“But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puff’ d and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And reaks not his own rede.”
“O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th’ expectation and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th’ observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down!”
Saw Iron Man 3 and enjoyed it immensely. During the credits (relax, no spoilers), I saw Jackson Pollock’s Alchemy in the “Look who let us use their work” section.
Iron Man 2 had other art history references. Imagine my facial expression when the actors mentioned Barnett Newman and others.
Also, what made the directors, writers (and others) choose Contemporary artists for these films? I have speculations of my own, but I haven’t seen the film in a while for me to solidify them.
Lastly, a quote from the movie’s IMDb trivia page:
“In Stark’s mansion, Alberto Giacometti‘s bronze sculpture entitled “L’Homme qui marche I” can be seen. On February 3rd, 2010, the second edition of the cast of the sculpture became one of the most expensive works of art ever sold at auction to Brazilian philanthropist Lily Safra, who paid US$107.3 million for it.”
An interesting choice. I know I am possibly not the only who thought this, but did the filmmakers intentionally chose the spindly statue to reflect the subplot of Tony’s delicate state?
“The Lady of Shallot” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
An excerpt courtesy of Victorian Web
“On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.1
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veiled
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand? 25
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to towered Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers “‘Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott.” “