There is a rowdy queue of merits associated with the serene
art of cinema; perhaps one of the strongest advantages
lies in its powerful sense of evocation. For some very privileged people,
cinema is able to paint more than just a pretty picture and is fully able to
rip into its audience’s soul and juggle with their emotions, their thoughts and
feelings. Let me throw some names at you:
Nolan. Tarantino. Spielberg.
Household names; ground-breaking directors who have caused
more than a mere stir during their renowned careers and all thanks to one
endearing trait; their pure love of cinema. Their contribution has helped make
cinema a dominant art form, one which truly caters for everybody with its
eclectic style and creative prowess. So it’s really no surprise that the deaths
of Tony Scott and Michael Clarke Duncan have packed such a brutal punch.
Tony Scott lived his life in the shadow of his more-critically
accepted brother, Ridley (Alien, Blade
Runner) yet thankfully, the overwhelmingly positive tributes that have
flooded in for the late and certainly great director have focused solely on his
aesthetically pleasing body of work. Many will recall the likes of Top Gun, an undoubtedly popular addition
to the macho-men volume of Hollywood cinema and far superior to the likes of
Charlie Sheen’s Navy SEALS and oh,
yes…Iron Eagle.
What Scott lacked in critical backing, he made up for at the
box-office. However, unlike film-makers who experience similar critical
contrast such as Michael Bay, Scott was a true master of his craft. His
‘on-the-fence’ reviews would usually pin-point a lack of dramatic and narrative
resonance (that was attributed so highly to Ridley) yet a picture made to pure
perfection. In Poker terms, he was always the Full House opposed to the Royal
Flush. His knowledge and dexterous touch as well as sublime craftsmanship were
second-to-none and his flicks provided audiences with endless hours of thrills
and spills. A truly remarkable, yet severely underrated film-maker.
Michael Clarke Duncan was a unique screen presence. Big Mike
stood at 6’ 5” and his muscular frame, imposing stature and deep, booming voice
were bizarrely contrasted by his kind, caring nature; or at least that was the
way he consistently came across as.
Like many others, the role I’ll always associate him with
was that of the (wrongly) convicted child-murderer in Frank Darabont’s The Green Mile. Strongly considered one
of the best movies made in the last 20-years or so, The Green Mile was an adaption from Stephen King’s novel of the
same name. Duncan portrayed John Coffey (“like
the drink, only not spelled the same”), a seemingly uneducated simpleton
who had been sentenced to death after being discovered with two dead girls. As
the audience learns more about the character in Darabont’s majestic and
emotionally charged movie, Duncan himself is a revelation. Never looking like a
fish-out-of-water next to co-star Tom Hanks, Duncan was rightly nominated for
an Oscar that year for his portrayal which will be remembered for a long time
to come.
The point I wish to make is one that rings a beneficial bell
in terms of Hollywood. Tributes poured in from all over when the shocking announcements
were first made. It quickly became apparent that though neither was considered
a household name, both were respected by those who cherish the art of cinema as
well as those who perhaps consider themselves casual acquaintances with their
local movie theatre. I think it’s a testament to the power of movies and the
much-maligned Hollywood that these two figures are being celebrated so much.
Scott’s True Romance defined the
hyper-stylised and violent movies of the 90s (written by Pulp Fiction’s Tarantino of course) and contemporary film fans hold
recent efforts such as Unstoppable starring
Chris Pine and Denzel Washington and Man
On Fire, again starring Scott-favoured Washington, in such high-esteem.
Duncan also had a varied career; The Green Mile will go down as his magnum opus due to his Oscar
nom, but he also starred in many a-blockbuster such as Armageddon, The Whole Nine Yards and Daredevil. He was appreciated by the industry he loved so much and
by the fans who flocked to the cinema, even if they couldn’t quite recall his
name.
Hollywood is damn-near impossible to break and once you’ve
made it, it can knock you back down from whence you came within a matter of
seconds. That’s what they say anyway but I believe the likes of Michael Clarke
Duncan and Tony Scott oppose that theory. Consistent, efficient, hard-working
and reliable; they weren’t stars that shone the brightest and perhaps didn’t
always get the recognition they deserved but when it came down to the final
haul, both got the rousing send-off they deserved and the industry has suffered
a great loss. The beauty of film is that they will always be remembered through
their art and cemented within the rich history of cinema forever more.
Tony Scott (21st June, 1944 – 19th August,
2012)
Michael Clarke Duncan (10th December, 1957 – 3rd
September, 2012)
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