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June 23, 2005
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This site is updated Thursday at noon with a new article about an artistic pursuit generally considered to be beneath consideration. James Schellenberg probes science-fiction, Carol Borden draws out the best in comics, Chris Szego dallies with romance, and Ian Driscoll stares deeply into the screen.

While the writers have considerable enthusiasm for their subjects, they don't let it numb their critical faculties. Tossing away the shield of journalistic objectivity and refusing the shovel of fannish boosterism, they write in the hopes of starting honest and intelligent discussions about these oft-enjoyed but rarely examined artforms. Click here for the writer's bios and their individual takes on the gutter.


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HOW WOULD LUBITSCH DO IT?

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INT. DRISCOLL’S OFFICE - EVENING

It's a big office, and dark, which makes it feel even larger, cavernous. The theme from Dr. Who (Delia Derbyshire’s 1963 version) reverberates in the space, buzzing up your spine like a telegraph signal.

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Detroit Metal City: No Music, No Dream

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We live in a time of film adaptations of comic books massive and tiny, from Iron Man and The Dark Knight to Wanted and the upcoming Surrogates. But I don't need to see any more. I have seen Detroit Metal City and it is a testament to awesomeness.

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Me N' Smithee

by Robin Bougie

Bougie finds himself face to face with an enigmaI've never been so nervous or star struck as when I was recently graced with the supreme honor of speaking to the one and only Allen Smithee. This was no ordinary film director. Prior to the interview, I was racked with stressful indecision. Would I ask him about his directing an actress of a high caliber such as Jodie Foster in BACKTRACK (1989)? Or would I query as to what sort of preparation he went through prior to the filming of BLOODSUCKING PHARAOHS IN PITTSBURGH (1991)?

A.S. is a distant and mysterious man whose career in filmmaking spans multiple decades and genres, both within the Hollywood system, and in the muddy shit-caked trenches of the independent B-movie world. Smithee can only be called an enigma, in the fact that his work is never encumbered with a constant distinguishable style from one film to the other. Some have said this very fact is that which casually liberates him from deserved fame. Truly, from his first feature, a rather routine western named DEATH OF A GUNFIGHTER in 1969 ("Sharply directed by Allen Smithee who has an adroit facility for scanning faces and extracting sharp background detail" --New York Times), to one of his most recent offerings THE CORONER in 1999, no two Smithee efforts are even remotely the same.

Thus his brilliance.

But who is he? Little is known about Smithee himself outside of his famous name. Originally born Allan Smith, he soon was known as A. Smithe, before changing his moniker to Allen Smithee. M'man Allen is best known -- nay, notorious -- for stepping in and taking over films from other directors who have proven not to be up to the sort of challenge that a godlike man like Smithee can take care of without so much as picking his ass. In fact, this inflammatory usurping behavior has become his trademark over the years, with Smithee occasionally even subbing in as the role of producer, as on the failed slasher comedy STUDENT BODIES (1981) and the medical knee slapper STITCHES (1985). Some people around the industry have taken to calling him "The Scapegoat", a nickname that I don't really understand or approve of.

Allen is -- in my opinion -- the most guarded and unavailable director to the media in the world of film. I can't honestly remember if I or anyone I know has even ever seen an interview with the secretive scribe. So when his contact info fell into my lap, (from an un-named source whose identity I will take to my grave) I realized that the chance to talk to this reclusive renaissance man in an interview context was to be the single greatest achievement for either myself or The Cultural Gutter to this date.

My God people: This was the big time, perhaps even -- the biggest time. Behold:

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Robin Bougie: Hello? Mr. Smithee?

Allen Smithee: (Sound of breathing on the phone)

R.B: Hello??

A.S: "How did you get this number? Who are you?"

R.B: Mr. Smithee... I um, what is your.. uh... I'm a big fan! I do a magazine called CINEMA SEWER and I'd like to do an interview wi-

A.S: CLICK (Hangs up)

RB :(Phones back) Mr. Smithee? Please don't hang up. My p-

A.S: (Screaming) "YAAAGH!! IEEENNEAH!!! PFFFTTT!! GIBBIFAAA!!! YOU SEE? YOU SEE???" (CLICK -- Hangs up)

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Perhaps it was not to be. I now understood why this astonishing filmmaker has made himself so unavailable to the outside world. We simply couldn't understand him if we tried. He goes right over our heads. He is a magnificent cosmic joke with no punchline. He is beyond this world... he is... SMITHEE.

And thank the Hollywood gods for that.

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*laughs out loud*

great piece!

James Schellenberg

Thanks, man!

Robin Bougie

duh allen smithee isn't a real person. It's the alias that other people use when the film went really bad

—tinkerbell


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Of Note Elsewhere
Dr. Julius T. Roundbottom, gentleman of science, reports on a paper he delivered to the Adventurer's Club a pack of "close-minded fools more interested in the rush of adrenaline than actual science." (thanks, Steven!)
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Grady Hendrix writes about missing the point in martial arts and action movies, especially Ashes of Time: "Character, dialogue and subtext are important parts of the moviegoing experience, but there's another more primal language that's harder to parse and that's the language of action."
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Scroll down for some rap based on Welcome Home, Brother Charles, a film about a Black man castrated by a white cop who gets revenge when his penis grows back.
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"I've been on the road so long. I want a home." My favorite trailer for Johnnie To's stealth Western, Exiled.
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Blair Butler explains that Daredevil's STD is danger. Karen Healey has a few things to say about new Daredevil nemesis Lady Bullseye. 
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