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Bob Clampett Superstar

Recently released by the Warner Archive on-demand service was the 1975 film Bugs Bunny Superstar, the documentary produced and directed by Larry Jackson and hosted by Bob Clampett.

I would probably agree with those saying this is hardly a release worth getting excited about if I didn’t already have it. The film was regular filler material for TNT for much of the 1980s and 1990s and I had it memorized by heart. Clampett’s voice and the 1936 footage of Tex Avery (in live-action reference for his cartoon, I’d Love to Take Orders from You), had become as inseparable as any of the cartoons were to my childhood nostalgia. It was also included as a bonus feature on the fourth volume of the Looney Tunes Golden Collection.

What makes this particular release so special is the feature-length audio commentary provided by Larry Jackson himself (obviously recorded by himself on his own time, as so many bonus features are in this era of home video). It’s a far more informative piece on its own than the actual film is (save the visual accompaniments, the Warner story is better told in books by Leonard Maltin, Joe Adamson, and Mike Barrier). The stories Jackson relays, of getting the film made, approaching Orson Welles to narrate parts of it, dealing with Bob Clampett and Chuck Jones’s egos and charging most of the budget on his American Express card, complement the wacky tone of Bugs Bunny Superstar, but in a far less fluffy, earthlier manner.

As Jackson reminds us, hardly anything on the Warner cartoons had been written in the dark world of the mid-1970s, and the directors had every right to toot their own horns. Jackson is too gracious to say so, but Bugs Bunny Superstar was, unquestionably, a method of Clampett’s to spin the gospel of Looney Tunes his own way. In order to secure Clampett’s participation and access to the Clampett estate’s unprecedented collection of Warner history, Jackson had to sign a contract that stipulated Clampett would host the documentary and also have approval over the final cut.

It was obviously hard enough to condense the history of Warner cartoons into what was essentially thirty-minutes, and even harder with such a price attached to it. Jackson says that Clampett was very reluctant speaking about the other directors and their contributions. In Clampett’s own view, he was the underdog, the youngest of the directors (though Frank Tashlin was only older than him by a few months), and he felt most comfortable being the brashest and most rebellious one in order to get serious attention – an outlook clearly visible in his films and one that certainly caused unrest amongst his former colleagues in later years.

Beyond Clampett, Jackson talks about how he was supposed to interview Friz Freleng, Tex Avery, and Bob McKimson at DePatie-Freleng one Friday afternoon. Unfortunately, McKimson withdrew his offer that very day, saying he just wasn’t comfortable doing on-camera interviews. Mel Blanc told Jackson he never heard from Clampett about an interview, and that he would have declined for similar reasons (he was still frail from his auto accident some fourteen years earlier). Jackson claims Chuck Jones never formally declined; Clampett had spoken with Jones’s secretary, who said that Jones was out of town that month.

The final film is entertaining, and certainly not malicious in its short shrifts to the other directors. It was more or less a celluloid version of Bob Clampett himself: largely accurate, positively endearing, and takes for granted that the sun shone out of Bob Clampett’s every orifice at Termite Terrace when it often didn’t.

It was a low-budget thing, its sole purpose to make people view the Warner cartoons beyond Saturday morning treacle. It succeeded, but the sting hurt nonetheless. Jones’s ego was bruised by not being the star himself (Jackson speaks about how he briefly tried to negotiate with Warners to include one or two of Jones’s superior 1950s cartoons in the film, but was immediately declared crazy by the suits), and Avery certainly wasn’t happy with the story of Bugs Bunny’s origins as presented.

Freleng was blasé, as he often was regarding Clampett, only fuming when the latter fired off a genuine B.S. story (i.e. Clampett passing off the I Haven’t Got a Hat model sheet as his own, when it was actually the work of Freleng). Jackson talks about how, at the premiere of Bugs Bunny Superstar, Freleng consoled him and said not to worry too much about the politics at play. Clampett and Jones had been “squabbling like kids with sibling rivalry more or less since they were kids,” Freleng said. “And if the shoe had been on the other foot when you were making your film, Chuck would have probably done the same thing to Bob and give him the short end of the stick if he had the chance.” Freleng was, as usual, correct. Three years later, Jones produced and directed The Bugs Bunny-Road Runner Movie, and made a deliberate point of removing Clampett from Bugs’s “Hall of Fathers.”

Jones eventually achieved his goal of being the “shining light” of Warner cartoons in the following decades, largely due to simple mathematics and less to do with self-promotion, as anyone could have predicted. Clampett did barely five years of high-quality animation, while Jones did (arguably) fifteen. No conspiracy – more work at a high level equals more attention and adulation. (“Ya can argue with me, but ya can’t argue with figures…”) Jones was like Alfred Hitchcock, in that he was always a self-conscious ‘artiste’ who went largely unrecognized during his heyday. When both men finally did gain deserved recognition, their best work was years behind them. But since it was at such a high level for such a long time it didn’t matter. Their reputations had been established and the reception was justified.

The squabbles and passion behind the Warner cartoons will always be of great interest to me, so Jackson’s enlightening commentary about being there when all of the brickbats went down was refreshing to hear from a non-partisan. Fortunately, things seem to be settling down, and Warner history as it stands is largely the way it should be.

But back to this release. Yes, do indeed get it. Jackson has many other entertaining anecdotes, and I won’t spoil any more of them. (Save one: did Bob Clampett really wear a wig? Answer: he didn’t.) There are also several behind-the-scenes photos, including one of Mel Blanc refusing a carrot offered by Jackson at one of the film’s premieres.

Looney Sluts can also rejoice for one intriguing extra, too. The picture element for I Taw a Putty Tat is sourced from a raw, original Cinecolor release print, so most of the original opening titles are intact. Unfortunately, they used the Blue Ribbon reissue’s soundtrack, so none of the animator and director credits remain, nor the original opening music. (A reminder: you can see those original titles, sourced from my own 16mm Cinecolor print, at this link.)

Anyone interested in animation history should purchase this DVD without hesitation. With the ongoing “5 for $50” sale at the Warner Archive site, you have no excuse.

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Of Mice & Ego

The light has just gone out in the bears’ house, and the Cockney fox takes a drag on a cigarette. It is a very intricate special effect done to give an ominous feel to the opening scene. It’s also an exceptionally staged layout. Above is a [poor] animated GIF illustrating a lighting effect I had never noticed before in The Unbearable Bear. The great restoration drew my attention to it.

I guess the overall sentiment regarding the very odd Looney Tunes Mouse Chronicles collection that was released to Blu-Ray and DVD this week is that it’s a showcase that very accurately illustrates the evolution of Chuck Jones’s directorial style over his fist twelve years. These Warner cartoons get me thinking like nothing else can, so bear with me on this one.

BEDTIME FOR SNIFFLES

This will be a minority opinion, but I don’t think the early Jones cartoons (arbitrarily, before the 1942 release season) are as bad as they’re made out to be. Though it is a little torturous to watch all of these Sniffles cartoons in one sitting, isn’t that true of most reoccurring characters? The Sniffles cartoons are more charming and successful as gentler comedies than the Disney Studio films were, particularly when Disney was using characters that specifically demanded rougher edges and sharper timing (Donald Duck specifically).

The early films are often quite off, and I would only consider very few of them classics (most certainly Naughty But Mice, Little Brother Rat, and Bedtime for Sniffles). Yet isn’t the near entirety of 1939-40 Schlesinger cartoons a little off? Consider that while Jones was too cutesy, Tex Avery was knocking out travelogue after travelogue and Bob Clampett was directing many very weak Porky Pig cartoons (ones that used radio references as crutches and showed plain exhaustion with the character). Nothing of merit came from the Ben Hardaway-Cal Dalton unit. Almost cynically, things get back on track again at Schlesinger’s when Friz Freleng, the least innovative but funniest of the directors, returns.

The cat's demise in THE BRAVE LITTLE BAT.

The man did have a flair for comedy and charisma from the beginning. However clumsily handled, Jones also had a penchant for humorous self-awareness, as exemplified by the intelligently insane Daffy in Daffy Duck and the Dinosaur and Bugs Bunny in Elmer’s Candid Camera and Elmer’s Pet Rabbit. In The Brave Little Bat, the titular Batty is a deliberate assault on the viewer’s patience; he is so overly cutesy and obnoxious that there’s no other way to take him than intentionally taxing. (This is emphasized by a rather repulsive shot of the damage that befalls a cat after he falls from a ledge – more or less Batty’s doing.) He reused the gabby-to-the-pont-of-abhorrence gimmick even more brilliantly in The Unbearable Bear.

The most overwhelming flaw evident in all of these Sniffles cartoons is the bloated timing. Animators tend to mimic the kind of timing and gag structure Laurel and Hardy specialized in (whether they’re aware of it or not). In the best Laurel and Hardy films, even the most mundane of routines have a life of their own, thanks mainly to the rich, unpretentious nature ingrained in the duo’s acting. The animator merely thinks a scene can be made funnier if it’s longer, and since he or she doesn’t have a being that can think for itself at his or her disposal, so the drawing (and thereby acting) becomes too self-conscious. There is no grace to be won and the payoff usually isn’t worth the belabored set-up. It’s a problem with most Disney cartoons and their imitators; early Jones is no exception.

SNIFFLES BELLS THE CAT

It’s never been explicitly stated why Jones set out to improve his timing and cutting. Supposedly Freleng went to bat for Jones when Schlesinger was planning to demote Jones because he didn’t like his earlier pictures, in spite of them getting positive audience response and even glowing reviews (Manny Farber was a shill for Jones his entire career). Freleng told Jones that he had to get more speed, and comedy, into his pictures like he, Avery, and Clampett had. Jones knew Freleng was right, and much to his resentment, he knew Schlesinger was too. It didn’t stroke his ego, that’s for sure.

Freleng said (according to Corny Cole), “Chuck Jones brought ego into the animation business.” I think that’s largely hyperbolic, because any art worth taking seriously is the product of ego (Freleng’s best work included), but it’s one of those statements grounded in truth that Freleng always blurted out with no reservation.

Chuck Jones really is ego personified in animation, and for a large part of his career, it was ego intelligently applied more successfully than anyone else has ever managed. The proof? A string of roughly fifteen years worth of cartoons that are unbelievably great, a claim no other animation director can make. (Only when Jones was clearly uncomfortable with the story material did a true dud arise, as in the heavily referential and brutish Hush My Mouse, appearing with original titles on this set.)

The second disc of this collection, collecting the entirety of the woefully short-lived Hubie and Bertie series, illustrates a prime chunk of that period. Here, writer Mike Maltese’s influence was at its strongest, and was when Jones realized how arty and funny his cartoons could be. Needless to say, he made every effort to make them as great as possible.

From ROUGHLY SQUEAKING, animated by Ben Washam.

I can think of very few directors in commercial Hollywood who are as wholly present in their cartoons as Jones is, right down to the very frame. His ego gave him a confidence in his own drawings that Avery, Freleng, and Clampett completely lacked. All of them more or less channeled their personalities through their writers, animators, and layout men. Yet it was only Jones who actively used his team to make up for his own weaknesses, and only within the confines of his ivory tower.

It’s why Jones didn’t have much use for Bob McKimson in his unit. McKimson was inarguably the best and most important animator at the studio, but he was, to appropriate a phrase I picked up from cartoonist/writer Jim Gomez, “his own bastard”; an artist with his own ego that didn’t jibe with Jones’s. He was a technician far better off with directors who lacked faith in their own drawings (Avery) or actively wanted his input to booster their cartoons (Clampett).

Sometimes Jones’s beautiful layouts didn’t work for animation purposes, and sometimes a story needed to be more biting to work. Jones knew that his team helped make the cartoons what they were and was probably grateful for the help, even if he disparaged them later in his “my way or highway” demeanor (Jones’s statement that Ken Harris wasn’t a good “draughtsman”, the condescending portrayal of Mike Maltese in Chuck Amuck).

Ego is a curious, incurable disease that can do irreparable harm. It certainly negatively affected Jones’s output in his last forty or so years on the planet, when he went back to his over-drawn, bloated ways, only with none of the charm of Sniffles the Mouse. But as a repertoire like his filmography proves, ego can be a very wonderful thing if the conditions are right and the person in question is surrounded by the right people.

I was intending to say most of this more towards September 21st, which will mark the centennial of Jones’s birth, but this DVD release expedited it a bit. Surely his films will delight and captivate people for another hundred years, but will the medium/industry give us another Chuck Jones, an individual capable of maintaining greatness with regularity for a similarly long period? It hasn’t done so yet, and it seems rather doubtful.

TRAP HAPPY PORKY, animated by Ken Harris.

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