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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://nerve.com/CS/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>The Screengrab : michael chapman</title><link>http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/michael+chapman/default.aspx</link><description>Tags: michael chapman</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20910.1126)</generator><item><title>The Twelve Greatest Opening Credits in Movie History, Part 2</title><link>http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/03/06/the-twelve-greatest-opening-credits-in-movie-history-part-2.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">bd485f5c-a45b-491f-8e52-c79e7f680fc3:76180</guid><dc:creator>Scott Von Doviak</dc:creator><slash:comments>33</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=76180</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/03/06/the-twelve-greatest-opening-credits-in-movie-history-part-2.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE HAWKS AND THE SPARROWS (1966) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/237CM6RZTdE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/237CM6RZTdE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Ennio Morricone has contributed to some of the greatest opening credit sequences of all time, but the opening to Pier Paolo Pasolini’s 1966 masterpiece &lt;i&gt;The Hawks and the Sparrows&lt;/i&gt; holds a special place in the hearts of anyone who has seen and heard it. Here, in tune with Pasolini’s conception of the film as “a comic opera,” the credits are actually sung, in a boisterous vocal performance (courtesy of the great Domenico Modugno) that ranges from cackling laughter to pronounced wail to gentle whisper. Reminiscent of both the rhythmic Spaghetti Western scores Morricone was becoming famous for and the more wacked-out electronic experimentation he was beginning to dabble in, it also displays a weirdo playfulness that is pure Pasolini. Indeed, try to imagine &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Yr26xA93RzI"&gt;what’s going through the head of this fellow&lt;/a&gt;, as he performs this strangest of compositions in concert with Morricone, decades later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAGING BULL (1980) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ps0PeEHHePM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ps0PeEHHePM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Martin Scorsese directing and Michael Chapman doing the cinematography, it’s no surprise that the Jake LaMotta biopic has opening credits that are a treat for the eyes (and they’re tremendously aided by the simple choice of making the title of the film show up in red against the black and white of the rest of the sequence, another little touch that makes the whole so incredibly memorable). The ears are also given their due, with the selection of the intermezzo from Pietro Mascagani’s &lt;i&gt;Cavalleria Rusticana&lt;/i&gt; providing a mournful, rising sound against which the slow-motion camerawork and the silently exploding flash bulbs play like a dream. But the truly astonishing thing about the opening credit sequence of &lt;i&gt;Raging Bull&lt;/i&gt; is how perfectly and precisely it echoes the thematic content of the film: the ring seems impossibly huge, almost as if it’s an open field, but to Jake LaMotta – a snarling, raging animal even before the fight starts, bounding about and throwing phantom punches, champing at the bit for the violence to start – it’s a cage that stifles him, that can barely contain him. Fighting is as close as he gets to Heaven, yet smoke encircles the arena and transforms it into Hell; and while he is at his greatest, his most legendary, in the ring, he seems somehow tiny against its permanence, and he grows as he dances, faceless, towards the camera, only to shrink again into anonymity and nothingness as he once again drifts away. It’s as if the entire film and everything it has to say is contained in these two and a half minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DO THE RIGHT THING (1989) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NC1qL1y_ETk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NC1qL1y_ETk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the stinkiest of Spike Lee joints generally boast memorable opening credits; think of the kids playing street games like hopscotch and double-dutch in the otherwise problematic &lt;i&gt;Crooklyn&lt;/i&gt;, or the unlikely slice of Americana – a lyrical slo-mo basketball montage scored to Aaron Copland’s “John Henry” – that opens &lt;i&gt;He Got Game&lt;/i&gt;. So it’s no surprise that Lee’s finest film features one of the most vivid, arresting main title sequences of the past 20 years. Lee obviously knew he had created an incendiary piece of work, and determined to grab the audience by the throat right from the beginning as the pulsating, near-apocalyptic beat of Public Enemy’s “Fight the Power” kicks in on the soundtrack, accompanied by a take-no-prisoners one-woman dance-off. Alternately clad in colorful, curve-hugging tights and boxing apparel, Rosie Perez embodies the tale of tensions boiling over on a hot summer day with her aggressive, near-violent gyrations. This was Perez’s first screen appearance; it’s hard to imagine a more mesmerizing introduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SE7EN (1995) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3HV6jzMIYo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to believe how long ago &lt;i&gt;Se7en&lt;/i&gt; was. It was not only pre-Brangelina, it was pre-Brad&amp;amp;Jen – it was, in fact, circa Brad and Gwyneth. It was before the gruesome goresploitation of all the &lt;i&gt;Saw&lt;/i&gt; flicks and before the mind-f@#$ing of Memento. And the opening credits alerted you right away: you were watching something different. Someone was going to great detail to set a tone, and the tone made you uneasy. The jittery stop-motion, the yellowed pages, hand-scratched letters, red darkroom light, and the Nine Inch Nails “Closer to God” remix, it was all indicative of some serious sociopathology. Like the Tom Waits song, “What’s he doing in there?”, you were privy to someone obsessively doing &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. And you just knew all that snipping, scrawling photo-developing, photocopying, and bandaged-fingers hand-sewing would amount to no good. &lt;i&gt;Se7en&lt;/i&gt;’s opening credits not only caught you up in the horror of the film before the film started, it also launched director Kyle Cooper’s career. It set the bar pretty high for all the horror flick opening credits that came later. For all we know, it may even be responsible for launching a different creepy trend: the scrap-booking craze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOST HIGHWAY (1997) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OtpHR3d0O-Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great title sequence does not guarantee a great movie, of course; sometimes the opening credits promise more than the filmmaker is able to deliver. The hypnotic opening of David Lynch’s &lt;i&gt;Lost Highway&lt;/i&gt; is a prime example. Designed by Jay Johnson, the sequence is deceptively simple: a driver’s seat point-of-view of an endless road stretching out ahead into pitch blackness. Our progress is swift, but unsteady – we’re weaving all over the broken yellow line in the middle as credits swoop out of darkness ahead, pause briefly, then shatter against the windshield. David Bowie is no comfort on the radio, singing “I’m Deranged.” Wherever we’re going, something terrible is going to happen when we get there. Well, the movie that follows isn’t terrible; it has its moments, although on the whole it’s ponderous and half-baked, nowhere near the dangerous thrill ride promised by the opening. With its themes of identity confusion, it’s almost a rough draft of the much more successful &lt;i&gt;Mulholland Drive&lt;/i&gt;; you almost wish Lynch could keep the title and the credits and take another crack at the rest of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PANIC ROOM (2002) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqIclb4qsJI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Fincher, one of the most visually inventive directors working today, usually pulls out the stops when creating his title sequences (see &lt;i&gt;Se7en&lt;/i&gt;, elsewhere on this list, as well as&lt;i&gt; Fight Club&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Zodiac&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;i&gt;Panic Room&lt;/i&gt;, though a neat little thriller, isn’t his finest film, but it’s another fantastic accomplishment in terms of setting the table for what’s to come. Its very simple setup belies how incredibly effective it is: we see a number of exterior shots of Manhattan, as the names of the cast and crew appear in stylized photography throughout the sequence. But this bare-bones description in no way communicates the unsettling nature of the actual credits: the names appear as if they were floating in mid-air, part of the physical landscape of New York, carved into nothingness by the hand of God himself like the writing on the walls at Nebuchadnezzar’s palace as a quietly ominous score by the usually overwrought Howard Shore plays on the soundtrack. There’s a disturbing air to the entire sequence, even though nothing menacing actually happens (other than an almost subliminal glimpse of the film’s tagline – “FACE YOUR FEARS” – that appears on a Telex screen). A collaboration between Fincher, design company Picture Mill and special effects outfit Computer Café, the credits took almost a full year to finish, and the fruits of their labors are extremely rewarding, full of subtle menace and nameless dread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Bilge Ebiri, Leonard Pierce, Scott Von Doviak, Pazit Cahlon&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/03/06/the-twelve-greatest-opening-credits-in-movie-history-part-1.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Read Part 1 of this feature&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://nerve.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=76180" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/leonard+pierce/default.aspx">leonard pierce</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/pazit+cahlon/default.aspx">pazit cahlon</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/bilge+ebiri/default.aspx">bilge ebiri</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/david+bowie/default.aspx">david bowie</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/martin+scorsese/default.aspx">martin scorsese</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/david+lynch/default.aspx">david lynch</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/david+fincher/default.aspx">david fincher</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/pier+paolo+pasolini/default.aspx">pier paolo pasolini</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/raging+bull/default.aspx">raging bull</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/brad+pitt/default.aspx">brad pitt</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/gwyneth+paltrow/default.aspx">gwyneth paltrow</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/scott+von+doviak/default.aspx">scott von doviak</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/fight+club/default.aspx">fight club</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/zodiac/default.aspx">zodiac</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/Mulholland+Drive/default.aspx">Mulholland Drive</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/spike+lee/default.aspx">spike lee</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/tom+waits/default.aspx">tom waits</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/lost+highway/default.aspx">lost highway</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/crooklyn/default.aspx">crooklyn</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/se7en/default.aspx">se7en</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/jake+lamotta/default.aspx">jake lamotta</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/kyle+cooper/default.aspx">kyle cooper</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/howard+shaw/default.aspx">howard shaw</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/michael+chapman/default.aspx">michael chapman</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/panic+room/default.aspx">panic room</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/nine+inch+nails/default.aspx">nine inch nails</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/he+got+game/default.aspx">he got game</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/rosie+perez/default.aspx">rosie perez</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/public+enemy/default.aspx">public enemy</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/the+hawks+and+the+sparrows/default.aspx">the hawks and the sparrows</category><category domain="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/ennio+morricone/default.aspx">ennio morricone</category></item></channel></rss>