ “Ghostbusters” and anything featuring Indiana Jones.Yet while his maps are visually interesting, many of them wall worthy, they don't add much to one's appreciation of the movies. At one point he refers to his map of “Clueless” as "a big old mess," and it would be an apt description for most of the movies he illustrates. There are just too many characters who go back and forth, their paths intersecting, moving together until going off in separate directions. The various paths are color coded, but once DeGraff gets past the primary colors, distinguishing one character's path from another becomes difficult, if not impossible. The title of one of the movies he illustrates could serve as the title of each of these maps: “Labyrinth.”His “North by Northwest” map works best because he follows just one character, Roger Thornhill (Cary Grant). You can actually find where the path begins and where it ends, while reliving each harrowing stop along the way. As characters multiply, so does one's confusion. “The Pulp Fiction” map follows 17 characters. That includes at least six shades of blue.But if DeGraff's maps disappoint, Jameson's essays about these movies do not. They give insights the maps fail to provide. Jameson suggests that Grace Kelly in “North by Northwest” could be viewed as the first movie James Bond, that “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” could have been called “Richard Nixon and the Holy Grail,”and that Cher, the main character in “Clueless,” has much in common with Sherlock Holmes. He convinces us that, though most of these films may have been made to attract teenagers, they are each worth some mature thought.
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Cinemaps - Andrew DeGraff
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DIRECTED BY Fritz Lang
RELEASED IN 1927
● FREDER
● JOH FREDERSEN
● MARIA
● C. A. ROTWANG (THE INVENTOR)
● GROT
● JOSAPHAT
● THE THIN MAN
● THE MACHINE MAN
● 11811 (GEORGY)
Did Fritz Lang invent Metropolis? Or did he discover it? Upon arriving in Manhattan in 1924, or Neuyork
as he called it, he was inspired to make the city’s art deco skyscrapers—strong and streamlined and symmetrical—the stars of a motion picture. He told this idea to his wife, Thea von Harbou, who wrote a novel that they then adapted together. Between the skyscrapers, Lang inserted a new Tower of Babel; to their side was Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s red light district. In between he ran highways and elevated trains and made room for airplanes, models suspended by wires that made long slow graceful arcs. In the city’s shadows he placed, like a cuckoo’s egg, the inventor Rotwang’s house, a simple cottage that bears witness to both the future and the past. Inside, behind a heavy curtain, lies a shrine to a dead woman, Hel, Rotwang’s unrequited love. In another room sits the Maschinenmensch , a robot, in a chair beneath a pentagram, a fusion of science and magic, waiting patiently for the word that will cause it to stand up, open its eyes—and thereby bring Hel back to life.
Metropolis is melodramatic, feverish, operatic—wrought with neuroses and anxieties, which it lays bare for all to see. A nightmarish vision of humans reduced to mere bodies while robots are given flesh, it is anything but subtle. An early sequence sees a social worker named Maria lead a gaggle of orphans and urchins straight out of Dickens into the wealthy upper city to witness how the other half lives. There, in gardens that bloom eternal, the children of privilege idle away their days, chasing each other around fountains in fancy costumes while peacocks preen. Freder, son of Joh Fredersen (the Master of Metropolis), sees Maria and is immediately smitten; we know this because he stops dead in his tracks with his hand on his heart. That’s par for the course in Metropolis, whose actors gesticulate wildly, posing and being posed by Lang (by all accounts a tyrant on set). It’s acting as dancing, choreography for camera, everyone wide-eyed, plastered with makeup, every hairdo a work of sculpture. Some have called it overwrought, but there’s a method to the commotion, a logic written through the picture. Underground, the city’s workers live out their lives to the beat of the clock, shuffling along in subdued regiments, obediently filing into lifts that smoothly descend. If they look unnatural, it is because the city is unnatural, grand and immense. They are its products.
SMOKY ATMOSPHERE
DREW: Metropolis is more of an opera than a film, though you can’t dismiss its virtuosity. I wanted to capture some of this movie’s smoky atmosphere, so I used charcoal to cover the underlying gouache line drawing and erased the highlights to give it a soft patina of shape and fog.
We see one worker all but crucified on a clock whose hands spin unpredictably. Time in Metropolis is neither fluid nor sane but violent, unbearable, out of joint. That man collapses as Freder approaches, though he remains devoted to his task: "Someone has to stay at the machine!" Who’s working what? And in the steaming depths that extend below the city, Freder learns how anonymous masses spend their lives enslaved to his father’s infernal contraptions, watching with horror as one—the Heart Machine, of all things (the city is a body)—goes kablooey and explodes, scalding men and sending them tumbling and screaming. In Freder’s eyes, the machine becomes Moloch, a monstrous visage whose helmeted priests herd cowering men up the stairs to be fed into an insatiable metal maw.
Decades later, Fritz Lang confessed to Peter Bogdanovich that the film was silly and stupid,
a fairy tale.
He’d been listening to his critics, who dismissed it upon release as simpleminded and naive, even soulless. But Lang and von Harbou were in a fairy-tale mood at the time, having just completed their magnificent two-part Die Nibelungen, an adaptation of the epic medieval poem. Metropolis is that film’s futurological counterpart—like Rotwang, the couple was pinned between two competing fantasies, future and past.
Fredersen orders Rotwang to give his Maschinenmensch Maria’s likeness, then sends it out amid the workers to sow dissent. Dancing lasciviously, her limbs jerking every which way (like the crazy clock), she rouses a mob that destroys the Heart Machine, unwittingly flooding the city. The people realize they’ve been betrayed and burn the impostor at the stake, revealing the robot underneath. Freder chases Rotwang, driving him to the top of the cathedral, where they battle to the mad inventor’s death. Then, reunited with Maria, Freder negotiates a truce between his father and the workers, serving with Maria as Metropolis’s true heart. Okay, admittedly, it’s cheesy. But Metropolis’s achievement lies in its bluntness and in the boldness of its imagery, its every shot and scene as strong and straightforward as skyscrapers.
A PLEASURE GARDEN
ADAM: Metropolis’s topmost peak, the home of the idle rich, is a place of universities, athletic stadiums, gardens, and cathedrals. Hidden below, out of sight, is the city’s industrial base, the vast network of machinery that powers and enables that luxurious life of leisure.
After Metropolis, Lang and von Harbou made another sci-fi film, Woman in the Moon, followed by M, the sound film classic with Peter Lorre. That came out in 1931. Two years later, Adolph Hitler became Reich chancellor, and Joseph Goebbels asked Lang how he felt about working for him. In response, the director fled Germany for Paris, then made his way west to Hollywood, where he made nearly thirty more films, many of them noirs—The Woman in the Window, Scarlet Street, The Big Heat, While the City Sleeps. Thea von Harbou stayed in Germany and joined the Nazi Party. And Metropolis—savaged by critics, butchered by censors—largely vanished. I first saw it on VHS, only eighty minutes long (just over half the original film), color tinted, and with a soundtrack produced by Giorgio Moroder, featuring Bonnie Tyler, Pat Benatar, Freddie Mercury, and Adam Ant. Which is terrific—but far from what Fritz Lang had in mind. Not until 2010 could anyone see a version like the theatrical release.
But even as the film (cut down) disappeared from sight, the city spread. New neighborhoods sprang up, districts like Coruscant (in George Lucas’s Star Wars prequels), Gotham City (in Tim Burton’s Batman films), and the urban mishmash of George Miller’s Babe: Pig in the City. Other inhabitants filtered in, attracted to the bustle and nightlife: Clark Kent, Darth Vader, C-3PO, Dr. Strangelove, the Blade Runner replicants, Sam Lowry from Brazil, and countless others. As cinema grew, Metropolis took in its patrons, enveloping us, making room in its skyscrapers and back alleys. We’re living there still. Look at all the pretty lights. Don’t dwell on the sacrifices that fuel them. •
DIRECTED BY Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Schoedsack
RELEASED IN 1933
● KING KONG
● ANN DARROW
● JACK DRISCOLL
● CARL DENHAM
● MILITARY PLANES
● PTERODACTYL
Is this the moving picture ship? a man asks a watchman on a dock in New York City.
Yeah, answers the watchman.
It’s the Venture ! Which has been chartered by Carl Denham, a
crazy fellow who
ain’t scared of nothing." Denham is a movie director, see, famous for going around the world and making thrilling documentaries about rhinos, tigers, lions. Now he’s hunting bigger game.
The men go onboard and talk with Denham, and for a while King Kong is a lot of talk, indeed. It opens not with any action, but with exposition about the voyage, and explosives, and nerve-gas bombs, and the monsoon, which is the tropical rainy season. Denham has everything he needs for his expedition except one thing: a beautiful gal. He’s been listening to his critics, who all agree that if his movies only had romance, they’d gross double. (In real life, Merian C. Cooper had heard the same thing.)
Thus Denham sets out in search of a heroine. He finds one in Ann (Fay Wray), fainting with hunger beside a fruit stand. Like Eve, she tries to steal an apple. Denham—the serpent?—steals her instead. He buys her a dress and shoots a screen test, filming her using a hand-cranked camera, directing her to look up and act frightened, as though she sees something that terrifies her. In another twenty minutes she’ll be doing it for real.
The metatextual angle is obvious. Denham wants to make and exhibit the most sensational motion picture ever made. Cooper and Schoedsack want the same thing: to amaze and astonish a Depression-era public with gorillas, natives, dinosaurs—anything but home. It’s funny, though: Denham wants something that no one has ever seen before, but the movie we’re watching couldn’t be more formulaic. And Kong’s appearance is heavily foreshadowed, from the Chinese cook’s pet monkey to the recurring talk of beauty and the beast. When asked what they might find on their voyage, Denham describes a mighty monster laid low by love, as though he knows what’s going to happen.
Paths of Kong (2016) Gouache on paper 19 × 21 in (48 × 53 cm)
THE TOP OF THE WORLD
ADAM: The Empire State Building was still brand new in 1933, having been completed two years prior. Kong presumably seeks it out because it resembles his mountainous jungle abode—he is trying to take Ann Darrow home. But the modern world, with its airplanes and skyscrapers, eradicates Kong, cutting off all routes of escape.
King Kong never claimed to be novel. Tarzan had already proved to be a hit, as had several Lost World flicks. Indeed, RKO financed Kong because it figured that a gorilla plus a screaming beautiful woman was a surefire thing. What made Kong stand out from the pack was that it did it better. Cooper and Schoedsack knew their stuff; they’d actually traveled around the world, making melodramas like Chang, set in northeastern Thailand, where Schoedsack was nearly trampled by elephants. Now they, like Denham, wanted bigger. To realize their vision, they turned to special effects, hiring Willis O’Brien (Ray Harryhausen’s mentor) to whip up the film’s innovative stop-motion creatures and composite editing techniques. They worked to make King Kong seem not like a special effect, but like a real ape, the Eighth Wonder of the World.
They also knew how to structure a movie. The opening third might be a tad slow, but it builds up a lot of suspense. Before we get to see the beast, Denham takes us to an island not on any chart, a place wrapped in fog and the sound of drums. We go ashore to find that the natives are all elsewhere, anointing a maiden with flowers while others dance, pretending they’re apes. They live outside a massive wall, behind which is something they fear, something no white man has ever seen.
The natives are stupefied by Ann and try to buy her, speaking what sounds to my ears like Huttese—the made-up language that Jabba speaks in Return of the Jedi. But King Kong is like that; it inspired so many movies that it now seems like a collage of popular culture. Skull Island is an obvious predecessor to Jurassic Park and Marvel’s Savage Land. And since King Kong, how many other Others have laid waste to New York City? Godzilla, Gremlins, the mucousy aliens from Independence Day, the monster in Cloverfield—to name just a few.
Around the forty-two-minute mark, King Kong pokes his head in. Preceded by his roar and the sound of toppling trees, he struts from the forest to stare at Ann, his eyes open wide—possibly even wider than hers. She’s never seen anything like him, but he’s not seen anything like her: a pale white woman, blond as a banana. She screams and thrashes within her restraints. He picks her up and carries her off. Like so many movie monsters, he’s looking for a bride.
In hot pursuit are Denham and Driscoll and the others, soon up to their necks in nonstop dinosaur attacks. A great deal of running and shouting ensues, as well as screaming and men getting killed. Kong fends off all comers, roaring and pounding his chest, his soft fur gently rippling. He may be a monster, but he’s more like us than the dinos—able to love Ann, while the lizards just want lunch.
In its time Kong was state of the art, and presumably filmgoers found it scary. Today it looks very, very fake—shot in Hollywood, not on an island west of Sumatra. I find the monsters more adorable than abominable. My favorite is the lizard thing that scrambles up a rope toward Driscoll; second favorite is the T. rex, due to its cute little raspy chirps. It always saddens me when Kong kills him, snapping his jaws apart to let the blood drool out.
The artifice doesn’t diminish the charm, though; I don’t believe that anyone ever thought it was real. No matter how realistic art gets, we still know it’s fake. Therein lies its pleasure: there are no monsters but what we make. We project ourselves into the world, animating it, making it bigger than it is. Kong grows larger throughout the