I’m reading a terrific new book right now: Pictures at a Revolution: Five Movies and the Birth of the New Hollywood, by Mark Harris. It’s about the five movies that were nominated for the 1967 Oscar for Best Picture and how they illustrate the enormous changes Hollywood was undergoing in the late sixties.
The five films included three revolutionary pictures — Bonnie and Clyde, The Graduate, and In the Heat of the Night — and two throwbacks, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner and Doctor Dolittle. Starting in late 1963 and culminating in the Oscars ceremony in the spring of 1968, the book deftly interweaves the stories of the five films as they go from conception to casting to filming to release to awards. You learn about the old guard, such as Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn (Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner was Tracy’s last film and he died soon after filming ended), Rex Harrison, director Stanley Kramer, and Jack Warner of Warner Brothers; the new guard, such as Warren Beatty, director Mike Nichols, and Dustin Hoffman; and in the middle, Sidney Poitier, fed up with old Hollywood and the racial box it had put him in, but somewhat reluctant to give up his safe, heroic image.
One of the many treats of the book is reading about the fiasco that was Doctor Dolittle. Movie musicals were big in the early sixties — My Fair Lady, The Sound of Music, and Mary Poppins were all big hits within the course of a year — and some people figured, hey, since those worked, let’s make the Doctor Dolittle novels into a movie musical too! Sure, it requires a huge menagerie of animals, but that’s no problem, right? Of course, it became a huge problem.
Here’s one passage, during filming in a picturesque English village where nobody realized it typically rained throughout the summer:
The fields where many of the animals were kept became so saturated with rain that they turned into swamps. The rhinoceros got pneumonia… Even a shot as simple as one in which Dolittle addresses a few lines to an attentive parrot and squirrel who are standing on a railing became a nightmare when the recalcitrant squirrel wouldn’t stay still. When crew members tried to wrap tiny wires around its paws and then attach the wires to the rail with tacks, the squirrel became understandably agitated. The production broke for lunch, and [director] Fleischer, furious, went off to find a local veterinarian to find out how the squirrel could be sedated. In the afternoon, trainers filled a fountain pen with gin and fed it to the squirrel drop by drop. Finally… they got “a few seconds of film showing the squirrel… nodding and swaying” before it passed out cold.
This was compounded by the fact that Rex Harrison was apparently an asshole throughout the shoot and was accompanied by his drunken basket case of a wife who would act out in restaurants.
If you have any interest in film, you’ll love the book.
Mark Harris, incidentally, is playwright Tony Kushner’s husband. (They had a commitment ceremony a few years ago.)
Thanks for the recommendation. I think it got a pretty good review in the Times, I always liked Mark Harris’ writing from Entertainment Weekly. Plus, The Graduate is one of my all-time favorite movies. I’m also pretty partial to Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. Yeah, it’s cringe-inducing today, but it’s such a great product of the time in which it was made.