At the Washington Times, Peter Suderman
talks to Whit Stillman, a brilliant writer-director — and an
AmSpec alum. Stillman believes that he’s paid a
professional price for refusing to conform to prevailing Hollywood
sensibilities that he objected to decades ago in our pages:
In the early 1980s, he worked as the New York editor of the
conservative political magazine now known as the American
Spectator. In 1981, he wrote an essay for the magazine
headlined “Sleazy, Soapy, and Rich,” in which he complained of the
crude and vicious stereotypes with which the era’s television
dramas had chosen to represent the wealthy.
Writing about “Dallas,” the hit prime-time serial about wealthy
Texans, he noted that “the vilification of capitalists and their
families is so intense” that one critic had suggested the show
might be pulling story tips from a KGB playbook. He was
particularly bothered by the way the shows portrayed wealthy women,
aghast that those “portrayed on the five nighttime serials are
perhaps the largest group of sluts ever assembled in
peacetime.”
Those early sentiments go a long way toward explaining why Mr.
Stillman’s movies often play like sweet, funny odes to bourgeois
virtue — and why his sense of empathy and respect often extends to
his female characters even more than to their male
counterparts.
It’s a sense that he’s stuck with — even when it’s cost
him. Asked about the article, he first pretends to be a little
embarrassed but nods in assent. “I don’t like the melodrama thing
of turning people into villains,” he says.
Mr. Stillman recalls directing an episode of the TV show
“Homicide: Life on the Street.” He had a script he liked, but a
rewrite turned a yuppie victim — whose family had been murdered —
into “this awful, caricatured yuppie villain.”
“We don’t necessarily want to do a PR job for them,” he says of
the character type. “But we also don’t want to dehumanize them,
either.” He objected to the rewrite and is sure he was
“blacklisted” — his explosive and unprompted term — from directing
television as a result.
I can’t speak for Stillman’s newest film, Damsels
in Distress, as I haven’t seen it yet — Peter
liked it, but not as much as Stillman’s earlier works — but
his trio of comedies-of-manners from the 90s are all wonderful.
Barcelona in particular is a must-see; the most
overtly political of Stillman’s films, it deals in part with
Cold War anti-Americanism and gives many of the best lines to a
snarky anti-Communist (“They’re against [NATO]? What are they for?
Soviet troops racing across Europe, eating all the
croissants?”).
A PDF of “Sleazy, Soapy, and Rich” is available here, part
of a large archive of not only The American Spectator but
numerous other publications licensed by publisher and
philanthropist Ron Unz.
Cpm| 4.13.12 @ 8:19PM
Barcelona is one of my favorite movies, Stillman writes great dialogue, wryly, ironically funny. Metropolitan is funny too. It's too bad that more people didn't get Stillman during his run in the 90's, but I miss not seeing more of his stuff.
Jack Burden| 4.13.12 @ 8:43PM
No wonder I love Stillman's films so much. Barcelona is patriotic to be sure, but the others, Metropolitan and Last Days of Disco, are for me even stronger, though nuanced, odes to middle class values. Although I have seen all three anew in the last year, I was unaware that his fourth film was finally out. Word to the wise, Metropolitan is streaming on Netflix.