Rob White

Images with built-in obsolescence

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That famous poster was designed by Bill Gold, who later teamed up with Clint Eastwood. Fifty-one years after Casablanca, he devised another memorable campaign — for Eastwood’s Unforgiven. King traces this kind of collaboration to the 1950s, when the obsessive Otto Preminger commissioned Saul Bass to design both title sequences and posters for films such as The Man with the Golden Arm and Anatomy of a Murder, creating what would be known today as a ‘brand identity’. Bass was the Picasso of the field. His work, with its body-part motifs, has a brilliant directness. Alfred Hitchcock recognised its distinction straight away, and Bass was taken on for Vertigo, North by Northwest and titles for The Age of Innocence and Casino. Bass’s name is well known to film-lovers but he is exceptional. Even in this book, which is carefully researched, roughly half of the posters are not attributed.

Movie Poster is an international survey and the foreign posters are a delight to see. There are luscious Cuban screen-prints and delicate, rather frigid Italian watercolours. Often it seems unlikely that the designers had watched the films they sought to promote. In the Italian poster for On the Waterfront, Marlon Brando’s glowering face has a greenish tinge. He is posed in front of a giant, blood-dripping meat hook, his left hand clenched into a claw: he looks for all the world like a zombie. The image is eye-catching but absurd, like the Czech advertisement for The Birds — a bizarre rip-off of Max Ernst’s Attirement of the Bride, the mutant figures floating in mid-air. The monochrome Polish poster for The Birds is just as incongruous but also fierce and vivid. The word ptaki (‘fear’) is repeated again and again to form a background out of which a winged skull looms. It is first-rate graphic design: simple compositional elements combine to create an impression of threat and terror.

Idiosyncratic, experimental images like these are hardly seen now. Hollywood, in particular, polices the marketing of its products. The upshot is blandness and international uniformity. King bemoans this glibly: ‘those responsible for film advertising need to try harder.’ A few notable careers apart, the story that emerges from this beautifully illustrated book is of designers working ingeniously, independently and without expecting the recognition of posterity. It would be a pity if this story were to come to an end because of modern marketing techniques.

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