The Brutally, Delightfully Honest Language of Comedy
An essay by: Witney Seibold
A friend of mine was recently, in a fit of argumentative playfulness, dismissing most every film produced in America from the end of World War II all the way to the advent of the Beatles in the early 1960s. Sure, he posited, there were classics along the way (“All About Eve” sprung immediately to mind, and “Sunset Boulevard”), but for the most part, all American films of the late 1940s and all of the 1950s were infused with a depressing display of bland, repressive square-ness. He would not get behind the colorful melodramas of Douglas Sirk, the English-language noir classics of Fritz Lang, or the gloriously oddball cinematic uncle that is ‘50s sci-fi.
The rest of this article has moved! I have lazily re-purposed it (with several extensions and improvements) for the Free Film School over on CraveOnline. Go there, and you will see it published in two parts! Enjoy!