"The Sapphires" is a new film about an Australian Indigenous girl band
who toured Vietnam to entertain troops in the '60s. No, not the Viet
Cong – the troops for OUR side. It's based on a true story, but then
so was "Alien Resurrection." It's promising to be a big success, being
picked up by Harvey Weinstein for global release, and it has just
played Cannes, where it was reported to have received a "10 minute
standing ovation". See below:
"The out-of-competition screening in the official selection tends to
be saved for crowd-pleasing films that contrast with some of the more
dour, auteur-driven films in the main competition. Previous Australian
films to premiere in the slot were Strictly Ballroom and The
Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
"Even with such precedents and a little optimism, [Director Wayne
Blair] was astounded by a standing ovation of more than 10 minutes
after the premiere."
http://www.theaustralian.com.au/arts/film/sapphires-proves-a-gem-as-it-steals-the-show-at-cannes/story-e6frg8pf-1226361649633
I have no doubt that this is an excellent crowd-pleasing film, but as
a keen film goer, I have NEVER seen a film receive more than 15
seconds of applause, and even then everybody turns around and looks at
the perpetrators of tuch appreciation as if they were quite mad. (OK,
yes, it WAS me, and the film WAS "George of the Jungle" surely the
most undervalued masterpiece of modern cinema).
Has anyone got an idea of what it would be like to be part of a "10-
minute standing ovation"? Because I am a scientist by nature, I
decided to find out. At the end of Martin Scorsese's opus "Hugo",
which is very good indeed, I stood up in the Multiplex as the end
credits were rolling, and being to applaud. The rest of the audience
scurried out as if it had just been announced the cinema was on fire.
My watch told me that I got about four minutes of applause done before
security asked me to leave the empty cinema, as the cleaners were
waiting outside and would not enter until I was evicted.
It appeared that a more domestic set up would have to do. So, the
other night, when Woody Allen's Manhattan had finished, I turned off
the TV, started an egg-timer and clapped loudly for 10 minutes. I can
report that while a 10 minute coffee break at work seems to last but a
fleeting moment, slapping your hands together for that amount of time
lasts an eternity. It's boring and your hands hurt. After about 4
minutes, I had to make special efforts to stop clapping to the beat of
some imagined pop song (for some reason it was "Don't You Wish Your
Girlfriend Was Hot like Me?") and my mind soon strayed very far from
memories of "Manhattan". My face, initially beaming with rapture, took
on a glazed and sulky look and the clapping became an onerous task. I
began to think of what I would be having for dinner, and whether the
bathroom tap was still dripping.
I simply cannot conceive of how a group of people could literally
applaud ANYTHING for 10 minutes, unless it was the case, as in
meetings of the Soviet Politbureau, that whichever of the assembled
adoring comrades was the first to desist from applause, such would
invite the unwanted attention of the KGB as a possible malcontent.
I would not normally applaud the Second Coming of Jesus for 10
minutes, tho I could see myself singing Hosannas for much longer if
the need arose, and heavenly ambrosia was being quaffed. That Cannes
standing ovation is only the latest in this business, and there is a
list somewhere of other such colossal displays of appreciation.
Strangely enough, most of the films in question simply disappeared
without trace when they were given public release.
myles [tho if I get a <APPLAUSE> from ethyl, I will certainly send him
one back] paulsen