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- June 01, 1992: The World's Worst Director
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- June 01, 1992 RIO:Coming Together to Save the Earth
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- CINEMA, Page 79
- The World's Worst Director
- </hdr><body>
- <p>Edward D. Wood Jr.'s '50s films are stupefyingly inept -- and so
- much more
- </p>
- <p>By RICHARD CORLISS
- </p>
- <p> Bad used to be a bad word. This was decades ago, when the
- creators and consumers of popular culture shared a notion of
- quality. A good movie possessed wit, style, coherence --
- competence. It had a story and stars that persuaded the viewer
- to get lost in the fiction. Movies did what entertainment was
- meant to do: suspend disbelief.
- </p>
- <p> Bad movies -- cheap horror films, dingy porno, old
- instructional pictures on dating technique -- suspend belief.
- They become documentaries of people trying to make a good movie.
- With their preposterous narratives, fractured editing, tatty
- sets and monotonous line readings, they play like doomed dress
- rehearsals. First you are drawn into the catastrophe of the
- filmmaking process, like a rubbernecking motorist passing a road
- kill. Then you notice that these movies are doubly subversive:
- they not only subvert themselves, they rebel against the timid
- rules of traditional filmmaking. In this sense, bad movies are
- the first modernist movies, as the French long ago realized.
- "Learn to go see the `worst' films," wrote Ado Kyrou in the 1957
- Le Surrealisme au Cinema. "They are sometimes sublime."
- </p>
- <p> The films of Edward D. Wood Jr. used to be just the old
- kind of bad. Wood's transvestite tale Glen or Glenda (1953)
- made a stir with "The Strange Case of a `Man' Who Changed His
- Sex!" -- though actually Glen only wanted to change his frocks.
- But Jail Bait (1954), Bride of the Monster (1955), Plan 9 from
- Outer Space (1956), Night of the Ghouls (1958) and The Sinister
- Urge (1961) went right into the commode. "Ed was a loser in my
- book," says the B-movie mogul Samuel Z. Arkoff. "Fundamentally,
- there were just too many things deficient."
- </p>
- <p> Deficient? The word does no justice to Wood's work -- to
- Bela Lugosi's mad monologues in Glen or Glenda ("Bevare of the
- big green dragon that sits on your doorstep!" he intones
- between stock shots of atom-bomb blasts and buffalo herds. "He
- eats little boys! Puppy-dog tails! Big fat snails!"); to Bride
- of the Monster's rubber octopus with a broken tentacle, which
- Wood stole from Republic Studios; to Lugosi's double in Plan 9,
- who is a head taller than the star (who died during the
- filming) and must cover his face with a cape; to the thespian
- exertions of 400-lb. ex-wrestler Tor Johnson in Night of the
- Ghouls; to the rantings of TV mystic Criswell in the 1965 nudie
- horror musical Orgy of the Dead ("Torture! Torture! It pleasures
- me!").
- </p>
- <p> Wood was, no question, a stupefyingly inept director. But
- he also had to make his movies in no time (three, maybe six,
- days) on weeny budgets (Jail Bait cost $22,000). He got Plan 9
- financed by some Southern Baptists; he gave leading roles in
- Bride of the Monster to anyone who would fund the movie. "Eddie
- paid me off in cash," says actor Lyle Talbot, who was in Plan
- 9, "and sometimes it was a lot of singles."
- </p>
- <p> In Wood's life, though, as limned in Rudolph Grey's new
- biography, Nightmare of Ecstasy: The Life and Art of Edward D.
- Wood, Jr. (published by the aptly named Feral House), there is
- a lot of American tragedy. For Wood carried a triple burden: he
- was a transvestite, an alcoholic and a dreamer. As a Marine
- during World War II, he made beach landings wearing bra and
- panties under his uniform. Demobbed, he played a half man-half
- woman in a carnival before arriving in Hollywood to satisfy his
- twin obsessions: filmmaking and angora sweaters. The
- confessional Glen or Glenda, in which he played the title roles,
- was the apex of Wood's career. Later he was reduced to writing
- trash novels (Night Time Lez, Hell Chicks, Purple Thighs) and
- shooting porno shorts. In 1978, at 54, he died of a heart attack
- -- spent for his art.
- </p>
- <p> And just at this time, movie revisionists discovered Ed
- Wood. For the 1980 Golden Turkey Awards, Wood was voted "The
- Worst Director of All Time," and Plan 9 "The Worst Film of All
- Time." Critic J. Hoberman, in the book Midnight Movies,
- proclaimed Wood "the ultimate cult director, the terminal
- manifestation of `expressive esoterica.' " Glen or Glenda showed
- up on the late-night circuit, and soon much of the auteur's
- awful oeuvre was available on videocassette. Now Wood, anonymous
- in life, is notorious in death. He wrote but did not direct Orgy
- of the Dead; yet the video box ballyhoos it as "Ed Wood Jr.'s
- Masterpiece of Erotic Horror -- from the Creator of Plan 9 from
- Outer Space."
- </p>
- <p> Grey calls those who treat Wood with benign contempt
- "jackals of bourgeois sensibility." And he's right. As critic
- Jim Morton notes, "If there is a `worst film ever made,' it is
- one that is boring -- a sin Ed Wood Jr. is rarely guilty of."
- But there is a more melancholy irony to be found in Grey's
- interviews with the director's colleagues. Unlike most
- trashmeisters, Wood had radical messages for his audience: about
- sexual tolerance (Glen or Glenda), nuclear madness (Plan 9),
- parental smugness (The Sinister Urge). He was as dedicated to
- filmmaking as Welles or Kurosawa. He just wasn't any good at it.
- Not by any standards: the old solemn ones of craft and glamour
- or the new giggly ones of condescension and camp.
- </p>
- <p> So hail to the man whose films were too bad to be bad. He
- has finally inspired a work worthy of his ambitions. Delirious
- and horrifying -- and All True! -- Nightmare of Ecstasy is
- better than any Ed Wood film. No, the book deserves a higher
- compliment: it's worse!
- </p>
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