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Friday, February 19, 2021

It Was the 80s: St. Elmo's Fire

Once upon a time, I was an undergraduate in a graduate-level film class at the U of M. One of the projects in the class involved the grad students going out and filming the concepts we were learning about and then bringing back the footage to then "mentor" the undergrads with. One of the grads (who already considered himself MIGHTILY above us all) took this very seriously and used his footage as an opportunity to lecture us for over an hour. The footage was nothing special, something a child could have pointed a camera at and shot, a bunch of buildings in downtown St. Paul in the middle of winter strung together at random. We watched, unimpressed. Next, he showed us the same images a second time but against a soundtrack of some big band jazz song, asking us to pay special attention to how the experience was different this time around. We watched, still unimpressed. I did not share my reaction with the class (because I'm not mean) but if I had, it would have been: Uninteresting, basic images and then uninteresting, basic images set to music. Got it. The music didn't really stand for anything, it wasn't being used ironically, but the images and the music together definitely made for a better viewing experience. If anything it was a way for this person to appear to know what he was doing. TL,DR: music is a powerful tool in filmmaking.

Does this have anything to do with St. Elmo's Fire? A little. Obviously Joel Schumacher is leagues more knowledgeable than the grad student in my story (who has since become a professor). Adding arbitrary music won't save a project from its own badness, but adding good music and positioning it at just the right moments can make a film come off as skilled and memorable and can do a lot of heavy emotional lifting where the script may fall short. 


St. Elmo's Fire, 1985. d. Joel Schumacher 

starring: Demi Moore, Rob Lowe, Andrew McCarthy, Emilio Estevez, Ally Sheedy, Judd Nelson, Mare Winningham

Summary: "A group of friends, just out of college, struggle with adulthood." IMDB

This story embodies perfectly what my childhood idea of post-college life would be like. As I was a nine-year-old child living in a rural midwestern town when it came out, I didn't know much, but I knew I wanted to be like these cats. Bar-hopping with the same group of friends, quirky apartments, a group CHANT, you know, those kinds of things. I learned of the film from seeing trailers on television and from John Parr's music video for "Man in Motion" on MTV but I was not yet allowed to see R rated films in the theater, so I lived for the little glimpses from these. Imagine my joy when a friend of my mother's (at some posh lake house we were at the next summer) had St. Elmo's Fire on VHS! At ten, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven (read: Rob Lowe 80s aesthetic) but more than that, I still thought these people were cool as hell. Also, I wanted to learn that piano theme terribly. It wasn't at all realistic, I later learned, but as a cultural piece of white people in the 80s and a story about friendship, it still holds up. I still listen to the soundtrack, regularly, regrettably missing is the fated let's-rock-in-conversational-tone-bar-piece, "One Love," performed by Billy Hixx and The New Breed,** but it still slaps, as the kids say.

The film opens with the crew walking away from a frat house building in graduation caps and gowns and quickly transitions to the aftermath of a car accident in an emergency room. As the group of friends is SO close-knit and still BFFS even after graduating college we see that when one of their own gets injured, they drop what they're doing to be with her in her time of need. This also serves as exposition to who everyone is, what they do, and how they're linked to each other:

Wendy (Winningham): the injured. Frumpy, virginal, rich parents (loves Billy)

Billy (Lowe): drunk companion of Wendy, cause of accident. Plays saxophone, hyper-sexual

Jules (Moore): hot pink evening gown and stole. Eccentric, glamorous, wild

Kirby (Estevez): in waiter's uniform. Stays to flirt with doctor, romantic and hopeful

Kevin (McCarthy): trench coat and camo pants. Pessimistic writer who throws out random deep thoughts (secretly in love with Leslie)

Leslie (Sheedy): sensible businesswoman. Responsible, shows empathy (lives with Alec)

Alec (Nelson): young political strategist. Type A, bossy, former democrat, now a republican (lives with Leslie)

After Wendy is discharged from the hospital, lamenting the state of her car, they all go to St. Elmo's Bar to drink more (as one does in the aftermath of a drunk driving accident). On goes the story, showing us bits of the characters' professional lives and more of their relationships with each other. A party, thrown by Kirby at the fancy estate of his employer, serves as an explosive turning point where many of the group's dramatic issues (Alec's infidelities, Kevin's love for Leslie, Kirby's A-level stalking prowess, and the beginnings of Jules's downfall in a thwarted confession to Billy) are revealed, and suddenly, things aren't so sunny anymore. Post-college adulthood is, to use Billy's preferred phrasing, more "out of hand" than any of them anticipated. 

Technically, the film is solid. The fall scenery, the collegiate settings (meant to portray Georgetown but actually shot on the University of Maryland's campus), and the huge height-of-the-80s apartments are all appealing throughout. The casting is perfect, everyone is attractive, and the pacing of the story, pretty fast-paced, moves along well with every character's unique struggles and interactions with others. The music elevates the experience, no matter where it's used. Even the seemingly throwaway conversation Alec and Leslie have over which albums she's allowed to take when she moves out drives the point that this era, this music, even the music choices of the characters (or their musical abilities)---all are very meaningful. In my opinion, you cannot have a discussion of this film and its place within 80s culture without honoring these music choices.

Hungry for more? Cameron of Obnoxious and Anonymous (@ObnoxandAnony) and I sat down for a nice long chat about St. Elmo's fire yesterday. Let us know what you think about it! 




**The song, as well as the clip from the film of Billy performing it (LET'S ROCK) is showcased beautifully over on UncleTNuc! You can find it HERE

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

News, Billy Hicks, The Psychology of The Sopranos

 I'd totally hit that, hair and all.
One last Sopranos book before I (hopefully) finish Season 6 this week; as usual, I'm about three years behind on my to-do list . . . but before I get to that, just thought I'd let you know that I've been given the green light for TELEVISION on Examiner (in addition to film), so you can get the goods on your favorite shows from me! That is, if you just can't get enough of me right here. I suppose this means I'll have to convince Matt to order HBO in time for True Blood in a few weeks . . . (giddy clapping hands, TEAM ERIC).

ALSO: what is with Billy Hicks always making the popular posts list? Are there honestly people out there (besides me) who google BILLY HICKS? And get led to my blog? I mean, if you're telling me you want me to properly review St. Elmo's Fire, complete with write up of Billy Hicks and his contributions to the film and all other eighties culture relevancies, YOU'VE GOT A DEAL. And since only five people sent/gave me proper recommendations, I'm going to have to let this business speak for itself.

 Look for Billy Hicks, Proper in a couple of weeks, in addition to:

1. Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, Day of the Dead
2. Baghdad Cafe
3. Rubber
4. Cedar Rapids
5. Lovely, Still
6. Troll Hunter.

Moving on:
The Psychology of The Sopranos: Love, Death, Desire, and Betrayal in America's Favorite Gangster Family, 2002, by Glen O. Gabbard, M.D.

Interesting. Amusing. I mean, I kind of think shrinks are mostly ridiculous, but at least this one was interesting enough to like The Sopranos. Honestly, the chapter titles were what I liked the best,

1. Bada Being and Nothingness
2. Tony's Ailment: Janus in Jersey
3. Tony's therapy: Flirting With Disaster
4. Is Tony Treatable?
5. Medea, Oedipus, and Other Family Myths
6. Scenes From A Marriage: Godfather Knows Best
7. The Lost Boys

There are other good things, too. Since he's a shrink himself, the author does a really bang up job comparing the issues of the show to actual (anonymous) clients that he's treated himself ("I had a patient once who had similar issues"). Also, he does a good job of clarifying medical terminology or conditions in their real-word (not cinematic) environments and explains things like true psychopaths, borderline personalities, or Oedipus complexes. (Incidentally, "Both Richie Aprile and Ralph Cifaretto are probably psychopaths.")

There's a good bit on the episode "Employee of the Month," (Dr. Melfi's rape) which is one of the most disturbing and memorable episodes in the series:

"The audience is one hundred percent behind Jennifer. When she was raped, viewers were viscerally affected: Colleagues of mine said they felt like it had happened to them or a friend. So the rape drives The Sopranos audience into a feeding frenzy. They are dying for Melfi to use her transference over Tony to have him rub out the rapist. In the last scene of the episode, she begins to cry, and Tony goes over to her and puts his arm around her to comfort her. She talks through her tears and asks him to sit down again. Tony asks, 'You want to say something?' The viewers, now on their feet screaming 'Yes!' are clamoring for Jennifer to authorize the whack. Instead she says, 'No.'"

Obviously there is no shortage of material for the Medea chapter (hadn't read that myth before . . . um, yikes), this section of the book was a little difficult (I still haven't reached the point where mothers killing their children is tolerable reading). My general feeling about it is that it shed too true a light on the actual psychological conditions we see in this show, and I didn't really like that . . . it's one thing to watch violence and dysfunction and abuse on a show or film, someone's STORY, but reading about the real life relevance is not exactly my idea of entertainment.

An interesting book. Not very optimistic, though.

Monday, August 23, 2010

For the Love of Billy. . .


HICKS, that is.

Let's all take the time to appreciate the one, the only, BILLY HICKS (played by the infinitely less talented Rob Lowe) from St. Elmo's Fire.

The Mullet! The Sax! "Let's Rock" in conversational tone!

If you were a tween in the 80s, chances are you had the hots for this guy, like me. My cousin Heidi had a poster in her bedroom of all the St. Elmo's guys, which I coveted for years. . . My mother would not allow me to see this film in the theater, goodness knows why.

This may just be the cheesiest character in the cheesiest film in the cheesiest decade of all time, but I love you, Billy Hicks.
(watch for In Love of Betty (Childs), soon to follow.)
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