Showing posts with label wordlessness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wordlessness. Show all posts

Friday, January 6, 2017

Eilenberg and Steenrod Walk Into a Bar


[Note:  The following, extremely funny joke,  requires   as a prerequisite  a sound knowledge of Category Theory.    For readers who lack this qualification, the punchline will appear blank.]

Set-Up: Eilenberg and Steenrod   walk into a bar;  one of them has had a few already, the other is dressed as a Scotsman. 
The bartender, looking from the one to the other with some concern, says,

“Why the long face?”

Punchline:  Steenrod glances at Eilenberg and wisecracks back,  

                                ?                          !! ”

Monday, September 1, 2014

A Pregnant Pause


A cinematic -- or rather, actually, televisual -- illustration of the Eloquence of Silence.

In “The Case of the Sulky Girl” (TV, 1957),  the eponymous (anti)heroine  brushes past Perry Mason’s receptionist (disregarding the objection that an appointment is required) and slips into his office, where he is on the phone  with his back turned.  He is fumbling one-handedly with a cigarette (young folks today will be baffled by this, but:  Back in the day, there were no hands-free phones;  and people other than serial killers  actually smoked onscreen);  a slender hand appears stage-right, with a lit match -- not a single one, not in contact with her actual skin, but one set upright upon the matches-pack (we leave it to the hermeneuticists to unriddle the symbolism);  he accepts the favor, bemused.  And agrees to hear her out, there and then.



Turns out she’s a prospective heiress (a well-worn feminine movie trope;  you won’t find guys mooning away in that filmic position, unless they’re villains, as in Kind Hearts and Coronets), contesting a trust.   She stands to haul in a cool million, provided she waits until age 25 to marry (and she but twenty-three!).   Mason, with an air of reason, suggests, “Why not wait a couple of years?  It sounds profitable.”  -- “But I want to get married now.” --  “Mm, why?” -- …
… -- …
No answer.  A pause; a look, as blank as she can make it.
Mason, for a second opinion, glances over at Della Reese. 
She, not batting an eyelash, returns his glance.
Ahh… HA!

At this point, the adult members of the audience (the women, certainly, and the wiser among the married men)  have cottoned on:  She cannot wait, because she’s … with child.

Now... When I used to watch these episodes as a kid, sitting clueless on the sofa  while Eisenhower stewarded the world,  this passage would have blown right by me.  But since it wasted no words, neither would it have perplexed me, or wasted time.
Well done, all.


[Note]  Among the most fraught moments in movies, as we have observed before, are wordless.   But that is not quite what we are getting at here.  In the climaxing scenes in the movies referred to in that essay (“The Third Man”, “North by Northwest”, “The Godfather II”), what is meant is ineffable.   In this modest TV episode, it is eminently effable:  She’s pregnant out of wedlock, and doesn’t want to say so out loud.   So, it’s not epiphanic;  but it is still an elegant illustration of s’entendre à demi-mot -- or, in this case, no word at all. 
(And very nice the way Mason, instantly glimpsing the truth, nonetheless checks with Della for confirmation.)


For our own adventure into the audio-visual,
where more is suggested
than is explicitly said,
try this:



For the adults who didn’t quite get it (while still leaving the children  partially in the dark), a following scene confirms:
Sulky:  “There’s something else you don’t know.”
Mason, complacently:  “That was my second hunch;  I hope it’s a boy.”

This strikes the modern viewer  something like a fish-in-the-face:  No-one would be allowed to place such a sentiment into the mouth of the hero nowadays.   And in this case, I must concur -- not for reasons of political correctness, but of theological adequacy:  “Man and Woman  created He them.”   (Thy will be done.)

[Post-note]  Another nice word-to-the-wise exchange -- not actually wordless, but minimalist.
Mason’s gumshoe briefly outlines the Sulky Girl’s earlier méfaits.
Mason: “Maybe she’s just taking her time growing up.”
Drake: “Hm. So was Two-Gun Crowley.”


Young Francis “Two-Gun” Crowley:
an early forerunner of Arthur “Two-Sheds” Jackson

[A precocious career criminal;  executed for murder at the age of nineteen.]


Saturday, September 17, 2011

Dialogue for unaccompanied voice


The purest moments in cinema are wordless:  Cary Grant alone at the crossroads, in the wheatfields, in North by Northwest;  Joseph Cotton, in The Third Man, walking back beneath the falling falling leaves.
(Or again, at the end of "The Godfather:  Part II":  blowing leaves, but now more fraught.)

~   ~   ~

Suzanne and I just saw “The Debt”, enjoying it more than the reviews said we ought to.   Well-crafted and well-plotted -- one reviewer had complained that the action was difficult to follow, what with the flashbacks and with two sets of actors physically unresemblant actors  playing the central characters:  but if you did follow the story, it repaid your attention  by making sense.

The most riveting character was that of the doctor, especially when he was (somehow alarmingly) expressing friendly concern.   This is what the loathsome character of Hannibal Lector should have been, had it been any good.  Anyhow, a critical point comes during a dialogue between the doctor and his Mossad captor David, during which David  speaks not a word.   The doctor cautions him to be careful with Rachel -- the first couple of months of pregnancy are so fragile.  Watching David’s face -- as we do not, the film does not stoop to a reaction-shot -- the doctor realizes:  “Oh -- you didn’t know.”  Again a silence in which much is said.  “Oh!  And you’re -- not the father.”

The moral balance in these early scenes   guides the further unfolding of the plot with the logic and pitilessness of an electromagnetic field.