Here’s what Film Noir is to me. It’s a righteously generically American film movement that went from 1945 to 1958 and exposited one great theme and that theme is you’re fucked. - James Ellroy
There’s a recent episode of Mad Men, I believe in Season 6, where Roger Sterling takes his young grandson to see Planet of the Apes. The kid seems like he’s having a good time, at least to Roger, and when he comes home the terror of what he’s seen means he’s totally freaked out by anything furry.
It’s interesting to note that the original series of Apes films were rated G. I guess back then with the threat of nuclear annihilation at any minute, the goings-on of 5 movies that see the death of protagonists, the explosion of the planet, the realization of mankind’s willful self-destruction, the condemnation of religious dogma, Linda Harrison in a rag bikini and Paul Williams all fell in the same ratings category as The OogieLove’s Big Balloon Adventure.*
I watched the Apes movies as a kid, and I remember that they all ended badly. Particularly striking was at the end of the summer’s 5-night UHF-broadcast movie marathon of “Ape Week” was the vision of the Lawgiver statue weeping for the fate of ape and man. I mean, that was some heavy shit for me as an 8-year-old.
Killing it here. Right on.