(originally published in the November, 2011 issue of Cinematic Completist)
Any person with even a modest interest in cinema can, at the slightest provocation, cite the names of a dozen or more celluloid artistes who, without question, have staked indelible claims on the projection booths of the mass imagination – names like Welles (Citizen Kane), Hitchcock (Rear Window), Spielberg (1941), and Raffill (Mannequin 2: On the Move). All possessed undeniable talent, perhaps even genius, but there is more to their immortality than that. Lasting success in such a cutthroat medium must also be attributed to their tenacity, indomitability, and occasional willingness to fellate their superiors when necessary (hence the term “studio head”). But what of the others, that pale and tragic remnant untouched by fickle Kismet’s hand and unable to suppress the gag reflex so stalwartly? Surely their contribution, however paltry, to the annals of film history deserves some recognition? Frankly, no, it doesn’t. They’re total and abject failures and deserve only to be treated as such. But a freelance assignment is a freelance assignment.
Cedric Bauer, Jr. (1926-1961), director/animator