FILM / The Last Detail

Gilbert Adair
Thursday 03 September 1992 23:02 BST
Comments

Your support helps us to tell the story

From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.

At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.

The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.

Your support makes all the difference.

OF LATE, film critics have become increasingly alert to a kind of virtuoso camera movement that is conceived precisely to call attention to itself. No self- respecting reviewer of The Player, for instance, would have dared omit mention of its lengthy sequence-shot in which a long, meticulously plotted scene unreels without a single cut. There was, too, the strange and no less self-conscious overhead tracking-shot through schoolroom and church in The Long Day Closes. And, as a rule, complex camera movements are now regarded as an essential test of their movie manhood by an entire generation of cineliterate directors.

The recently re-released Singin' in the Rain belongs, of course, to a more 'primitive' stage of filmic evolution, when the virtuoso shot was less the object of a directorial cult than a mere serendipitous by-product of narrative energy. But the musical does contain one of the greatest camera movements (or rather, camera gestures) in the medium's history.

It occurs in the almost too famous title number. At one point, if you recall, after sashaying along the glowingly rainswept, studio-reconstructed sidewalk, Gene Kelly suddenly takes a stand in the middle of the street, ecstatically swings his umbrella around his body - and the camera, as though with a huge intake of breath, cranes upward to encompass him in a slightly tilted high-angle shot.

What is so beautiful about the movement is not its inevitability but its un-inevitability, the fact that, unlike the examples cited above, the sequence is in no sense constructed around it and arguably does not really need it. It's almost as though the movement were unplotted, unpremeditated, as though, once on the set, the cameraman simply couldn't contain himself, as though not even the camera itself could resist empathising with Kelly's euphoria in a gesture as instinctive and spontaneous as a burst of applause.

That, I know, is just a film buff's sentimental fantasy, but it does demonstrate how, in a great film, suspension-of-disbelief can be extended even to something as functional and indifferent as a camera.

Join our commenting forum

Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies

Comments

Thank you for registering

Please refresh the page or navigate to another page on the site to be automatically logged inPlease refresh your browser to be logged in