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If a child can watch Barney, can’t that same child also enjoy watching Charlie Chaplin or the Marx Brothers? And as they get older, wouldn’t they grow to like screwball comedies (His Girl Friday), women’s weepies (Imitation of Life), and westerns (The Searchers)? The answer is that they’ll follow because they’ll have learned that “old” does not necessarily mean “next channel, please.”

Here is an impassioned and eminently readable guide that introduces the delights of the golden age of movies. Ty Burr has come up with a winning prescription for children brought up on Hollywood junk food.

FOR THE LITTLE ONES (Ages 36): Fast-paced movies that are simple without being unsophisticated, plainspoken without being dumbed down. Singin’ in the Rain and Bringing Up Baby are perfect.

FOR THE ONES IN BETWEEN (Ages 712): “Killer stories,” placing easily grasped characters in situations that start simply and then throw curveballs. The African Queen and Some Like It Hot do the job well.

FOR THE OLDER ONES (Ages 13+): Burr recommends relating old movies to teens’ contemporary favorites: without Hitchcock, there could be no The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, without Brando, no Johnny Depp.


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I N T R O D U C T I O N

I KNEW WE had passed some twisted point of no return when Eliza announced that she wanted to have a Katharine Hepburn party. With a screening of Bringing Up Baby. For her ninth birthday.

My wife, Lori, and I tried to dissuade her. Maybe our daughter could gladly sit through a fifth viewing of the screwball comedy classic, but how many of her schoolmates would make it through their first, conditioned as they were to color, brightness, Shrek? Eliza was unmoved: It was her birthday, and she argued convincingly for the constitutional right to choose her own party theme.

So out the invitations went, featuring a photo of Hepburn in The Philadelphia Story that Eliza personally cut out and pasted on. And in came the phone calls from the parents. To my chagrin, most of them were convinced that her father the fancy-pants movie critic had put her up to it (on a stack of the collected works of Wong Kar-Wai, I did no such thing), but their more pressing concern, which we shared, was that their child would get bored, wander off, play with knives. My wife and I assured them we were laying out a table next to the screening room, filled with books and pencil-based activities to divert those kids oppressed by the very notion of black-and-white cinematography.

The books were never opened, the pencils never used. We took a half-hour intermission for cake, but when I asked if the group was ready to restart the movie, there was a unanimous roar of assent, and we picked up again with that marvelous forest-of-Arden sequence where Kate, playing flibbertigibbet heiress Susan Vance, leads Cary Grant's nerd zoologist David Huxley through the nighttime wilds of Greenwich, Connecticut. At one point Susan breaks a high heel and teeters up and down, burbling in delight, "Look, David, I was born on a hill. I was born on the side of a hill," and the moment feels so spontaneous,so magically free, it can make your hair stand on end. (In fact, the bit was mischievously improvised by Hepburn after the 1938 equivalent of a wardrobe malfunction.) The kids had never seen anything like it: It felt more unscripted, more real than anything twenty-first-century kid culture feeds them, up to and including reality TV.

When the parents showed up to collect their children, five minutes remained-Grant was still stuck in the jail cell with Hepburn dragging the wild leopard through the door-and eighteen kids sat mesmerized and giggling. The moms and dads were astounded. They shouldn't have been, nor should Lori or I.

Great filmmaking trumps all other considerations. This is even more true if you're nine and every movie still feels like the first you've ever seen.

Some backtracking may be necessary. I work as a film critic for a major metropolitan daily newspaper. Before that, I spent over a decade writing about movies for a national entertainment magazine. Before that, I screened and recommended films for the acquisitions department of a pay-cable movie network. Before that, I was a cinema
studies major, ran a college film society, and wrote long, impenetrable reviews in the student newspaper. Before that, I was a pale teenage movie ghost who wondered why taking a girl to a double bill of Sam Fuller films never got me anywhere.

This is simply a way of saying that I have seen many, many, many movies. When asked how many, I hazard the guess that I average a movie a day, and, since I've been watching seriously for thirty years, the total comes to something on the order of 10,680 films. On a good day, I remember seven thousand of them. On a bad day, maybe five.

I am also now a father to two girls, currently nine and eleven. As any parent understands, this changes everything. I once viewed children's films with indulgence, even nostalgia. Today I look at the movie offerings afforded my kids and am stunned into depression at the pandering narrowness. The animation industry has given itself over to the seductions of CGI; liveaction kid films have prostrated themselves on the altar of crossmarketing. If you're a girl, the choices are thin: Shall we take in the Lindsay Lohan tweener comedy or the Amanda Bynes tweener comedy or the Hilary Duff tweener comedy? Better to go for the Anne Hathaway tweener comedy; that one costars Julie Andrews, at least. (Oh, wait, Anne Hathaway took her shirt off in a movie about gay cowboys, so I guess she's all grown up now.)

Or maybe we should just head to the video store and choose among the racks of Mary-Kate and Ashley midget consumer fantasies that continue to proliferate like head lice on the shelves. Failing that, there are untold Disney films and imitations thereof, from the pinnacles of Snow White and Beauty and the Beast to the barely
acceptable tedium of Chicken Little and The Wild. It's worse if you're a boy: Then the choice is between bad American animation, bad Japanese animation, and Spy Kids 3-D.

And those are the original concepts. When a film studio takes it upon itself to adapt a prized children's book, the results can be even more grim, since producers feel they have to make the story marketable with fart gags, cooked-up villainy, and pop songs wedged into every conceivable crevice. Some titles survive the treatment, and even prosper, such as Shrek or The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, or the 2003 Peter Pan, a charming film that rescues and deepens the Barrie original. But my older daughter is still steamed at the changes wrought by Hollywood to her beloved Ella Enchanted, and I personally would be happy to see Imagine Entertainment brought up on child endangerment charges for what it did to the good and gentle Dr. Seuss with How the Grinch Stole Christmas and the genuinely hateful The Cat in the Hat.

Some films aimed at children are good-excellent, even. Pixar: I rest my case. But all of them-and I do mean all of them-arrive in theaters sold out, prepackaged, and co-opted. A modern family film can't get greenlit for production without marketing tie-ins planned in detail and in-house licensing executives kicking the tires to
discern how "toyetic" it is. That's a real word, by the way. Yes, it makes my flesh crawl too. Today's kids' films are built to cater to and flatter their audience into buying the subsidiary products. That's their job. That bag of "Kelpy Kreme" doughnuts that gets a loving close-up early on in Shark Tale isn't there by accident.
And because the movie's first order of business is to sell, the story can't afford to challenge children in the slightest degree.

So: A child could go from January to December without having his or her brain interestingly taxed-without seeing a movie that wasn't slavishly geared toward mini-me taste in stars, fashion, music, and flippant attitude. (The moral is applied at the end, like frosting.) Hollywood has become a machine for reflecting a modern American kid's mediated universe right back at him or her; it's a hall of mirrors with no way out except teenage cynicism, when adolescents opt out of the cycle because they start feeling such movies are "just" for kids. Or because they're wising up.

Even then, Hollywood is there to pull them back in with an escalating sensationalism that dulls the brain. The film industry has become adept at creating brilliant CGI-enhanced nightmares and selling them as "family films" that make Psycho look like Dumbo. The studios and MPAA ratings board collude in helping films that feature rotting zombies avoid the R of death ( just as long as there's no nudity, because we know how that warps kids), and parents often take the smallest children to see terrifying PG-13 thrill rides like Van
Helsing or Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest because the rating somehowabsolves them of having to think for themselves.

But what's the alternative? Drag 'em to Kill Bill: Vol. 1? Where's the antidote to the Disneyfied pap and computergenerated overstimulation that passes for children's entertainment these days? Wouldn't it be pleasant to sit down and watch a movie with your kids that wasn't presold on sequels and Happy Meals? Or take them to an
action movie that didn't either freak them out or weigh down their little bones with premature irony?

I guess you could lock them in the attic. A better solution might be to vary their media diet, and one way to do that is with old movies. I don't mean Grease or Star Wars. I mean old movies. The kind in black and white or Crayola-surreal Technicolor; the ones that feature stars who were in the grave before Keira Knightley was a
zygote. Movies like The Wizard of Oz and Singin' in the Rain, yes-but also Some Like It Hot and Rebecca and Modern Times and The Searchers and All About Eve and I Know Where I'm Going! and The Day the Earth
Stood Still and To Kill a Mockingbird. Movies that open a door out of modern Hollywood's hall of mirrors onto endless variations in style, behavior, morals. There is so much out there if you have the least idea where to look. If you don't, maybe this book can help.

The first obstacle you'll face is that, in all likelihood, your kids will give you the Blank Stare of Death when you float this idea past them.Why wouldn't they? To parents, old movies represent the recent past, but to a modern child, they're relics from the Dark Ages, mixed up in a vague chronology that sees 45 records, rotary
telephones, and granny glasses as so much weird eBay effluvia. The great flicks of the studio days, from the 1930s through the 1950s, are ghettoized on Turner Classic Movies, while other movie channels play "classics" that are fifteen years old-mere babies, with none of the timeless splendor of the real stuff.

How, then, do you get kids into the real stuff ? It isn't easy, and the older they get, the harder it becomes. The best and simplest advice, then, is: Start when they're young. Am I advocating screening The Gold Rush while your children are still in the cradle? No, because that's when they should be watching the world. Am I saying throw it on as occasional background when they're toddlers, or as part of the eventual kid-TV mix in your house, whatever that may be? Yes.

If a child can watch Barney, a child can watch Charlie Chaplin, and in fact, he or she might be better off. As they get older, you can gradually take them to the next level: screwball comedies and women's weepies, war films and issue dramas. They'll follow because they'll have learned that "old" does not necessarily mean "next
channel, please."

If you're bringing children between the ages of, say, seven and eleven to classic movies for the first time, you need to pick more carefully, or you'll sour them on the form for good. And if you're hoping to start watching black-and-white films with teenagers, I'm afraid to inform you that the horses have left the barn, gone to Lost, MySpace, YouTube, and Ryan Reynolds comedies. And they're not coming back until they find these films on their own.

Which doesn't mean you can't try: This book suggests which old movies retain the power to make even a deeply suspicious adolescent snap his or her head back and say, "Whoa." Scientists call this Going Keanu.

Here's where I should perhaps offer my own test case as proof; I'll let you decide whether it's a brilliant approach that gives you the go-ahead to break out the Bogart or a horrific Skinner-box exploitation of an author's own children.

I introduced Eliza to old movies with Singin' in the Rain when she was about three. What's not to like there? It's in color, it's tuneful, Donald O'Connor is a clown for the ages, and even a child can see what makes Gene Kelly such a beautiful ham. She warbled the title song for a good couple of weeks, with strange toddler variations, and then I decided to throw a few more 1950s musicals at her. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Funny Face. An American in Paris. Kiss Me Kate. She loved them all, even when she had no idea
what was going on.

With Meet Me in St. Louis she figured out what was going on and cherished the film all the more-and in Margaret O'Brien she discovered the first real child she had ever seen in a movie. When I took her to a revival-theater screening of It's Always Fair Weather in New York City, one of the scary old-movie guys in the row behind me leaned forward and whispered, "Is she into Comden and Green?" The funny part is that by then she was, even if she had no idea that Betty Comden and Adolph Green were the ace screenwriters and lyricists behind so many of the movies she was enjoying.

As Eliza got older and her younger sister Natalie grew out of the spud phase and started walking and talking, I began to throw different sorts of old movies at them. I tried silent comedies, seeking some inchoate connection between my children and my own dad, who died when I was young and who was known for his love of
slapstick: Chaplin, Keaton, Harold Lloyd. I tried other silents, too-early sci-fi like Metropolis and seminal horror like The Phantom of the Opera with Lon Chaney. The girls were understandably wary but got sucked in time and again, and the silent-movie format was part of the appeal: those evanescent shadows, the title cards that Dad had to read, the larger-than-life pantomime, all the more dreamlike for not talking.

I tried talkies too, of course: melodramas, comedies, even foreign films. To a few of my acquaintances I am still known as The Man Who Showed The Seven Samurai to His Kids. And They Liked It. Some of the movies went over incredibly well. Some tanked. The dirty little secret about classics is that a lot of them have aged poorly and others weren't very good to start with. Still, my daughters came to understand that a DVD with the name Alfred Hitchcock or Frank Capra attached was probably a good deal. They discovered that Harpo Marx
could make them laugh as deliriously as SpongeBob. And they found films that scared them pleasurably instead of silly.

They still want to see the latest studio kid flicks and buy the sound tracks and form their generational tastes, and that's as it should be. But classic movies are a regular part of the mix now, and for Eliza, they've become something more-a way into an older America that she finds soul-satisfying on any number of levels.Watching the 1933 version of Little Women was for her a revelation that female empowerment doesn't have to come dressed in a belly shirt; discovering Kate Hepburn gave her a role model that will shape her into adolescence and beyond.
Ty Burr|Author Q&A

About Ty Burr

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Ty Burr is the film critic for The Boston Globe. For more than a decade he wrote about movies for Entertainment Weekly, and he has also served in the film acquisitions department of HBO. He estimates that after thirty years of serious movie-watching, he has seen on the order of 10,680 films. On a good day, he remembers 7,000 of them.

Author Q&A

Q: After working as a film critic for over a decade, why did you write this book now?

A: Very simply, I wanted to watch something with my children that we could all enjoy on the same level at the same time. Today’s kiddie movies throw in topical references to keep mom and dad amused, but that’s just an easy and rather cynical way to keep older viewers from falling asleep. An old movie like “Stagecoach” or “Casablanca” or “To Kill a Mockingbird” or “The Court Jester” draws everybody in for the same reasons: good story, good characters.

I also saw, once I had kids, how ghettoized children’s viewing choices have become. There’s PBS, Nick, Disney, Cartoon Network, and then there’s grown-up land, with its attendant brutalities. Alternatives seemed few, if non-existent. I listened to friends bemoan how narrow their kids’ viewing choices were and I kept mentioning these things called “classic movies.” “Oh, my son won’t sit still for black-and-white,” they’d say. “Have you tried?” I’d respond. “Have you picked the right movie?”

Eventually I realized that not many people knew what the right old movies were and that, by dint of years of film geekery, I did. And I also had these two lovely little spuds named Eliza and Natalie on whom I could experiment. Thus the book.

Q: The film industry has typically divided “grown-up films” and “children’s films.” Why do you think that is? And how can classical films bridge the gap?

A: It didn’t used to be that way. During the Golden Age, from the 1930s through early 1960s, most “grown-up movies” could be watched by children without smacking them in the sensibilities. That was due to the Motion Picture Code: the censorship rules that decreed all villains had to be punished and married couples had to sleep in twin beds were in effect and enforced. Critics of the time complained the Code neutralized all movies, regardless of theme, into children’s fare. And they were right. Ironically, that’s why classics are perfect for your home-viewing purposes, because they still address adult--which is to say real-world--themes.

Your kids are dying for movies that wrangle with or laugh at some of the grown-up conundrums of life, but they can’t get that in modern movies without state of the art gore or bodaciousness. Old movies provide. In fact, if you want to ramp your kids up slowly, you could always start with movies from the mid-1930s and 1940s, move into the tougher film noirs and dramas of the ‘50s, introduce the new frankness of the ‘60s when they’re in their early teens, then turn around and drop “The Godfather” on them at the right moment. (And then go back and show them the early ‘30s movies made before the Code was enforced--they’re racy as hell.)

Seriously, one of the reasons modern pop culture feels so broken is that it makes a bogus distinction between “children’s movies” (hectic CGI diversions, mostly) and grown-up fare (hectic CGI diversions of a different stripe, but also meaty dramas and epics and comediesÉ). The entertainment industry makes money far more efficiently by targeting to demographic groups rather than appealing to an unspecified mass audience. Classic films do a neat little end run around this problem. They’re for everyone.

Q: Why will children prefer classic films to standard children’s programming?

A: If you start them young, they won’t prefer classic films so much as welcome them as an alternative programming stream to the regular fare they and their peers slurp up every day. You certainly don’t want to tell your children that a Preston Sturges comedy is better (faster, smarter, sassier) than one of their stock Nickelodeon farces. Some kids will figure that out on their own while still keeping one foot in the media in which they need to stay conversant.

Q: How are classic films more engaging?

A: The breadth of genres is refreshing to a modern kid who gets mostly computer-animated farces, noisy fantasies, or carefully crafted book adaptations. Suddenly you’re giving them access to detective stories, suspense films, tough dramas, high-flying musicals, spine-tingling sci fi. The old stars, too, have a charisma that’s hard to miss: Natalie took one look at Jimmy Cagney and was hooked. The screwball comedies of the 1930s are snappy and fast. Most kids assume, wrongly, that anything old is corny--that only their pop culture has a lock on hipness. Of course they think that: they’re young and they don’t know any better. A simple screening of “Some Like it Hot” or “The Public Enemy” or “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” should clear that up.

The main reason classics are such a surprise for young audiences, though, is that they’re different--the energy, the stars, the storylines--at the same time they’re oddly familiar. Any kid comparing “West Side Story” to “High School Musical” will easily see what’s the source and what’s the photocopy.

On the other hand, some kids don’t like “different,” especially if you’re trying it out at the wrong point in their development. And no kid wants to admit liking “different” to friends. As Eliza gets into her middle school years, her love of old movies is temporarily becoming a family secret, shared with good friends but few others. Fine. The point is she continues to enjoy them and believes they’re a cut above what’s being sold to her age group by the mainstream media because--and this is crucial--they don’t talk down to her and they’re not trying to sell her anything.

Q: In your book, you recommend films for different aged children. How did you decide which films suited which age group?

A: I looked to my own daughters as a barometer and erred on the side of caution. And of course they each have their separate likes and dislikes. Eliza, the older, is a weenie when it comes to violence or scary scenes; she’s almost 12 and refuses to watch the original “Frankenstein”. Natalie, two years younger, is already noodging me to show her “Psycho.” (It’s not happening until she’s at least 13.)

Any movie that deals with themes mom and dad will need to help out with or that isn’t shy about doling out the shrieks, I recommend for kids nine and up, depending on their tastes and yours. I understand there are plenty of young children who are taken by their parents to hard PG-13 action movies and even R-rated horror movies. I’m one of those fuddy-duddy dads who think that’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard.

Q: You write a lot about your daughters’ reactions to classic films. What worked and what didn’t work? Did any of their reactions take you by surprise?

A: There’s a whole chapter in the book about how “King Kong” and “Citizen Kane” seriously messed with my children’s heads. I learned that you have to be guided by their tastes in choosing classics, not by what your inner Cinema 101 professor says they should see. There were movies I didn’t think that much of but that the girls flipped for: “The Harvey Girls,” a minor but enjoyable western musical with Judy Garland, for example. I was astounded by how quickly Natalie took to the “Thin Man” movies and even more so that “Vertigo,” that most challenging of Hitchcock movies, turned out to be her favorite (and not because it was the most entertaining but because it was the most emotional). Once you get kids used to the idea of old movies, it’s like opening a door onto a superstore--which section do you want to go to today?

Q: How do old movies introduce children to older culture, and why is this important?

A: Bear with me here for a second. Modern children are surrounded by a media culture that caters to their every whim, as long as they’re buying the products and in sync with the attitude. This media culture is based squarely in the present--in the synaptic moment of the impulse buy--and not in the past or future. It’s most effective when you’re momentarily convinced the past and the future don’t even exist, when you’re being happily entertained in the Now. Media culture is ahistorical. If you even want history, you have to go to the History Channel.

Conversely, it’s my belief that growing up in a world without considering the past and its lessons is a very, very bad idea..

Classic movies introduce the notion that there was a past, and that it was interesting. I have never watched an old film with Eliza and Natalie without having a widening conversation about what was going on in the world at that moment, and so they know the details of WWII, Prohibition, the Depression, and on and on. And so do I, because I’ve often had to look things up to get the answers they want. None of this is forced. The films beg for context, and the girls have learned that context can be fun.

Q: How do old movies bring families together?

A: You can watch old movies together. More to the point, you want to. The modern American household probably has one child watching “Monster House” for the 33rd time in the den, Mom surfing the news in her home office, Dad checking the weather on the kitchen TV, and older sibling plugged into the iPod/IM/YouTube grid upstairs. If you pick the right classic, though--I don’t know, “Lawrence of Arabia” or “Gone with the Wind” or “Some Like It Hot”--everybody will be piled on the couch together. They’ll talk about it later, too. The more shared experiences you can get in our splintering mediaverse the better. Your kids will thank you, if not now then someday.

Q: Are there any films you wish you could have included but just didn’t have room for?

A: Are you kidding? I just scratched the surface. Douglas Sirk’s great weepie “Written on the Wind.” Epics like “Ben-Hur.” Obscure 30s comedies like “Hands Across the Table,” with Carole Lombard and Fred MacMurray back when he was hot. There’s an endless amount there and the studios are putting it all on DVD. My book’s an introduction: I point out the cave, hand you a flashlight, and tell you where to go spelunking. But maybe part of the pleasure is finding Cukor’s “Gaslight” or Powell’s “Black Narcissus” on your own.

Praise

Praise

“Every parent has asked for Ty Burr’s book. Every movie-mad child will steal it from the parents. This is a guide to classic movies for kids, written with verve, humor, and pep. A winner.”
—David Thomson, author of The New Biographical Dictionary of Film

“A treasure, a delight, and quite possibly a marriage-saver as well. Ty Burr’s advice on when, how, and even why to share with our children the movies we cherish from our own youth is funny, hip, and wise. My ten-year-old stole the book right out of my hands.” —Julia Glass, National Book Award–Winning Author of Three Junes

“Terrific, necessary, and carried out with integrity, intelligence, sensitivity, and totally without condescension. Ty Burr's book can lead to a lot of pleasure–of the life-long kind.” —Peter Bogdanovich

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