Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Whistler’s Benefactor – Charles Lang Freer


One of the first museums on the Mall in Washington, D. C. was built at the insistence of an obsessed art collector from Detroit, Michigan who gave the United States his art and funds for a building to house them. The Freer Gallery of Art founded by Charles Lang Freer, is part of the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.

Freer didn’t start collecting art until he retired at the age of 45 after a meteoric rise as the partner in a railroad car manufacturer.  He turned his attention to art with the same devotion he had once lavished on business.  His passion and deep pockets attracted the attention of America’s most famous artist, James McNeill Whistler, who set Freer on a course that would change the world’s understanding of art.

Freer established an agreement with Whistler that gave him an option to buy all the works in the artist’s studio in return for establishing a collection in Washington, D. C.

As their relationship developed, Whistler taught Freer how to look at works of art and told him that there were works of art in Asia that Westerners had never seen.  On Whistler’s instigation, Freer went to Asia four times, beginning in 1894 and traveled to places that most Westerners never went.

Working with the Friends of the Freer House in Detroit, and a number of former curators from the Freer Gallery, as well as the current curator, we’ll tell this remarkable story.  We’ll retrace Freer’s steps of discovery and find out what a Herculean task it was to assemble works of art in cultures virtually unknown to Americans.  As he traveled and collected, it became clear that his years in the railroad business had prepared this rather slight and delicate man for the rigors of the international art trade.

His toughness, practicality and pragmatism enabled him to win over Chinese warlords as he and his small retinue traveled deep into uncharted lands tracking down masterpieces that he had only heard of through rumor and innuendo.  He wasn’t the only one who had believed the East was a treasure chest of art.  Wilhem Boto from the Kaiser Frederick Museum was hot on his trail.

More often than not, Freer beat Boto and brought back his finds to his home in Detroit which he was turning into his first gallery.  One of his friends, Mary Chase Perry, a ceramicist ignited his passion for beautiful surfaces and he was off again.   This time to Egypt and the Middle East to find Raca and various potteries that would have an affinity for his evolving home.

In 1890, Freer contracted with Wilson Eyre to design a home in Detroit. The house reflected his involvement with contemporary architects and artists who were commissioned to create paintings for each room to help him turn it into a work of art itself.  He wanted every element of the house to contribute to the general harmony.  He tapped two American Impressionist Thomas Dewing and Dwight Tryon to create the paintings and to embellish the rooms in a way that would enhance their paintings.  This included choosing specials surfaces for the walls that shimmered like the canvases.  Each painting was placed so it would receive the proper amount of sunlight to bring out the artist’s intentions.

People who visited the house said it was a dream of beauty inside and out.  When you walked into the parlor where Dewing’s works were hung it would be almost like walking into a Dewing painting.  The walls shimmered with an opalescent quality which had been specially applied to the walls to reverberate and echo and have a resonance with the paintings.

Freer also collected works by a number of other Nineteenth Century American masters, including paintings by Winslow Homer, John Singer Sargent, Augustus Saint-Gaudens, Childe Hassam, and John Twachtman.

His home was an amazing collaboration of artists, architects and a patron.  In the upstairs gallery, Freer would have daily viewings for his guests.  He made a ceremony out of looking at these works of art. You didn't just plop down and look at a Kokomo or a Whistler.  Steven Waring, his very meticulous butler would bring in refreshments, whether it was champagne or a special blend of tea.  And then, after everyone was suitably comfortably seated, at a particular time of day, when the setting sun cast just the right glow on the wall, Waring would bring in a beautiful Whistler nocturne, and you would watch it as the sun set, as the glow disappeared from the painting.  It was much more than a gallery.  It was a setting for an almost metaphysical aesthetic experience.

We’ll discover the most popular exhibit in the Freer Gallery has a storied history.  In 1904, Frederick Leyland's widow sold Freer the Peacock Room, designed by James Whistler, and Freer had Eyre design another room in the carriage house in which to install it.   Many consider The Peacock Room to be Whistler's masterpiece of interior decorative mural art. He painted the paneled room in a rich and unified palette of brilliant blue-greens with over-glazing and metallic gold leaf. Painted in 1876-1877, it is now considered a high example of the Anglo-Japanese style.

Unhappy with the first decorative result by another artist, Leyland left the room in Whistler’s care to make minor changes, “to harmonize” the room whose primary purpose was to display Leyland’s china collection. However, Whistler let his imagination run wild, “Well, you know, I just painted on. I went on—without design or sketch—putting in every touch with such freedom…And the harmony in blue and gold developing, you know, I forgot everything in my joy of it.”

Upon returning, Leyland was shocked by the “improvements.” Artist and patron quarreled so violently over the room and the proper compensation for the work that the important relationship for Whistler was terminated. At one point, Whistler gained access to Leyland's home and painted two fighting peacocks meant to represent the artist and his patron; one holds a paintbrush and the other holds a bag of money.

Whistler is reported to have said to Leyland, “Ah, I have made you famous. My work will live when you are forgotten. Still, perchance, in the dim ages to come you will be remembered as the proprietor of the Peacock Room.”  Adding to the emotional drama was Whistler’s fondness for Leyland’s wife, Frances, who separated from her husband in 1879.

Freer eventually acquired the Peacock room from another owner and had it crated and shipped to his Detroit home where it was installed in his converted carriage house.  After the museum was built it ended up in the Freer Gallery where it has delighted visitors ever since.

While Whistler was a friend he strung Freer along for the longest time until Whistler died in 1903.  Ever the businessman Freer was eager to close the deal.  Whistler remained aloof.  Freer hovered very close.  Every year, and even in letters, he'd say, "I have to go to London again to see Whistler."  He was making sure that he would get that material.  And basically it's established that he will get the Whistler collection in exchange for making sure that it's placed in the nation’s capitol and that he will found a museum for the collection to be showcased and attract the tourists and the crowds that Whistler knew would come to the capitol of the country where he was born. 

The director of the Smithsonian, Samuel P. Langley, who may have been afraid of the cost of upkeep of such a bequest, repeatedly turned down the idea. Freer persevered, contacting President Theodore Roosevelt (and commissioning Gari Melchers to paint a portrait of Roosevelt), and later his wife Edith. Edith prevailed on Roosevelt to back the project, and Roosevelt essentially directed the Smithsonian to accept Freer's gift.

In 1916, construction began on what is now known as the Freer Gallery in Washington. The building cost one million dollars, all of which was paid by Freer. Completion was delayed by World War I and the gallery was not opened until 1923.

Freer died in 1919, and didn’t live to see the Museum that bears his name open but he had amassed what may have been the largest private art collection in the country, including over 30,000 pieces, that left a legacy built on his quest to preserve one of America’s greatest artists and to create an understanding of Asia in the West.

Our goal is to continue this journey of discovery and cross-cultural understanding.

Driving the Future

The proposal for a one-off looking at the alternatives to gasoline powered cars.  Pitched in 2003 to NOVA who took a pass and instead hired NPRs Car Guys to do a silly special.


 Driving the Future

Environmental activists are declaring war on CO2 spewing gas hogs. Christian groups are asking “what would Jesus drive?” and media savvy Hollywood rabble rousers are creating PSA's that spoof anti-drug ads and equate driving SUV's with coddling terrorists.

Detroit's besieged automakers have circled the wagons counseling patience while they develop futuristic products.  In the meantime, they defend their current line up as being a response to what the public wants. It's clear Americans do love their SUV's as they turn in record numbers from cars to trucks and SUV's.  Automakers are placing their bets on selling more of these powerful andd profitable vehicles while researching various alternatives. 

Are there any sane viable choices?  Is there a way to achieve energy independence, stop global warming and drive whatever car you please?  We will examine the most promising alternative propulsion options and try to close the divide between promise and peril, innovation and inertia. 

It was historical synergy that brought cars and gasoline together but there have always been alternative fuel vehicles.  The earliest cars were steam powered.  Of course, the occasional explosion occurred when too much pressure built up in the boiler. 

Around the turn of the 20th century, electricity vied with gasoline as the chief power choice for cars.  Even Henry Ford’s wife drove one.  They were clean, offered push button starting versus a crank and were quiet.  Everything a loud, smoke billowing gasoline powered car wasn't.  Unfortunately, they didn't have much range and needed to be charged overnight.

Hybrid gasoline and electric motors, like the one found in today's Toyota Prius, have been around for more than 100 years.  It was none other than Ferdinand Porsche (the designer of the Porsche) who developed the first hybrid in 1900.  And it was front-wheel drive as well.

We can't overlook some of the more over-the-top notions about how to make cars go -- from jet like turbine engines to proposals for atomic-powered cars in the 1950’s.  Luckily cooler heads prevailed and pursuit of the latter option was shelved when it was realized that a meltdown on the freeway could tie up traffic for several hundred thousand years.


Today's manufacturers are divided on the right approach.

Gasoline                   Do nothing.

Ethanol

Methanol

Electrics

Hybrids

Diesel

Hydrogen

Fuel cells


One thing is clear, they've all pulled the plug on the hopes of those promoting the future of electric cars.  One hundred years ago, Clara Ford's Baker Electric car had about a forty-mile range and needed to be charged overnight.  Years and billions of development dollars later today's General Motors electric EV-1’s can go about the same distance and need to be charged overnight.  All of these GM experimental vehicles are being called back by the manufacturer to be crushed and forgotten.  This is sure to spell the end of the serious pursuit of the electric option unless it's revived by someone who can solve the technical hurdles.

Other choices are being tried.  Celebrities like Cameron Diaz, Leonardo DiCaprio and Seinfeld creator Larry David have joined about 35,000 other consumers who've chosen to buy small, lightweight gas and electric hybrids powered cars from Toyota and Honda.  These compacts get astounding gas mileage, 30 to 50 miles per gallon in some cases but they don't offer much size or luxury.  Their buyers seem to believe it's better to be "green" than to be surrounded by luxury.  For those who want to go "green" but not give up their SUV, Lexus is introducing the RX300 hybrid SUV with both muscle and mileage.  Ford is not far behind with a hybrid version of their Escape and GM has more full-sized vehicles in its product pipeline.

In Europe, where gas is $5 a gallon, forty percent of cars run on diesel, but U.S. oil and trucking companies resist reformulating diesel to a low-sulfur mix so there is no price incentive or pollution penalty for Americans to switch. 

The Bush administration and Detroit are touting hydrogen fuel cells as the distant hope of the future.

BMW and Ford have explored the direct hydrogen (H2ICE) path and we will tour the world with a fleet of BMW 700 series hydrogen cars and show the unveiling of Ford model U which their chairman proclaims as the 21st century’s model T.  A hydrogen hybrid mix is also promising since there is the potential for perpetual motion with the hydrogen-fueled engine generating the electricity for both the drive and an electrolysis machine that makes hydrogen from water.

If the solutions are close at hand, why is it taking so long?  Most auto-manufacturers claim it takes time to test, develop and develop consumer support.  Their critics charge they are dragging their heels.  Spurious conspiracy stories of the 100 m.p.g. carburetor hidden in the GM basement notwithstanding there is a history of Detroit crying wolf. The carmakers repeatedly resisted installing seatbelts, catalytic converters and air bags.  They testified that it would be impossible to meet government mandated fuel economy and emission targets.  They did and the air across the country improved. 

We will look into the impact of California’s laws, particularly the recent CO2 and alternative fuel mandates that Detroit and the White House are fighting in the courts.

What are the obstacles?

If we are in a chicken and egg situation, will it take a bold vision like JFK’s pledge to go to the moon and back in a decade?  Alternatively, we will ask the chairman of BP (Beyond Petroleum) how the private sector can jump-start hydrogen infrastructure.  But if the public don’t know choices exist, how do you create demand that spurs investment and innovation?  Interestingly, next month GM is rolling out hydrogen vehicles for the US military who want to be free of energy dependence and a supply train where gas ends up at $400 a gallon on the battlefield. 

If safe, clean, renewable, independent energy is possible, then the US could lead the world.

Rock That Rolls


ROCK THAT ROLLS
"Rock 'n' roll is what you listen to and cars are what you look at and they’re rock that rolls," Bob Merlis.

Next to love, heartache and sex, cars have been the most popular subject for rock 'n' rollers since the first Rock record was released.  In fact, the first rock ‘n' roll song was the 1951 hit, “Rocket 88”, a song about the virtues of a V8 powered Oldsmobile. 

Ever since this song rocked the airwaves, music has provided the soundtrack for teen life as kids cruised the boulevards, staked out the drive-ins and steamed up the windows of their hot rods and jalopies.  "It’s all about getting chicks and rock 'n' roll, and, cars is all about getting chicks," according to Guitar Center's Dave Weiderman.

Inside their cars, away from the watchful eyes of parents, teens were free to taste the forbidden fruit of the sexually charged music of blues, R&B, Bee Bop and the early strains of rock 'n' roll, in Jazz lingo a term for sex.  "The whole phrase, rock 'n' roll, was about having sex in the back of the car," explained David Bowie's former guitar player, Reeves Gabriel.

According to music publicist and car buff, Bob Merlis, "It’s always about hormones.  You know kids want to go out and cruise and you've got to have a car to do it, and while you’re 'doing it', you’re turning on the radio."

The freedom of the open road laced with music pouring out of tinny car radio speakers intoxicated and inspired fledgling rock artists to pick up guitars and spill their souls onto vinyl. "Musicians came up with car songs because it was a way to have unbridled love and not be embarrassed about it," said Merlis.

Through interviews, music clips and original footage of the scenes their songs evoke, we’ll trace the influence cars and rock had on many of today’s top artists.  We’ll chronicle hot rod hits by ZZ Top, Chuck Berry, Brian Setzer and the Hip Hop artists whose music is filled with car themes.  We’ll find out how these artists found "paradise by the dashboard light."  Van Halen's Michael Anthony sees the connection,  "I think rock ‘n roll and cars, it’s just kind of a fast lifestyle.  It’s very free, very open, very fast and it’s this little thing in everybody that just wants to get out."

We’ll see how this burning desire to "get out" on the open road created music that inspired the youthquake, launching the Boomers, the Gen X’rs and today’s car addicted Fast and Furious fans.

When they weren’t singing about cars, rock stars were dreaming about them. Cars became a status symbol for musicians who celebrated their first hits with the purchase of the finest rides money could buy.  They all had favorites.  Elvis Presley, like many others, loved Cadillacs.  The Beach Boys chose little Deuce Coupes, and ZZ Top created custom Hot Rods. Gilby Clark of Guns 'n' Roses summed it up.  "These are our toys.  These are things that, since we were little boys we’ve admired, cars, guitars and all that."

Today, cars continue to inspire musicians and their fans.  With the advent of music videos, groups could display their custom rides for the world to see.  Rap and rock videos were quickly filled with images of hot rods, Ferraris, Bentleys, huge menacing Cadillac Escalades, Hummers, Rolls Royces and low riders. 

Young fans are in a decibel battle on the streets of every city today. They're outfitting their cars with monster sound systems that announce their arrival with the deafening beat of their favorite cruising music.  And, once again, parents just don’t understand.  

This documentary special will connect car culture and the music it inspires though artists like Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley, Dean Torrance of Jan and Dean, The Beach Boys, Mitch Ryder, the Go Go's, Jimmy Vaughn, ZZ Top, Van Halen and Coolio as well as new musicians like Smash Mouth and Rob Zombie whose videos celebrate the hot rod heritage in rock 'n' roll.

In the end it all comes down to what Gilby Clark told us, "It's rock that rolls, man.  This is what it’s all about, fast cars, fast guitars.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Billy Wilder's 10 points of wisdom: As delivered by Cameron Crowe


1.            The audience is fickle

2.            Grab them by the throat and never let go

3.            Develop a clean line of action for your lead character

4.            Know where you are going

5.            The more subtle and elegant you are about hiding your plot  points the better you are as a writer. (You must sugar coat this pill)

6.            If you have a problem with the 3d act you have a problem in Act One.

7.            If you let audience add up 2+2 -- they will love you.  Don't do all their work for them.

8.            In doing any Voice Over, don't describe what the audience sees, add to it.

9.            The Second Act curtain triggers the ending.

10.            The Third Act builds and builds in tension until the end.  And that's it.  Get out of there.

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Belonging

Two young, uniformed black men busily help patrons out of their cars as the well-heeled travelers alight in front of the gracious old Inn at Williamsburg, Virginia.   They are the only black faces to be seen in front of this recreation of a Colonial Plantation Manor house.   They are dressed to look like house slaves reincarnated. 

The parking lot is a sea of Cadillacs, Buick Roadmasters, Mercedes and other outsized vehicles.  Their owners' mass matches the cars.  It is a well-fed, manicured and bejeweled bunch.  Matched luggage -- Louis Vuitton and Hartman line the curb. 

A small, noisy, rented Hyundai Sonata barges into this sea of tranquillity -- overshooting the designated curbside stopping point by fifteen yards.  It hurriedly backs up.   The uniformed attendants look up as the Hyundai's somewhat loopy rearward motion causes the car to bounce off the curb a couple of times.  They eye each other trying to decide who gets this patron. 

The loser walks up to the car, bends over as the passenger window is rolled down and asks with a note of disbelief and British affectation, "Are you stopping here this evening, Sir?"

The somewhat rumpled driver confirms their fears, jumps out of the car, asks for direction to the lobby, tosses the keys to his curbside helper and heads in.  The attendant catches the keys and holds them out away from his face as if he'd been handled soiled laundry. 

A few minutes later, the driver slinks out of the lobby.   "Anything wrong," one of the attendants asks?

He tells them that he's actually booked at the smaller Lodge down the road.  As his keys are handed back to him, the two valets exchange a knowing look.

As he gets in his little car and drives away a new Cadillac pulls up.  The valets smile.  They know who belongs where.

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Papal Justice -- A Short Film

Int. Pope's Bedroom - night

A silencer is screwed into place on the barrel of a 9mm pistol.  The assassin slinks carefully into the dark bedroom.   A pillow is hurriedly placed over his victims head and three shots are emptied into his temple.  The body is wrapped in the bed sheets and dragged out of the room.

Int. furnace room - night

The last corner of a sheet is stuffed into a raging fire and the furnace door closes. 

ext. Vatican st. peter’s square - night

Three puffs of black smoke are expelled from a chimney.

Int. cardinal’s bedroom - night

A phone rings.  Two giggling, young boys pop out from under the bedcovers and quickly grab the receiver and pass it over to a large disemboweled hand that emerges from the sheets.  This corpulent hand starts to pull the phone into its lair, under the covers, but catches its huge ring on the lacy bedspread.  A grumble is heard and an old man emerges.   He nods and in Italian speaks into the phone.  

cardinal lira
Good

He slithers back beneath the sheets.  The two boys hang up the phone on the table next to the Cardinal’s Miter.

Int. cardinal’s office - day
The next morning, Judith Foccacio, internationally renowned  investigative reporter shows up at the Vatican for her interview with the Pope. 

cardinal lira
I am afraid the Pope has some other burning issues to attend to this morning and he will not be able to see you.

focaccacio
Look, the Pope called me and asked for this interview. I know the Pope was dying to talk to me about the rumours surrounding the Vatican Bank and the Mafia.  I’ll just sit here until those fires have cooled. I’m sure he wants me to wait.

It's a stand off.  She sits down on a chair that appears to be occupied by a dapper black male, angel.  But she passes through him as she sits.  He gets up, looks at the Cardinal and at her.

black angel
What to do?


EXT. New Orleans Mardis gras - night

It's early Wednesday morning, the day after Mardis Gras and the revelers are still out on the streets of New Orleans.  A street corner Evangelist exhorts one drunken celebrant to repent.  The object of this attention is an 83 year-old, Creole, man whose hang dog expression belies his lack of interest in his unwanted companion's one-way conversation.  In response, he unzips his fly and pees on the preacher's shoes.

ext. new orleans alley - night
Later that night, the dapper black apparition searches the alleys of New Orleans.   He comes on a pile of cardboard and newspaper.  He gingerly pulls back a few layers and reveals the sleeping Creole drunk.  The old man begins to stir.  One eye opens and he sees the hazy outline of what looks like a banker.  He instinctively raises his hand and asks for a handout.  The drunk's hand passes through the black man's.  The drunk shivers.

He passes his hand through several times.  He pulls himself up and pokes at the standing figure.  He puts his hand around a leg and comes up with a fist full of air.  He throws up.

black angel
Get up --- we haven't much time.

old man
For what?

black angel
To get to Rome. You are now the Pope.

The old man pulls a pint out of his pocket, takes a snort, swirls it around in his mouth, swallows and looks at this odd stranger.

old man
Either you’re crazy or I am. I’m not going anywhere.

The Black Angel levitates the surprised old man to a standing position. As they vaporize he looks at his new charge.

black angel
Don't even think about peeing on these shoes.

(CONTINUED)

 









The Call

            One reporter is having a loud phone conversation while sitting at his desk in a corner of the city room of the Detroit Free Press.   Like most city rooms, the Freep's is a jumble of desks and chairs from various eras.  The furniture and the people are a mix.  Some scruffy, some neat --- but all purposeful.  The desks are thrown together.  There are no walls, just little islands of activity.

            For some reason, the paper's police reporter sits next to the religion writer.  Maybe management thought they both dealt with morality.  Or maybe, they thought it would be fun to watch the gritty, tough talking, profane Irish police reporter embarrass the squeamish religion guy.

            It was probably the latter.  One night last week, I went up to the paper to see Brian Flannagan, because I was working on a documentary about the Police Car.  While I waited for Brian to get off of the phone, I saw how his presence affected his office mate.

            Brian is on the phone and is his normal practice he is yelling and swearing, pounding the desk and threatening to take all manner of harmful actions against the person on the other end of the line.

            I know this is just Brian's charming way of convincing a potential source to cooperate.  No harm is meant and usually no offense is taken.  And it is effective.  He's gotten more exclusives than any other reporter on the paper.

            While I'm sitting there I overhear the religion guy talking quietly into the phone.  He's saying, "Yes Cardinal, that would be very nice, we would love to cover the ceremony  . . . blah, blah, blah."

            At that moment, Brian's voice rose to a crescendo, " I'm going to jam my fist into your mouth, rip your heart out and shit down your throat," as he hung up the phone.

            The religion writer's shoulders winced and he quickly said good-bye to his caller.  He turned, got up, went over to Brian's desk and said, "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."

            "I was only talking to my mother," Brian replied.

            Brian motioned to me and we left.