The Moviegoer: Last Stand at Beverly and LaBrea

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Dear San Francisco: It's not you, it's me.

And I know what you're thinking, I do. I've moved to L.A. after five years in San Francisco -- how can that be seen as anything but a betrayal? San Francisco, you had press screenings and you had press tours; you had quiet cafes to write in. But, San Francisco, let's be honest: while you've lured me and others with your promises -- I'm a big city but a cool city! People here ride bikes! There's a thriving artistic community here! -- for the past couple years you've been seen more and more with software engineers and stockbrokers, trying to still seem scruffy and casual while adorning yourself in luxury condo developments and rising rents. And I'd been thinking about trying L.A. for years -- because let's be honest, San Francisco, if New York is the brain of showbiz and L.A. is the heart, then you are, at best, the pancreas: Important but not essential, relevant but not imperative. And after my on-air Film Critic work was budget-cut from CBS-5 in January (apparently, one of the first times in years I've been ahead of the trend), I figured what the hell, and moved to L.A. down at the start of April.

Oh, I'll be back to visit, San Francisco -- for many reasons, and often -- but, for now, I'm settling in L.A.. And on the Thursday of my first real week as a resident here, I looked around my new apartment and realized I felt as lonely as a Kucinich supporter at a Monster Truck rally. So, I did what I often do when I'm feeling lonely (which, intriguingly, may be part of why I feel lonely so often, but we'll examine that another day): I went to the movies. The New Beverly Cinema's close-ish to my new place, and they were screening a series of films programmed by director Joe Dante of Gremlins and The Howling. The bill that night was Mondo Cane -- a mock-shock-doc from the '60s far more notorious than it is actually good, which I skipped -- and, as the late show, the film that caught my eye, which was Zulu.

Zulu's a very old-school action-epic; as Dante noted in his introduction, "You know the movies they don't make 'em like anymore? This is one of them." Inspired by the real-life 1879 battle at Rorke's Drift, where a handful of British troops held off over 4,000 Zulu warriors, Zulu's a rousing adventure story directed by Cy Enfield, featuring a host of great British character actors with gigantic sideburns and stiff upper lips. The men of the outpost are doomed, most probably -- outnumbered, outgunned, far from home -- but they aren't going to give up. I went in part because Zulu's one of my dad's favorite films; I remember watching it with him on public TV when I was growing up, and his love for its mix of fact and fiction, but I'd never seen it on the big screen. The officer in charge of the outpost is Lieutenant Chard, played by Stanley Baker; next in the chain of command is Lieutenant Bromhead, played by Michael Caine, in one of his earliest roles. But all the soldiers get nice moments, including one my dad would quote any chance he could: As the massed Zulu warriors chant, Baker goes to Private Owen (Ivor Emmanuel), earlier pointed out as leader of the men's choir, and asks Owen if he thinks they can do any better. Owen -- exhausted but still standing, bloody but unbowed -- tilts his head and listens before giving his take: "Well, they've got a very good bass section, mind, but no top tenors, that's for sure." And then Owen leads the surviving soldiers in "Men of Harlech," a good, old-fashioned die-with-honor number, a few voices raised in defiance against a multitude.

And, San Francisco, I guess that was part of what I went to Zulu for; now and then, a little fake courage is the kind of booster shot you need to get the real stuff going when you're in a new big scary city. And also, as I said, it was one of my dad's favorite films; he and my mom loved great stories, and that led me to the movies, and the movies led to a career, and that led to you, San Francisco, and now it's led to Los Angeles. And Los Angeles is weird and huge and maddening and sprawling and absolutely alien to me... but sitting in the dark during my first grimly terrified week, watching Zulu, enjoying all the contradictions of movie going -- awake in the dark, at home among strangers, alone in the crowd, enjoying a patently false true story -- I almost, almost, felt at home.

Comments

[SonofKong]

My dad and I used to watch Zulu together with the sound on the TV turned way up. Drove my mother nuts.

- MK -

[kellygrrrl]

Welcome to LA!
plenty of us Zulu fans here.
stay awhile

[mamacat]

I have loved "Zulu" from the first time I saw it. One of its fascinations is trying to figure out why it is so fascinating. Certainly the scene with the white men's choir singing is a great moment. I also loved the unforgettable ending. The fighting scenes are hard core, but not why the movie is so good. That the movie does not insult our intelligence by making one side or the other caricatures of evil and good, is one of the movie's unforgettable features.

By the way, what is wrong with calling San Francisco, 'Frisco? Is that any worse than shortening the name to SF?
I love that John Lescroart's books are based there.

[mediamarv]

After reading this, I'm not so sure it was budget cuts that did you in.
Zulu was a film I saw just before going to Viet Nam. When I came back, they did not indeed make films like that anymore... worth watching any way.
Have fun down there, enjoy all the movie going opportunities... and mind the gas gauge. Bad as the Muni is here in SF, I never have to use my car if I don't want to.
Suddenly, I think that's going to be very important in the near future.

[kellygrrrl]

there is no public transportation here
that is the main reason theater fails here
we have a million actors and musicians and directors and writers
and many many millions of tourists
but we can't have theater here
simply because of the transportation issue
bizarro!

[Liberalfrombirth]

So cool to see Zulu as a topic here! A really neat movie, and my introduction to Michael Caine. I don't have any stories of watching it with my dad or mom - they were upstairs watching Gunsmoke and Rat Patrol while little me, a very girly-girl, watched classic movies downstairs in the rec-room (Remember rec-rooms?) But even a girly-girl was impressed by this compelling, well-acted movie. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!