Thursday, August 05, 2010

Old Gold

MVDV4918

Gold: Before Woodstock. Beyond Reality.
A film by Bob Levis and Bill Desloge. With Del Close, Garry Goodrow, Caroline Parr, Sam Ridge, Orville Schell, Dorothy Schmidt. 89 minutes. Filmed in 1968, released in 1972.

Available on DVD from See Of Sound
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DVD review by Albert Schweitzer

  • As a “film,” Bob Levis’s Gold comes off like a Cheech & Chong movie directed by Pierot le Fou-era Jean-Luc Godard. That is, if Godard had taken acid, stopped thinking and been more interested in hippies than Situationist politics. If that isn’t enough to scare you away, then there actually are some pleasures to be found in Gold, if only in the way it captures the late-60s San Francisco creative scene (despite none of it being shot in San Francisco), as well as appearances by Del Close and Garry Goodrow, both alums of the legendary 1960s improv team The Committee.
        Made in 1968, Gold was mostly forgotten for the better part of forty years, and barely seen at all. It was not released until 1972 and then only in England. Its U.S. “premiere” wasn't until 1996. Now in 2010 it’s available on DVD, the only feature film credited to director Bob Levis.
        Del Close in particular has become something of a legend. Prior to his death in 1999 he had established himself as the chief influence and mentor of Chicago-based improvisational comedy, including most of the original Saturday Night Live cast as well as subsequent members of SNL. Essentially all American improv leads back to Del Close and his name is uttered reverentially by its best known practitioners. Despite his reputation, Close’s filmography is a curiosity. It’s not terribly long and is filled with small, forgettable roles. But the bit parts are in high profile pictures like Lucas’s American Graffiti, Michael Mann’s Thief, Paul Schrader’s Light of Day, De Palma’s The Untouchables, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and several off-beat B movies like Larry Hagman’s Beware! The Blob! He also appeared in Philip Kaufman’s first film, the 1965 Goldstein. It’s a meager filmography with nearly all appearances in films by major directors. Gold is, it seems, the only film in which he has more than a bit part. A lifelong drug and alcohol problem seems to have been the limiting factor in his career, though he spent the early 1980s employed as “acting coach” at Saturday Night Live.
        Goodrow is less known but has been far more visible, with a filmography that runs from the 1960s (The Connection, Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice) through the ‘70s (Slither, Stay Hungry, Invasion of the Body Snatchers), ‘80s (Eating Raoul and tons of TV) and mondo beyondo (he played Adolf von Luftwaffer in Linda Lovelace for President). He was one of the leading lights of the Committee, a counter-culture improv group that appeared on the Smothers Brothers Show, The Dick Cavett Show and other more adventurous TV programs of the late ‘60s and early ‘70s.
        Taken on its own 1968 terms, Gold is fairly tough sledding because so much of it meanders like someone on acid. But Close and, especially, Goodrow are pros who manage an occasional moment of inspiration. It helps to watch while listening to the bonus track, with Levis and Goodrow reminiscing — though Levis seems intent on claiming all kinds of innovation in the film, from nude hippies immersing themselves in mud (“Mud people!” exclaims Levis, “a year and a half before Woodstock!”) to solarized images (“We did it first!” followed by Goodrow’s wet blanket, “Well, no, Man Ray did it back in the ‘20s.”)
        The film contains relatively graphic nudity and sex for the period (tamer than HBO is today) and Levis mentions that he tried to sell the film to a nudie distributor. He was turned down because he was told it was the “wrong genre.” In fact, the film would fit no genre until Easy Rider popularized the Hippie movie — a genre which lasted only about three years. But it was long enough for Gold’s British co-producer to finally get it a limited release in the UK.
        Much is made of the fact that some of the songs are by the MC5. And Ramblin’ Jack Elliot makes an appearance (as does a silent Dan Hicks as an extra). But the rest of the soundtrack includes mostly forgotten names like David McWilliams, Barry St. John and a group named Beastly Times. The film also shows many attractive young women that the filmmakers say they wish they could find now. With so many forgotten faces and names, the lasting legacy of Gold is that it unintentionally captured a world that seemed eternal at the time but which is now as lost and far away as the world in Flaherty’s Nanook of the North.

  • 4 Comments:

    Blogger Vanwall said...

    Jeez, I'll have to look for this one. Back at the old Valley Art in Tempe, AZ in the late 70s, they had a "Collage film" one midnight that had some tit scenes from this film, it was an obvious home spliced bootleg of Yurp-sex films and a few "edgy" 'Murican ones slammed together for a 60 minute 'sploitation flicker. I seem to remember a "what the fuck izzat?" going around about "Gold" after that for a few minutes. Thanks for the tip, pally.

    10:08 PM EST  
    Blogger Flickhead said...

    The Valley Art?!? The last time I was there I was tripping for a double bill of More and The Valley in 1978! At the time, an excellent theatre. I'd love to find scans of some of their schedules from back then!

    4:06 AM EST  
    Blogger Vanwall said...

    Their scheds were fun to read. I loved the bumpers that would play before the main showings, too. I used to go to the Valley Art all the time - it was the main midnight movie/arthouse/grindhouse of the Phoenix area. I saw "Freaks" there with a friend, and he told me when it was over he would never, ever go to a movie with me again. And "Faster, Pussycat, Kill, Kill!" and "Pink Flamingos"!!! - I couldn't drag people to see those there with me, so I went solo.

    Do you remember the spacy looking ceiling like stars, and the carpet was a swirly, kinda paisley psychedelic looking old thing? It had that peculiar smell, too, not bad, just The Valley Art Smell. I moved away to San Diego, and went to one of the older theaters there, the Roxy, (long gone by now) to see David LaFlamme (of It's Beautiful Day) in one of the little concerts they were booking to stay alive. I walked in, and was like a flashback - the same carpet, the same ceiling, the same SMELL! Holy Crap! That was damndest thing.

    2:37 PM EST  
    Blogger Flickhead said...

    So the ceiling and carpet I remember weren't drug-induced hallucinations?!? What a relief!

    If I do some digging around here I'm sure I could find a few Valley Art schedules from that period, along with copies of an alternative press free weekly that published in Phoenix in the late 70s. They printed a couple of letters of mine.

    3:13 PM EST  

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