Oh, what heights...: Chuck Jones [1912-2002]
by John G. Nettles
PopMatters Film and TV Critic
Bugs Bunny, Gossamer, Road Runner, Wile E. Coyote, Elmer Fudd, Daffy Duck, Michigan J. Frog, Porky Pig, Marvin Martian, Pepe le Pew and Kitty. © Warner Bros. Images courtesy of ChuckJones.com.
Marvin Martian & Bugs Bunny © Warner Bros. Images courtesy of ChuckJones.com.
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Legendary animator Chuck Jones died of congestive heart
failure on February 22, leaving a body of work of over 600
cartoons. It is difficult to find words to describe the
void that he has left in the world. This would not have
been a problem for Jones himself -- he was an unparalleled
master of conveying tragedy and comedy without dialogue, as
some of his most beloved cartoons can attest. The single
lily dripping rainwater over the fallen body of Bugs Bunny,
slain with "speaw and magic hel-met." The expression of
unbridled avarice on the face of the poor doomed schmoe who
discovers the singing frog in the box. The infinite
forlornness of the Coyote as his hopes (and body) are
dashed in the
pitiless desert again... and again...
Jones came by his flair for visual comedy honestly. Though
born in Spokane, Washington, Jones cut his teeth in
Hollywood, appearing as a child in a number of Mack Sennett
comedies and watching such silent-comedy luminaries as
Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton demonstrate their craft.
After graduating from art school, Jones was hired first by
famed Disney animator Ub Iwerks, and then by Leon
Schlesinger Studios, the company initially responsible for
Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies, distributed and later
owned outright by Warner Brothers. There he worked on or
directed hundreds of films, including a number of "Private
Snafu" cartoons for the U.S. Army, which took a
Goofus-and-Gallant approach to instructing servicemen in
proper conduct.
During the 20-plus years he spent making cartoons for
Warners, alongside such other luminaries as Fred "Tex"
Avery and Bob Clampett, Jones left an indelible mark on
popular culture. While Avery worked his self-referential
screwball comedies and Clampett put the spin of surrealism
in his animation, Jones carved out a niche for himself by
developing his characters as characters. Jones was a
firm believer in the idea of making cartoon characters
appear to live and breathe, and by bestowing individual
traits and tics on his subjects -- Bugs' half-lowered
eyelids while handily fleecing Elmer Fudd, the raised
eyebrow of a nonplussed Daffy Duck -- he elevated them from
the ranks of generic funny-animals to actors in their own
right. His gift for comic timing was nearly impeccable.
Compare Jones' Road Runner cartoons with those produced in
the '60s by David DePatie and Friz Freleng -- it is hard to
believe that there could be much difference in the handling
of a pratfalling coyote, but the latter cartoons seem stiff
and lifeless by comparison.
Jones' work was also distinguished by the way in which he
integrated his work with his love of classical music and
opera, which resulted in three of the best-remembered
cartoons ever -- What's Opera, Doc?, One Froggy
Evening (the one with the singing frog), and The
Rabbit of Seville, in which Bugs Bunny dresses as a
barber and launches a merciless assault on a hapless Elmer
Fudd in perfect sync with an orchestra performing The
Marriage of Figaro. In those three cartoons there is a
grand total of two lines of straight dialogue, yet Jones
wrought them all into benchmarks of film comedy.
This is not to suggest that Jones' cartoons with dialogue
are somehow lesser efforts. Between his flair for timing,
the sophistication of longtime scripter Michael Maltese,
and the incomparable voice talents of Mel Blanc, Jones'
output included exchanges that are seared into our
collective memory. Most of us, if pressed, can recite at
least part of the classic Bugs/Daffy bit in "Duck Season!
Rabbit Season!" I have been in a movie theatre where the
entire audience, a significant portion of them decidedly
not toonheads, traded lines with Duck Dodgers in
the 24 1/2 Century with the fervor of a Rocky
Horror crowd. And my friend Merrick picked up his
future wife in a bar one night with a barrage of lines from
the Pepe Le Pew repertoire.
After Warner Brothers shut down its animation division in
1962, Jones moved to MGM and directed or produced a number
of Tom and Jerry features, as well as three more
legitimate classics, the Oscar-winning The Dot and the
Line, an adaptation of Norton Juster's wonderful
children's book The Phantom Tollbooth, and what is
arguably Jones' most enduring film, Dr. Seuss' How the
Grinch Stole Christmas. The holiday mainstay, voiced by
Boris Karloff, features Jones' trademark timing and facial
characterizations. Again, a comparison -- this with the
recent Ron Howard live-action film starring Jim Carrey --
reveals that Jones' treatment is the definitive one.
Late in life, Jones occupied himself with personal
appearances, a joint business venture in original art with
his daughter Linda, a retrospective at the Museum of Modern
Art, an eponymous foundation for the support of young
artists and animators, and two autobiographies, Chuck
Amuck and Chuck Reducks.
Toonheads tend to be a clannish and contentious lot, and
many (mostly Tex Avery fans, curiously enough) argue that
Jones' accomplishments were merely spikes in a long, flat
line of prolific mediocrity. That is, of course, a matter
of opinion that will be debated endlessly, but I would
submit that those spikes were pretty damn big ones. At his
best, Chuck Jones set a standard for innovative animated
comedy that few cartoonists, then or now, have even
approached. And th-th-that's all that counts, folks.