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Clarke, and the Making of a Masterpiece. Clarke created this cinematic masterpiece. Regarded as a masterpiece today, A Space Odyssey received mixed reviews on its release. Despite the success of Dr. Although some leading critics slammed the film as incomprehensible and self-indulgent, the public lined up to see it. Author Michael Benson explains how was made, telling the story primarily through the two people most responsible for the film, Kubrick and science fiction legend Arthur C.

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It was an idea both could get behind, Clarke with his innate optimism about human possibilities, and Kubrick with his deeply ingrained skepticism. It was this seemingly contradictory mesh of worldviews that gave A Space Odyssey its exhilarating fusion of agnosticism and belief, cynicism and idealism, death and rebirth.

In Clarke, Kubrick had found the most balanced and productive creative partnership of his career. Like Joyce, both were expatriates, with the Kubrick family finally settling for good in England during the making of , and Clarke being a resident of Ceylon—later Sri Lanka—from until his death in Each was a devastating indictment of human behavior as expressed through the military mind-set.

Released in , Paths of Glory served as a comprehensive indictment of the hypocrisy of the French general staff during World War I—though its meanings were by no means limited to any one army or conflict. And his satire Dr. Strangelove, written in collaboration with Peter George and Terry Southern, cut to the core of the Cold War nuclear arms race, equal parts savage critique and caustic black comedy.

A resounding critical and commercial success, it set the stage for the large-scale studio support necessary to realize A self-educated polymath, he was in some ways the ultimate genre director, switching virtuosically between established cinematic categories and forms with a restless analytical intelligence, always transcending and expanding their boundaries. Having concluded his preproduction research, he directed his pictures with all the authority of an enlightened despot.

While in practice, studios such as MGM footed the bills and exerted some influence, this gave him near-complete artistic independence. The picture, which dramatized the bloody trajectory of a Thracian gladiator as he led a successful uprising against Rome, won four Oscars and a Golden Globe award for Best Motion Picture Drama.

All the while, the director and his team pioneered a variety of innovative new cinematic techniques. Highly unorthodox in big-budget filmmaking, this improvisatory, research-based approach was practically unheard of in a project of this scale.

Major plot points remained in flux well into filming. Significant scenes were modified beyond recognition or tossed altogether as their moment on the schedule arrived.

A documentary prelude featuring leading scientists discussing extraterrestrial intelligence was shot but discarded. Giant sets were built, found wanting, and rejected. A transparent two-ton Plexiglas monolith was produced at huge expense and then shelved as inadequate.

And so forth. Throughout, Kubrick and Clarke remained locked in dialogue. When Kubrick first contacted him early in , he had already enjoyed an exceptionally prolific career. Apart from his fictional and nonfictional output, he had played a noteworthy role in the history of technology. While some of the ideas he presented had already been in circulation, he synthesized them impeccably, and the paper is regarded as an important document of the space age and the information revolution.

As with Ulysses, was initially greeted with varying degrees of incomprehension, dismissal, and scorn—but also awed admiration, particularly among the younger generation.

Its first screenings were a harrowing ordeal, with audience reactions at the New York premiere including boos, catcalls, and large-scale walkouts. Russian director Andrei Tarkovsky, possibly the greatest filmmaker of the twentieth century, found repellant. They were followed by grudging reappraisals, at least on the part of some, and a dawning understanding that a truly significant work of art had materialized.

Put simply, it changed how we think about ourselves. In both of these modernist Odysseys, audiences were asked to accept new ways of receiving narrative. Each was highly influential, with innumerable successor works striving to equal their philosophical breadth and technical virtuosity.

Neither has yet been surpassed. Whether it was in Washington where we then lived or New York as I remember it is unclear. While I was already excited by the jump into space as then best represented by the Apollo program—which had already launched two of its towering Saturn V Moon rockets on unmanned test flights—it was no preparation for my first exposure to such a powerfully ambiguous, visually stunning work.

The lunar, spaceflight, and space-walk scenes were mesmerizing. The effects of zero gravity on the human body were conveyed with utterly convincing realism. Much of it was also incomprehensible, however, and afterward, I trailed my mom across the pavement of whichever city it may have been, exhausted by a surfeit of wonderment and squinting in the dazzling late-afternoon sunlight. Mom was always honest with me—and is to this day. As the child of foreign service parents, I had already lived in Belgrade, Yugoslavia, as well as Hamburg, West Germany—two countries that no longer exist.

Although an American by birth, my world was the world, and my nascent identity was global by default. Unfortunately, an unwanted side effect of changing countries so regularly can be a sense of not belonging to any one place—the so-called third-culture syndrome of the expat kid. As the years passed, I saw the film again many times, and it always struck me as an extraordinarily prescient account of the human situation in a mystifyingly grand, seemingly indifferent cosmos. Since then, true space exploration has been conducted exclusively by automated spacecraft.

As a fiction, it created its own reality and demands to be viewed within that frame. Ask not for whom the monolith tolls. I did get to know Arthur Clarke during the last decade of his life, and visited him three times in Sri Lanka, the last with my family in tow.

When I first met him, in the year , no less, he was already confined to a wheelchair due to a progressive neurological ailment called post-polio syndrome, but I found him to be an alert, cheerful, wickedly humorous presence, always up for an in-depth discussion and gratifyingly willing to mobilize a small motorcade and show me around the southern part of the island.

I did! While I accepted his statement, the reason I asked—and I told him this—was that the sequence has a chilly intensity that I recognized as more Kubrickian than Clarkean. In fact, as with any good collaboration, the truth lies somewhere in between. Of course, this presents a paradox. Clarke was the writer and Kubrick the filmmaker, so one might be excused for assuming that what words there are in must have chattered from his portable typewriter at some point between and Not so. Almost every scene was rewritten multiple times by the director during live- action production, which—if we exempt the wordless Dawn of Man sequence—extended for just over six months, from late December to mid-July The prehistoric prelude was shot in the summer of