Author Archives: Julian Antos

CITY STREETS in the Chicago Daily News

City Streets opened at the Chicago Theater almost exactly 82 years ago. Here’s the original review from the Chicago Daily News (thanks to Neil Cooper for giving us the article). Check out the mini-reviews for other films on the right!

City Streets - Chicago Daily News

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Saving Vintage Animation One 400-Foot Reel at a Time:
An Interview with Tommy Stathes

Photo courtesy Lazara Stathes

Several of the shorts in our Wladyslaw Starewicz program (Screening Sunday 11/2 at 7pm at Cinema Borealis) are coming from film collector and animation historian Tommy Stathes. We exchanged a few questions with Tommy by e-mail about some of his ongoing projects and his role in keeping film alive.

For more information, visit Cartoons on Film & the Bray Animation Project

JA: What came first, your interest in film collecting or your interest in animation? How did you first get involved with both?

TS: I was definitely deeply interested in animation as a very young child, well before the moment when I understood that I could collect anything. Growing up in the early 90s, I was seeing most classic animation by way of VHS tapes given to me as gifts by older family members, and less occasionally, on television. As for why I gravitated toward animation so much at such a young age, I’ll never know, although it’s generally accepted that most infants, toddlers and older children simply love cartoons. My fascination and urge to see more and more and eventually learn about their history was the unusual aspect.

My parents and grandparents were all instrumental in seeking out more tapes once I started showing a great interest in the ones I already owned as a toddler. It was probably around 1995 when I realized I could start looking for tapes in stores on my own (with mom’s or dad’s assistance, of course!), and that began a little collecting craze. However, my knowledge was limited as this was before we had a computer or the internet at home, and I was still a very young child. A couple years later, my father happened upon a small collection of 1940s 16mm cartoons in bright, attractive Castle Films boxes and acquired them for me, knowing I would love the packaging. I didn’t have any clue what a reel of film was or how it could be used, though, and it took awhile before an elderly family member dug out a 16mm projector and introduced me to the magic of actual film projection. I was immediately hooked, and the rest is history. I estimate that by age 13 or so, I began seriously collecting film prints and today I own over 1,000 silent and early sound animation subjects in my personal archive.

JA: A lot of film collectors (and collectors in general) tend to only provide “access” to their materials when dealing with other collectors and close friends (e.g. secret basement screenings), but you sort of bridge a gap between the private collector world, the archiving world, and the exhibitor world by maintaining a collection and providing access to it via digital transfers and public screenings. What do you think the responsibilities of a collector are in an increasingly digital world? What’s the mission of Cartoons on Film?

TS: I originally began collecting film prints not only because it was a fascinating medium, but also because in most cases, 16mm prints were the only examples of many of these films that could be viewed–a shockingly low percentage of what survived or was still accessible in the 1980s and 1990s had been transferred to video, and even less than that was available to the average VHS consumer. I was very frustrated to read about early animation history and not be able to go to the video store or look in a mail order catalog and find the films I was reading about. So, once I discovered 16mm, that was also the method by which I could actually see some of these films, and I believe others should be able to see them as well.

As you mention, today there is a necessity for reliance on digital mediums. I’ve provided access to some of my material in the way of unrestored, standard-definition DVD transfers so that any researcher, fan, or historian can watch and own a copy of some of this material. Remember how I mentioned that so little of what survived in 16mm was transferred to video? Even more bothersome is the fact that little of what was available on VHS has been made available on DVD, and I’ve tried to fill that void with my own home-brewed collections. That being said, though, I do have lots more in the way of 16mm than what I offer on DVD. We’re in a transition period, though, and it looks like the trend for video consumption is now moving to the online realm. I will be sharing more of my material with the public, but it’s not clear yet whether to invest in and rely on the DVD market for much longer.

In the meantime, I have the great pleasure of curating occasional 16mm screenings in the NYC area (something I’d like to greatly increase) as well as making some prints available to fellow exhibitors and screening venues. Film is an art form that was meant to be seen and shared and while collectors have every right not to share what they own, I feel that a mutual consumption of film is what benefits us all the most. Viewers are usually very appreciative to see rare film material, and print owners are often celebrated for their collecting efforts in this arrangement.

The trouble with digital anything is the risk for limitless copying and filesharing, so some caution needs to be exercised when circulating rare material that way. Rampant sharing of films on the internet by people other than the collector who generously digitized a film can often downplay that collector’s efforts in the field, and often even cut into any living he or she makes by curating and screening the physical material. Unfortunately, the attitude of some people nowadays is “If I can see a film in low-res on YouTube or the Internet Archive, why should I buy a DVD, attend and pay for a physical screening, or pay a collector and lecturer to show a film in my community?” In other words, digital is a double-edged sword. It’s marvelous for quick access and reference, but can be awful when an intellectual property is exploited in a way that negatively affects someone’s ability to afford food. It’s also not a great archival medium.

JA: You started the Bray Animation Project in 2011. Can you tell us a little about the studio and your goals for the project?

TS: Gladly! In short, the Bray Studios was the first fully-functioning animation studio, and it helped create and also held ground in the new industry for several years. Founded in 1913 by J.R. Bray, the New York City ‘assembly line’ cartoon factory produced animated content throughout the silent era, and helped launch the careers of classic animation moguls like Max Fleischer, Walter Lantz, and Paul Terry among others.

The studio’s films were, surprisingly, better archived than most product of its time throughout the decades, but sadly the surviving material has been largely unavailable and obscured since the 1950s. I’m doing my best to try and amass the largest archive of the studio’s films so they can once again be studied and enjoyed. I currently have just over 200 of their roughly 600 animated comedy and educational cartoons, and my main goal is to keep searching, discovering, acquiring and copying more of them as they turn up in private collections and archives. My second and more long-term goal is to bring the films (and the stories behind their production and archiving) back into public view, especially as I get closer to collecting complete series. Many are lost, but “lost” films do turn up every so often!

JA: You’re in the process of making new 16mm prints of two Walter Lantz cartoons. How difficult is this to do? Do you have any more “film-to-film” (to borrow a phrase from the Academy Film Archive) preservation projects planned?

TS: This is not difficult at all to do. Providing a film element can still run through lab equipment (as these can), there’s a simple process involved: make a new internegative, and then master and reference prints off that new negative. I hope to do this for several other cartoons as funds allow. It’s not immensely expensive, either, but requires some fundraising and creativity since I cannot fund all this out of pocket. As I said earlier, digital is simply not an archival option, at least not in my eyes. If a rare, valuable film exists in a film format, I believe it should be preserved in its native format instead of simply being copied to digital.

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In Which Walter Huston’s Vacation is Ruined, and Joan Crawford Never Had Much of a Vacation to Begin With (1932)


A recent service call at the Portage led us to the service manuals for the early 1930s Western Electric Soundheads currently installed in the cinema, which included the list price, no less than $34,000. This is in 1934 dollars, and given that the only way film could be run at the time (and the only way a respectable repertory house runs film now) was on a two projector changeover system, the cost of the sound heads alone was at the time just under $70,000. This didn’t include the cost of installing the machinery. The manual reminds the exhibitor that though the cost might seem a bit high, Western Electric was offering the best sound reproduction possible. (They were right, of course, the design on those sound heads is very similar to those used in theaters today, about eighty years later as we look at the end of 35mm distribution as an industry standard, and the ones installed at the Portage are still running flawlessly.)

Exhibitors running expensive sound systems in 1932 – and regardless of what system they were using it never would have been cheap – were no doubt quite frustrated with Rain. Most exhibitors, critics, and audiences were at least unimpressed with the film, Variety called it a mistake, and Joan Crawford hated her performance, but the most impressive thing about Rain is the sound of Lewis Milestone recklessly destroying the sound mix with an onslaught of engineered thunderstorms. The dialog is never unintelligible (it helps that everyone is yelling at each other) but every scream and every murmur is abrasive and often downright frightening.

Rain exploits sound in a manner less graceful but equally effective as the synchronized sound version of Milestone’s All Quiet on the Western Front, a film that suggests that the synchronized sound format (essentially an effects track played over a film with intertitles) had a lot more potential than the format’s short life allowed it. Some of the most memorable moments in the synchronized version of All Quiet are a handful of bloodcurdling shrieks. The dialog in this version is suppressed because there is no means to exhibit it, but given the film’s context in the trenches of the Great War, that makes all the more sense. All Quiet on the Western Front is a film about companionship; Rain, in which Joan Crawford plays a south seas prostitute and conversion project of fire and brimstone preacher Walter Huston, is an equally desperate film about isolation, and it shrieks and cries as loudly as a war film but without any sense of redemption, comfort, or sympathy.


Looking back Rain seems more like a skillfully mangled Val Lewton production than a pre-Code proto-exploitation picture. It’s too pessimistic to keep its audience comfortable, but the film moves with an omniscience that suggests that some greater force might be listening even if the cause is hopeless. One of the most impressive sequences in the film features Crawford screaming at Huston as he prays for her soul, neither of them is listening to each other, the camera crawls up to watch them from above and for a brief moment nothing else could seem quite so desperate. Rain has tight corners but is never static or careless. The preacher is full of it, the prostitute cannot be saved, the weather sucks, but the whole arrangement is oddly moving.

The Northwest Chicago Film Society will screen a 16mm print of Rain from Radio Cinema Film Archive on Wednesday, July 27 at the Portage Theater at 7:30. Please see our current calendar for more information.

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On The Bill This Wednesday: “The Young In Heart”

Some brief notes about what we’re showing April 6th at the Portage.

AT THE DOG SHOW (1942)
It seems irresponsible not to introduce a film like At the Dog Show, but then again, maybe it’s the recklessness of showing it in the first place that makes it so worthwhile. Redistributed by National Telefilm Associates (it was an RCA film originally) and produced by by Fairbanks and Carlisle (we’ll assume a relation to Douglas Fairbanks here, but can’t promise anything) it’s nearly impossible to tell what the film’s target audience might have been. Presumably it was shown fairly casually in cinemas when it was released theatrically in 1942, but its appearances on television (for children at odd hours of a Saturday morning, unassuming housewives in the afternoon, the whole family before The Dick Van Dyke Show, mom and dad late at night just before bed … all situations would be equally startling occasions to see dogs with rotoscoped talking mouths) must have been quite baffling. Television was doing something right. The animation was done by George Webster Crenshaw, who was responsible for the 1962-1995 single panel comic strip Belvedare, and worked as an animator for Disney (specifically on Fantasia and Pinocchio) and recalls the strangest of George Pal’s Puppetoons.

***At the Dog Show comes to us courtesy of our friends at the Chicago Film Archives ***

The Incredible Stranger (Jacques Tourneur, 1942)
The Incredible Stranger represents a body of work by Jacques Tourneur still relatively unearthed. This 1942 one-reller, made for MGM shortly before Tourneur directed Cat People for Val Lewton at RKO, is the second to last of a series of twenty-one short subjects the director made between 1936 and 1944. If they’re all this good then there’s a major section of the great Tourneur’s filmography we’ve been missing out on (though it should be noted that this short and a couple others have made brief, rare appearances on Turner Classic Movies), and if they’re half as good as The Incredible Stranger, they should still be pulled out of their respective vaults as soon as possible. We’re doing what we can, this original 16mm print comes from our own collection and was struck in 1942. Patrick Friel of Cine-File puts it best in his capsule review of the short (which was cited as “crucial viewing” on their site this week), but suffice it to say that the similarities between the short and the rest of Tourneur’s work are staggering, it’s the most emotionally resonant eleven minute film any of us have seen in a while.


THE YOUNG IN HEART (Richard Wallace, 1938)
The Young In Heart is neither rare nor terribly obscure, but for some reason this heavyhearted lightweight of a screwball comedy has slipped through the greasy fingers of auteurists and genre-files. Nevertheless Variety, Leonard Maltin, and even the grumpy Leslie Halliwell thought it was just about perfect. It’s incredibly tender, a case study of a family of con artists who get working class jobs in order to impress an elderly woman who’s possessions and real estate they’d like to inherit. This family, made up of Janet Gaynor, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., Roland Young, and Billie Burke, may be a group of clueless ne’er-do-wells, but they’re also so socially inept that they’re almost sweethearted. One of the most touching exchanges in the film occurs between Fairbanks and Gaynor on a milk cart, in which he asks her if she ever heard of anyone marrying for love … they’re both perplexed. It’s a film about a rotten bunch of stray dogs, basically, but even they turn out alright (there was an alternate ending, however, explained here in the Variety review).

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“Railroaded!” Distilled

We think Railroaded! is a very good film by a great director (Anthony Mann, who would claim the cinematic West like nobody else in the 1950s, elevating James Stewart to Shakespearean proportions in films like Winchester ’73 while maintaining the stark photography and relentless pulp of the noirs he made in the late 1940s) – but before it was saved by the auteur theory it was – and still is – at heart a Poverty Row flick, a cheap movie made by a broke studio looking to make a profit.

Which doesn’t diminish the film.

Perhaps the most impressive quality of B pictures was their formal and commercial malleability, present both in the infamously cheap way they were produced (as the old saying goes, in a B movie the sets shake when an actor slams a door), and in the ways they were exhibited – and re-exhibited, and re-re-exhibited. These qualities, originally products of commercial necessity, are what make these films worth watching now.

As part of a casually desperate attempt to bolster income, Producers Releasing Corporation released Railroaded! not only as a feature film on the usual circuit of lower rent movie houses, but also in an edited version (pared down to a quarter of its original length) retitled Uncertain Guilt, intended for exhibition on television. Uncertain Guilt is probably all but lost, but many of these made-for-TV cutdowns still exist, and some survive the features from which they’re assembled. The short we’ll be showing before Railroaded!Philo Vance, Detective, is one of these. Released by Screen Gems (responsible for the syndication of The Three Stooges shorts) it’s a cut-down of a B movie nobody we know can seem to remember. It features Sheila Ryan, and some other schmuck who stashes a fresh murder victim in the trunk of Philo’s car for the police to find. Ouch.

In the age of DVD canonization and hyper-auteurism the idea of mutilated features, along with things like the Universal horror cutdowns (ten minute versions of Creature From the Black Lagoon or Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein available in Super 8 or 16mm versions, sound or silent, purchasable at your local Sears!) that populated the home entertainment market before VHS tapes, seems downright sacrilegious. But when you take a look at these reconstituted bits and pieces of cinema, they take on a dynamic that hits their audience over the head before they have a chance to object, or even realize that anything is missing.

In a sense, the cut-downs contain the unelaborated essence of the films they were assembled from. In Railroaded!, the men beat women and the women beat women (and John Ireland nearly always looks like a quivering boy, so startlingly nervous he could never compose himself enough to be an adult) and nearly every shot is so darkly lit that three o’clock in the morning looks like just around midnight. The plot makes sense because it feels familiar, but the film’s substance comes from gestures, gun shots, and a sense of dread that’s created visually. The idea is that when the film is over, no matter how long it has lasted, it’s the gestures that matter. Railroaded! isn’t memorable as a grand, sweeping epic (it isn’t El Cid, after all), but for a bunch of dirty looks. It’s stock footage for our nightmares.

It would be pretty foolish, maybe downright stupid, to suggest that the practice of cutting down B-pictures and horror flicks somehow elevated them to high art, but at the same time, watching the 18 minute cut-down of Philo Vance suggests that even the shoddiest movies are indestructible, every frame is precious, but every frame is precious in its own right. The faces in these films overcome low production values no matter what the context. (JA)

The Northwest Chicago Film Society Will Screen Railroaded! on Wednesday, March 30th at the Portage Theater. Please see our current calendar for more information.

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Re: I Shot Jesse James

Made for Lippert Pictures, a low rent production company specializing in B-Westerns and crime films for their even lower rent theater chain stretching across America’s Bible Belt, Sam Fuller’s first picture as a director carries all the darkness and doubt of films like McCabe and Mrs. Miller, Anthony Mann’s grubby string of 1950s Western Noirs, or Heaven’s Gate with Park Row and Pre-Code poetics (yeah, we know, 1948 ain’t pre-code by any stretch, but watching this next to I Am A Fugitive From A Chain Gang, Fuller’s 1948 feature sure feels like it). And if I Shot Jesse James can be considered the first revisionist western – an argument that makes more and more sense when one considers what a dramatic shift in sentiment it is to something like John Ford’s My Darling Clementine – than the Cine-Fist (as Godard would come to call Fuller) catapulted the genre out of its (perhaps) misdirected southern demographic like nothing else in the history of B-pictures.

The constraints of a low budget and a mere ten day shoot have something to do with it, but a great deal of credit should probably be extended to Lippert Productions for the claustrophobia and brutal tension than makes I Shot Jesse James so brilliantly unstable. In the late ’40s and early ’50s Lippert was producing grimy, naturalistic pictures like Little Big Horn (also starring John Ireland – Manny Farber called it the best film of 1951) and Three Desperate Men, and always the heroes were questionable, tragic figures. What Fuller added to this niche of stock footage-filled low budget filmmaking was poetry. Fuller’s pitch to Lippert, as he says in his autobiography (essential reading for anyone interested in pretty much any facet of American history or the smoking of cigars) was simply “It’s a murder movie, goddammit!” but there’s much more going on here.

Fuller’s west is far more claustrophobic than John Ford’s. In place of Henry Fonda leaning back in his chair next to the expanse of My Darling Clementine’s Arizona landscape is a very intense study of faces. Both Dave Kehr and Manny Farber would note that the more films Fuller made, the more he moved towards making films almost entirely out of close-ups. But here “close-ups” mean a great deal more than the physical space they take up on screen, and in fact there’s rarely a shot that doesn’t have someone’s torso in it. The way people look at each other in I Shot Jesse James (the expression on Ireland’s face when he shoots his best friend in the back, the way Barbara Britton looks at Ireland when she knows she doesn’t love him anymore because of it, the way Ireland looks at a kid who tried to kill him to because “the guy who shoots the man who shot Jesse James would be the best shot in the west”) makes the viewer conscious of every quality of their faces right down to their eyelash hairs. The way they look at each other and the way they appear individually on screen creates a balance between a very private world and a very naked, exposed one. Bob Ford’s life is humiliating, but he’s got a tough mug.

Following its run south of the Mason-Dixon Line and premiere in Los Angeles (Lippert also had a small movie palace in Fresno, where the whole outfit began), I Shot Jesse James should have been pegged for the B-movie graveyard (home of countless re-titles, re-issues, and re-distributions). But the economic and artistic success (which was and is considerable) of this murder movie is as a balancing act: it was a film whose success as a pulpy B-Western for the more conservative (presumably) mostly rural demographic of movie going Bible Belt carried over to the more liberal East and West Coasts as an art film (Godard said it had “an oppressive intensity the cinema had not seen since Dreyer’s Joan of Arc.”), and at the same time represented a shift in the language with which westerns were made, marking a transition between the traditional romantic westerns of John Ford and Howard Hawks, and the revisionist westerns of Budd Boetticher, Sam Peckinpah, and Anthony Mann. (JA)

The Northwest Chicago Film Society will run I SHOT JESSE JAMES on Wednesday, March 16th at the Portage Theater

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