Month: October 2010

  • Movie View of Mark Zuckerberg

    Merrick Morton/Columbia Pictures

    Justin Timberlake, left, as Sean Parker, and Jesse Eisenberg, as Mark Zuckerberg, in “The Social Network.”

    October 3, 2010

    No Stopping Movie View of Mark Zuckerberg

    Millions of the moviegoers who made “The Social Network” the top box-office draw of the weekend saw an unflattering portrayal of Mark Zuckerberg, the co-founder and chief executive of Facebook.

    To many viewers, Mr. Zuckerberg comes off as a callow, socially inept schemer who misled fellow students who had wanted to build an online social network at Harvard and who also pushed out a co-founder of the company. With only a few exceptions — girlfriends and a prominent Silicon Valley venture capital firm — the names have not been changed to mask identities.

    The film’s truthfulness, however, has been strongly questioned in forums like Slate, the online magazine, and The New Republic.

    Many of those who know Mr. Zuckerberg argue that it is inaccurate in significant ways. David Kirkpatrick, who wrote a company-authorized history of Facebook titled “The Facebook Effect,” said, “The reality is, it’s a really good movie — however, it’s not a true story.” Mr. Kirkpatrick has written critically about the movie on the Web site The Daily Beast.

    And that raises a question: how can filmmakers take liberties with the story of a living person, and does that person have any recourse if the portrayal upsets him? After all, many movies run a legal disclaimer in the credits that says, “Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.”

    There is nothing new about film biographies, though hagiographies are far more common than hatchet jobs. A movie in the works on Chesley B. Sullenberger III will focus on landing a plane in the Hudson, not on recreating a scene in a college bar where a girl called the protagonist a bad name — an important moment in the Facebook film. Studios will often seek the cooperation of subjects, paying them for the use of their life stories.

    When it comes to public figures, lawyers say, appropriating someone’s life story for a movie is not so different from telling such details in a news article or printed biography. Politicians have grown used to harsh onscreen treatment, having learned that there is a degree of latitude for inaccuracy and strong protection against libel suits.

    Eugene Volokh, a professor at the University of California, Los Angeles, law school, said that if Mr. Zuckerberg sued and was declared a public figure, he would then “have to show that the filmmakers knew the statements were false, or were reckless about the possibility of falsehood.”

    David L. Hudson Jr., a scholar at the First Amendment Center at Vanderbilt University, agreed that “it would be pretty difficult” for a person like Mr. Zuckerberg, with a good likelihood of being found a public figure, to successfully sue over a movie he believes to be libelous.

    The legal standard was set in the realm of journalism, in cases like New York Times v. Sullivan, said Floyd Abrams, a leading First Amendment lawyer, but “a moviemaker is not going to get less protection than a journalist. If they’ve got sources and depositions and the like, and they use it in a reasonably fair way, they are likely protected.”

    Scott Rudin, one of the film’s producers, said that in fact, the filmmakers worked hard at discerning the truth in conflicting versions of events and telling it straight. “Where the plaintiffs and defendants don’t agree in life, they don’t agree in the movie,” he said.

    The result, he insisted, is accurate. “The movie is thoroughly vetted,” he said. “I’m very comfortable that we got the facts right.”

    Mr. Zuckerberg and his company, it seems, are not taking a benign view of the new film, and issued a statement that plays up the sense that the portrayal is fictional and shouldn’t be taken all that seriously.

    “They do a wonderful job of telling a good story,” the company said in the statement. “Of course, the reality probably wouldn’t make for a very fun or interesting movie.” The company also quoted the screenwriter, Aaron Sorkin, who told New York Magazine, “I don’t want my fidelity to be to the truth; I want it to be to storytelling.”

    However, on the movie’s opening day, the staff at the company’s Palo Alto, Calif., headquarters bought two theaters’ worth of seats to catch an early screening. If the film’s audience continues to grow, and it begins to attract awards, it could prove a more nagging problem for a young company that has already come under attack from privacy advocates. In such a case, companies have chosen a forum more favorable than the United States to sue, Mr. Abrams said. “If he wanted to sue, he ought to sue in London, where the law is so very pro plaintiff and so very indifferent to what we consider to be free speech rights,” he said.

    But any courtroom would hold other risks for Mr. Zuckerberg, Mr. Abrams said. “The last thing he’d want is to bring a lawsuit on his whole life,” a headline-grabbing ordeal in which depositions and withering cross-examination could make anyone look bad.

    The company will most likely just let things stand. If the film, for all its critical acclaim, turns out to be a pallid performer at the box office, it could be out of the multiplex in a short time. Its opening weekend was solid, with $23 million in receipts. Any legal action against the film would bring more attention to it.

    There is some precedent in Silicon Valley for the image-conscious subject of such a film to bury the hatchet. “Pirates of Silicon Valley,” a TV movie that appeared on TNT in 1999, told the bits-to-riches stories of Bill Gates and Steven P. Jobs. It portrayed Mr. Gates as a nerdish conqueror and Mr. Jobs as a revolutionary creep.

    The film did not seem to leave hard feelings, though. At an Apple product unveiling in 1999, the actor who portrayed Mr. Jobs in the movie, Noah Wyle, pretended to be the “iCEO,” stepping onto the stage in Mr. Jobs’s signature black turtleneck and jeans and telling the crowd about the “insanely great” products to be announced that day.

    Steve Jobs himself then came out to whoops and cheers, and told the crowd that he had invited Mr. Wyle because “he’s a better me than me.”

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  • The spirit of Swinging London lives in Fashion Week.

     

    Chic and Cheeky

    BY Samantha Sault

  • Las Vegas Faces Its Deepest Slide Since the 1940s

    Monica Almeida/The New York Times

    The 76-acre City Center complex on the Las Vegas Strip was conceived before the downturn.

     

    October 2, 2010

    Las Vegas Faces Its Deepest Slide Since the 1940s

    LAS VEGAS — There are many cities across the country that are beginning to see the first glimpses of the end of the recession.

    This is not one of them.

    The nation’s gambling capital is staggering under a confluence of economic forces that has sent Las Vegas into what officials describe as its deepest economic rut since casinos first began rising in the desert here in the 1940s.

    Even as city leaders remain hopeful that gambling revenues will rebound with the nation’s economy, experts project that it will not be enough to make up for an even deeper realignment that has taken place in the course of this recession: the collapse of the construction industry, which was the other economic pillar of the city and the state.

    Unemployment in Nevada is now 14.4 percent, the highest in the nation and a stark contrast to the 3.8 percent unemployment rate here just 10 years ago; in Las Vegas, it is 14.7 percent.

    August was the 44th consecutive month in which Nevada led the nation in housing foreclosures.

    The Plaza Hotel and Casino, which is downtown, recently announced that it was laying off 400 workers and closing its hotel and parts of its casino for eventual renovation, the latest high-profile hit to a city that has seen a steady parade of them.

    “It’s been in bad shape before, but not this bad,” said David G. Schwartz, director of the Center for Gaming Research at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. “If you look at the gaming revenues, they have declined and continue to decline over the past three years. “

    “Sept. 11 set off a two-year slowdown,” Mr. Schwartz said. “But nothing of this magnitude.”

    Mayor Oscar B. Goodman said in a recent interview that he was “very bullish on our future,” offering as evidence the packed airplanes he encountered both ways on a recent trip east to appear on “The Colbert Report.”

    But, he added: “Our daily room rate average is not what it was. Our hotel room rates are bargains now. People aren’t spending on gambling as they have in the past. Ordinarily Las Vegas was the last to go into a recession and the first to come out. This one is different. As soon as they feel secure in their financial position, then Las Vegas will come back stronger than ever.”

    The drop in the city’s gambling revenues, at first glance, tracks historical trends: Americans cut back on recreational travel and gambling during a recession. There are some signs that gambling revenues, which are down to 2004 levels, have at least stabilized. After months of precipitous decline, revenues increased 3 percent in the first quarter of 2010, but then dropped 5 percent in the second quarter, according to the Center for Gaming Research.

    “I think we are bumping along the bottom,” said Stephen P. A. Brown, the director of the Center for Business and Economic Research at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, which has been tracking the downturn. “Expectations are that once the U.S. economy turns around, the gaming industry will begin to improve.”

    What is worrisome now is the nature of this economic downturn, when many people saw the value of their retirement funds or homes collapse. Economists say people are less likely to gamble as freely as they have in the past, particularly baby boomers, who may now be rattled about their retirement years. In one sign of this, while there were more people coming to Las Vegas in recent months, gambling receipts have remained stagnant.

    “The big players, the ones who gamble the big money, I’m not sure they have it anymore,” Mr. Goodman said.

    Gambling by Nevadans — itself a steady and critical stream of revenue — has also fallen off as a result of high unemployment, and analysts see no obvious way to turn that around anytime soon.

    “Although gaming dropped with this economy, don’t automatically assume that when the economy comes back people will start gaming at the same level,” said Keith Foley, a senior vice president at Moody’s Investors Service who tracks the industry. “We put this in the grand scheme of things. This is a highly discretionary form of spending. People lost their savings.”

    And in the midst of all of this, standing as a prime symbol of Las Vegas’s taste for extravagant risk — or perhaps of a fateful misreading of a changing landscape — is a huge new “urban community” called CityCenter, which opened next to the Bellagio on the Strip.

    Built by MGM Resorts and the government of Dubai, CityCenter is the largest privately financed construction project in United States history. It is an $8.5 billion labyrinth of hotels, casinos, retail malls, meeting rooms, auditoriums and spas spread across 76 acres with 16 million square feet of floor space. Steel and glass, a crush of buildings often rising at discordant angles, it is an arresting display of a new style of architecture and urban planning that has not been seen in Las Vegas before.

    CityCenter was conceived before the economic downturn and did not open until last December, an unfortunate turn of timing that dropped 5,000 new hotel rooms into the city when some of the older properties had been struggling to bring people in. Another 2,500 rooms are due to be added when another new hotel and casino on the Strip, the Cosmopolitan, opens in mid-December. (A recent check online found rooms being offered for as little as $38 a night at the Sahara Hotel and Casino.)

    At the same time, officials here are watching another potentially disruptive storm on the horizon: legislation in Congress that would legalize Internet gambling. Mr. Brown said he was hopeful that online gambling would not draw people away from Las Vegas because “Internet gambling appeals more to addicted gamblers than people who are seeking a casino experience.”

    But Senator Harry Reid of Nevada, the Senate majority leader who is in the middle of a bruising re-election fight, said he would oppose such a move because it would hurt the state’s tourism industry and cost jobs.

    And Billy Vassiliadis, the chief executive of the advertising agency that represents the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority, said, “People are looking at mall visits and online shopping and saying, ‘Yeah, that could be a problem.’ ”

    “Am I worried?” Mr. Vassiliadis continued. “Hey, listen, I wish we could go all the way back to before Atlantic City opened. By my nature, I like monopolies as long as they are my clients.”

    The potential challenge from the Internet is a reminder of just how much the playing field has changed for Las Vegas over the past generation: with states sponsoring weekly lotteries and legalized gambling permitted in many cities and Indian reservations.

    In what may be no better sign of this city’s concern, Mr. Vassiliadis said officials were thinking of tweaking its iconic advertising slogan “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” to better appeal to a country that may not be in a big-spending, “let’s party” state of mind.

    The downturn in gambling is just one big part of the economic malaise. Nevada is paying a price for an exuberant and often speculative run of commercial and residential construction that has left the market glutted. As a result, the confidence that the return of tourists alone would spur the city to rebound automatically after this recession — the way it did after, say, the recessions of 1982 and 1992 — is absent.

    “There was a time 25 years ago that if tourism rebounded, the state rebounded,” Mr. Vassiliadis said. “That isn’t the case anymore. The other side of the economy here is going to be harder. There needs to be some real, thoughtful, deliberate effort to rebuild an economy here. It isn’t going to happen by itself.”

     

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  • Private Moment Made Public, Then a Fatal Jump

    Center and right, The Star-Ledger

    Tyler Clementi, left, is thought to have committed suicide, days after he was secretly filmed and broadcast on the Internet. Mr. Clementi’s roommate, Dharun Ravi, center, and another classmate, Molly Wei, have been charged in the case.

    Richard Perry/The New York Times

    Mr. Clementi, a Rutgers University freshman, is thought to have jumped off the George Washington Bridge.

     

    September 29, 2010

    Private Moment Made Public, Then a Fatal Jump

    Correction Appended


    It started with a Twitter message on Sept. 19: “Roommate asked for the room till midnight. I went into molly’s room and turned on my webcam. I saw him making out with a dude. Yay.”

    That night, the authorities say, the Rutgers University student who sent the message used a camera in his dormitory room to stream the roommate’s intimate encounter live on the Internet.

    And three days later, the roommate who had been surreptitiously broadcast — Tyler Clementi, an 18-year-old freshman and an accomplished violinist — jumped from the George Washington Bridge into the Hudson River in an apparent suicide.

    The Sept. 22 death, details of which the authorities disclosed on Wednesday, was the latest by a young American that followed the online posting of hurtful material. The news came on the same day that Rutgers kicked off a two-year, campuswide project to teach the importance of civility, with special attention to the use and abuse of new technology.

    Those who knew Mr. Clementi — on the Rutgers campus in Piscataway, N.J., at his North Jersey high school and in a community orchestra — were anguished by the circumstances surrounding his death, describing him as an intensely devoted musician who was sweet and shy.

    “It’s really awful, especially in New York and in the 21st century,” said Arkady Leytush, artistic director of the Ridgewood Symphony Orchestra, where Mr. Clementi played since his freshman year in high school. “It’s so painful. He was very friendly and had very good potential.”

    The Middlesex County prosecutor’s office said Mr. Clementi’s roommate, Dharun Ravi, 18, of Plainsboro, N.J., and another classmate, Molly Wei, 18, of Princeton Junction, N.J., had each been charged with two counts of invasion of privacy for using “the camera to view and transmit a live image” of Mr. Clementi. The most serious charges carry a maximum sentence of five years.

    Mr. Ravi was charged with two additional counts of invasion of privacy for trying a similar live feed on the Internet on Sept. 21, the day before the suicide. A spokesman for the prosecutor’s office, James O’Neill, said the investigation was continuing, but he declined to “speculate on additional charges.”

    Steven Goldstein, chairman of the gay rights group Garden State Equality, said Wednesday that he considered the death a hate crime. “We are sickened that anyone in our society, such as the students allegedly responsible for making the surreptitious video, might consider destroying others’ lives as a sport,” he said in a statement.

    At the end of the inaugural event for the university’s “Project Civility” campaign on Wednesday, nearly 100 demonstrators gathered outside the student center, where the president spoke. They chanted, “Civility without safety — over our queer bodies!”

    It is unclear what Mr. Clementi’s sexual orientation was; classmates say he mostly kept to himself. Danielle Birnbohm, a freshman who lived across the hall from him in Davidson Hall, said that when a counselor asked how many students had known Mr. Clementi, only 3 students out of 50 raised their hands.

    But Mr. Clementi displayed a favorite quotation on his Facebook page, from the song “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again”: “What do you get when you kiss a guy? You get enough germs to catch pneumonia.”

    And his roommate’s Twitter message makes plain that Mr. Ravi believed that Mr. Clementi was gay.

    A later message from Mr. Ravi appeared to make reference to the second attempt to broadcast Mr. Clementi. “Anyone with iChat,” he wrote on Sept. 21, “I dare you to video chat me between the hours of 9:30 and 12. Yes, it’s happening again.”

    Ms. Birnbohm said Mr. Ravi had said the initial broadcast was an accident — that he viewed the encounter after dialing his own computer from another room in the dorm. It was not immediately known how or when Mr. Clementi learned what his roommate had done. But Ms. Birnbohm said the episode quickly became the subject of gossip in the dormitory.

    Mr. Clementi’s family issued a statement on Wednesday confirming the suicide and pledging cooperation with the criminal investigation. “Tyler was a fine young man, and a distinguished musician,” the statement read. “The family is heartbroken beyond words.”

    The Star-Ledger of Newark reported that Mr. Clementi posted a note on his Facebook page the day of his death: “Jumping off the gw bridge sorry.” Friends and strangers have turned the page into a memorial.

    Witnesses told the police they saw a man jump off the bridge just before 9 p.m. on Sept. 22, said Paul J. Browne, the New York Police Department’s chief spokesman. Officers discovered a wallet there with Mr. Clementi’s identification, Mr. Browne said.

    The police said Wednesday night that they had found the body of a young man in the Hudson north of the bridge and were trying to identify it.

    Officials at Ridgewood High School, where Mr. Clementi graduated in June, last week alerted parents of current students that his family had reported him missing and encouraged students to take advantage of counseling at the school.

    The timing of the news was almost uncanny, coinciding with the start of “Project Civility” at Rutgers, the state university of New Jersey. Long in the planning, the campaign will involve panel discussions, lectures, workshops and other events to raise awareness about the importance of respect, compassion and courtesy in everyday interactions.

    Events scheduled for this fall include a workshop for students and administrators on residential life on campus and a panel discussion titled “Uncivil Gadgets? Changing Technologies and Civil Behavior.”

    Rutgers officials would not say whether the two suspects had been suspended. But in a statement late Wednesday, the university’s president, Richard L. McCormick, said, “If the charges are true, these actions gravely violate the university’s standards of decency and humanity.” At the kickoff event for the civility campaign, Mr. McCormick made an oblique reference to the case, saying, “It is more clear than ever that we need strongly to reassert our call for civility and responsibility for each other.”

    Mr. Ravi was freed on $25,000 bail, and Ms. Wei was released on her own recognizance. The lawyer for Mr. Ravi, Steven D. Altman, declined to comment on the accusations. A phone message left at the offices of Ms. Wei’s lawyer was not returned.

    Some students on the Busch campus in Piscataway seemed dazed by the turn of events, remembering their last glimpse of Mr. Clementi. Thomas Jung, 19, shared a music stand with Mr. Clementi in the Rutgers Symphony Orchestra.

    On Wednesday afternoon, hours before Mr. Clementi’s death, the two rehearsed works by Berlioz and Beethoven. “He loved music,” Mr. Jung said. “He was very dedicated. I couldn’t tell if anything was wrong.”

    Reporting was contributed by Al Baker, Barbara Gray, Nate Schweber and Tim Stelloh.

    Correction: October 1, 2010

    Because of an editing error, an article on Wednesday about a Rutgers student who committed suicide after video showing him in an intimate encounter was streamed on the Internet misidentified, in some editions, the hometown of Molly Wei, a student who was charged with invasion of privacy in the case. She is from Princeton Junction, N.J., not Plainsboro.


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  • Jure Robic, Endurance Bicyclist, Dies at 45

    Race Across America

    Jure Robic at the finish line of the 2008 Race Across America. Robic once rode 518.7 miles in 24 hours, a world record.

    September 29, 2010

    Jure Robic, Endurance Bicyclist, Dies at 45

    Jure Robic, a long-distance bicyclist who won the grueling Race Across America five times and whose seemingly endless, sleep-eschewing stamina tested the limits of human endurance, died during a training ride on Friday when he collided with a car on a mountain road in Plavski Rovt, Slovenia, near his home in Jesenice. He was 45.

    Primoz Kalisnik, a Slovene journalist and a friend of Robic, said that the driver of the car, a 55-year-old local man who was not hurt, was not at fault, and that Robic, who was going downhill on a mountain bike, may have been traveling as fast as 50 miles per hour on a narrow, winding stretch of unpaved road where it was impossible to see around the next bend. He was training for next month’s Crocodile Trophy mountain bike race in Australia, Kalisnik said.

    Even in the circumscribed world of ultra-endurance athletes, Robic (his full name is pronounced YUR-eh ROH-bich) was known for his willingness, or his ability — or both — to push his body to extremes of fatigue. Compared by other riders to a machine and known to friends as Animal (a seeming contradiction that nonetheless made sense), he once rode 518.7 miles in 24 hours, a world record.

    One occasional feature of his training regimen, which included daily rides or other workouts stretching between 6 and 10 hours, was a 48-hour period without sleep: a 24-hour ride followed by a 12-hour break followed by a 12-hour workout. Play, a magazine about sports that appeared in The New York Times, reported in 2006 that Robic rode 28,000 miles — more than the circumference of the Earth — every year.

    His five victories in the Race Across America, an approximately 3,000-mile transcontinental ride that has been held annually since 1982, are unequaled. (The current course extends from Oceanside, Calif., to Annapolis, Md.)

    Unlike the Tour de France, the Race Across America is not a stage race; once it begins, there is no respite for riders until they give up or cross the finish line, so determining when and how long to sleep is the event’s primary strategic element. The winner generally sleeps less than two hours out of 24 and finishes in less than nine days (although Robic’s winning time this past June was a relatively lethargic 9 days 46 minutes).

    In 2005, Robic won the race and two weeks later won Le Tour Direct, a 2,500-mile European version with a course derived from Tour de France routes that included 140,000 feet of climbing — almost the equivalent of starting at sea level and ascending Mt. Everest five times. His time was 7 days 19 hours.

    Robic became accustomed to both the physical and mental stress that pushing himself to extremes brought on. In the later stages of long-distance races, feet swell as much as two sizes and thumb nerves go dull from the pressure of hands on handlebars. Robic told Daniel Coyle, the Play magazine reporter, that for weeks after the Race Across America, he had to use two hands to turn a key.

    “Don’t even ask about the derrière,” Mr. Coyle wrote. “When I did, Robic pantomimed placing a gun in his mouth and pulling the trigger.”

    The mental anguish may be worse. As each race went on, Robic’s temper grew shorter and occasionally exploded. He was prone to hallucinations. More than once he leapt off his bicycle to do battle with threatening attackers who turned out to be mailboxes. Once he imagined he was being pursued by men with black beards on horseback — mujahedeen, he explained to his support team, who encouraged him to ride faster and keep ahead of them.

    In 2003, the first time Robic entered the Race Across America, finishing second, Kalisnik volunteered to work on his team and was stunned by the changes the event wrought in Robic’s demeanor.

    “We were just a group of guys helping a friend,” Kalisnik said. “We discovered someone we were absolutely afraid of.”

    Robic knew this about himself.

    “In race, everything inside me comes out,” he said. “Good, bad, everything. My mind, it begins to do things on its own. I do not like it, but this is the way I must go to win the race.”

    Robic was born in Jesenice on April 10, 1965. From 1988 to 1994, he was a member of the Slovene national cycling team, and until recently he was a soldier in the Slovene army, a member of its athletic corps, which allowed him to train full time. (Among other methods employed during races to penetrate Robic’s numbing exhaustion and motivate him, his crew members, riding in a van behind him, sometimes blared Slovene military music through a loudspeaker.)

    Robic’s marriage ended in divorce; he is survived by a half brother and a son. A brother, Saso, a former professional skier, committed suicide earlier this year.

    “He was two personalities within one body,” said Kalisnik, who called his friend the most popular athlete in Slovenia. “One was very polite and nice when he was not on the bike. During races, he was absolutely the most unpleasant person you could imagine.”

    Dan Bilefsky contributed reporting from Prague.

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  • Arthur Penn, Director of ‘Bonnie and Clyde,’ Dies

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    Arthur Penn, left, with the actors Warren Beatty and Alexandra Stewart, during rehearsals for the film “Mickey One” in 1964. More Photos »

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    The actress Faye Dunaway and Arthur Penn on the set of his groundbreaking film, “Bonnie and Clyde.”

    Looking Back at Arthur Penn

     

    September 29, 2010

    Arthur Penn, Director of ‘Bonnie and Clyde,’ Dies

    Arthur Penn, the stage, television and motion picture director whose revolutionary treatment of sex and violence in the 1967 film “Bonnie and Clyde” transformed the American film industry, died on Tuesday night at his home in Manhattan, the day after he turned 88.

    The cause was congestive heart failure, his son, Matthew, said.

    A pioneering director of live television drama in the 1950s and a Broadway powerhouse in the 1960s, Mr. Penn developed an intimate, spontaneous and physically oriented method of directing actors that allowed their work to register across a range of mediums.

    In 1957 he directed William Gibson’s television play “The Miracle Worker” for the CBS series “Playhouse 90” and earned Emmy nominations for himself, his writer and his star, Teresa Wright. In 1959 he restaged “The Miracle Worker” for Broadway and won Tony Awards for himself, his writer and his star, Anne Bancroft. And in 1962 he directed the film version of the Gibson text, capturing the best actress Oscar for Bancroft, the best supporting actress Oscar for her co-star, Patty Duke, and nominations for writing and directing.

    Mr. Penn’s direction may have also changed American history. He advised Senator John F. Kennedy during his watershed television debates with Richard M. Nixon in 1960 (and directed the broadcast of the third debate). Mr. Penn’s instructions to Kennedy — to look directly into the camera and keep his responses brief and pithy — helped give Kennedy an aura of confidence and calm that created a vivid contrast to Nixon, his more experienced but less telegenic Republican rival.

    But it was as a film director that Mr. Penn left his mark on American culture, most indelibly with “Bonnie and Clyde.”

    “Arthur Penn brought the sensibility of ’60s European art films to American movies,” the writer-director Paul Schrader said. “He paved the way for the new generation of American directors who came out of film schools.”

    Many of the now-classic films of what was branded the New American Cinema of the 1970s — among them Martin Scorsese’s “Taxi Driver” and Francis Ford Coppola’s “Godfather” — would have been unthinkable without “Bonnie and Clyde” to lead the way.

    Loosely based on the story of two minor gangsters of the 1930s, Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, “Bonnie and Clyde” was conceived by its two novice screenwriters, Robert Benton and David Newman, as an homage to the rebellious sensibility and disruptive style of French New Wave films like François Truffaut’s “Shoot the Piano Player” and Jean-Luc Godard’s “Breathless.”

    In Mr. Penn’s hands, it became something even more dangerous and innovative: a sympathetic portrait of two barely articulate criminals, played by Warren Beatty and a newcomer, Faye Dunaway, that disconcertingly mixed sex, violence and hayseed comedy, set to a bouncy bluegrass score by Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs.

    Not only was the film sexually explicit in ways unseen in Hollywood since the imposition of the Production Code in 1934 — when Bonnie stroked Clyde’s gun, the symbolism was unmistakable — it was violent in ways that had never been seen before. Audiences gasped when a comic bank robbery climaxed with Clyde’s shooting a bank teller in the face, and were stunned when this attractive outlaw couple died in a torrent of bullets, their bodies twitching in slow motion as their clothes turned red with blood.

    Reporting on the film’s premiere on the opening night of the International Film Festival of Montreal in 1967, Bosley Crowther, the chief film critic for The New York Times, was appalled, describing “Bonnie and Clyde” as “callous and callow” and a “slap-happy color film charade.” Worse, the public seemed to love it.

    “Just to show how delirious these festival audiences can be,” Mr. Crowther wrote, “it was wildly received with gales of laughter and given a terminal burst of applause.”

    Similar reactions by other major critics followed when the film opened in the United States a few weeks later. The film, promoted by Warner Brothers with a memorable tag line — “They’re young. They’re in love. And they kill people.” — floundered at first but soon found an enthusiastic audience among younger filmgoers and won the support of a new generation of critics. “A milestone in the history of American movies,” wrote Roger Ebert in The Chicago Sun-Times. Pauline Kael, writing in The New Yorker, described it as an “excitingly American movie.”

    “Bonnie and Clyde” received 10 Oscar nominations but won only two (for Burnett Guffey’s cinematography and Estelle Parson’s supporting performance). That outcome reflected the Hollywood establishment’s ambivalence over a film that seemed to point the way out of the creative paralysis that had set in after the end of the studio system while betraying the values — good taste and moral clarity — that the studios held most dear.

    But the breach had been opened: “Bonnie and Clyde” was followed by “Easy Rider,” “The Wild Bunch” and a host of other youth-oriented, taboo-breaking films that made mountains of money for Hollywood.

    Mr. Penn was perceived as a major film artist on the European model, opening the way for a group of star directors — including Robert Altman, Terrence Malick, Bob Rafelson and Hal Ashby — who were able to work with comparative artistic freedom through the next decade. The “film generation” had arrived.

    Arthur Penn was born on Sept. 27, 1922, in Philadelphia. His father, a watchmaker, and his mother, a nurse, divorced when he was 3, and Arthur and his older brother, Irving (who would achieve fame as a photographer), went to live with their mother in New York and New Jersey, changing homes and schools frequently as she struggled to make a living.

    Mr. Penn traced his affinity for alienated heroes and heroines to a traumatic childhood. Truffaut’s “400 Blows,” he once said, “was so much like my own childhood it really stunned me.”

    Arthur returned to Philadelphia to live with his father when he was 14 and became interested in theater in high school. He joined the Army in 1943 and, while stationed at Fort Jackson in South Carolina, organized a theater troupe with his fellow soldiers; later, while stationed in Paris, he performed with the Soldiers Show Company.

    After the war he took advantage of the G.I. Bill to attend the unconventional Black Mountain College in North Carolina, where his classmates included John Cage, Merce Cunningham and Buckminster Fuller. He went on to study at the Universities of Perugia and Florence in Italy, returning to the United States in 1948. Intrigued by the new, psychologically realistic school of acting that had grown out of the teachings of Konstantin Stanislavski — broadly known as the Method — he studied with the Actors Studio in New York and with Stanislavski’s rebellious disciple, Michael Chekhov, in Los Angeles.

    TV as Dramatic Springboard

    Back in New York, Mr. Penn landed a job as a floor manager at NBC’s newly opened television studios. In 1953 an old Army buddy, Fred Coe, gave him a job as a director on “The Gulf Playhouse,” also known as “First Person,” an experimental dramatic series in which the actors addressed the camera directly. The series, broadcast live, introduced Mr. Penn to writers who would make their names in the television drama of the 1950s, among them Robert Alan Aurthur, Paddy Chayefsky and Horton Foote.

    As Mr. Coe moved on to the expanded formats of “The Philco-Goodyear Television Playhouse” and “Playhouse 90,” he took Mr. Penn with him. His “Playhouse 90” production of Mr. Gibson’s “Miracle Worker,” starring Patricia McCormack as Helen Keller and Ms. Wright as the blind girl’s determined teacher, Annie Sullivan, was shown on Feb. 7, 1957, and earned glowing reviews for Mr. Gibson and Mr. Penn.

    Their television success allowed Mr. Penn and Mr. Gibson to return to the original arena of their ambitions, Broadway. With Mr. Coe producing, they mounted Mr. Gibson’s play “Two for the Seesaw,” about a Midwestern businessman (Henry Fonda) contemplating an adventure with a New York bohemian (Bancroft). Opening in January 1958, it was an immediate success.

    Sensing themselves on a roll, Mr. Penn and Mr. Coe decided to tackle Hollywood. With Mr. Coe producing, Mr. Penn directed his first film, “The Left Handed Gun” (1958), for Warner Brothers. Based on a Gore Vidal television play, the project was an extension of the “Playhouse 90” aesthetic: a low-budget, black-and-white western about a troubled, inarticulate young man (Paul Newman, in a performance stamped with Actors Studio technique) who happened to be Billy the Kid.

    As the critic Robin Wood wrote in a 1969 book about Mr. Penn, “The Left Handed Gun” provides “a remarkably complete thematic exposition of Penn’s work.” Here already is the theme of the immature, unstable outsider who resorts to violence when rejected by an uncaring establishment — a configuration that Mr. Penn would return to again and again in his mature work.

    The film earned mediocre reviews, however, and quickly sank from view. But Mr. Penn had a backup plan. Returning to New York, he mounted “The Miracle Worker” for Broadway with Bancroft as Annie Sullivan and Ms. Duke as Helen Keller. Mr. Penn’s highly physical approach made the show a sensation, and the production ran for 719 performances.

    During that run Mr. Penn found time to stage three more hits: Lillian Hellman’s “Toys in the Attic”; “An Evening With Mike Nichols and Elaine May,” the Broadway debut for that comedy team; and “All the Way Home,” an adaptation of James Agee’s novel “A Death in the Family.”

    When Hollywood beckoned again, Mr. Penn returned in strength in 1962 to direct the film version of “The Miracle Worker,” which became a popular and critical success.

    But he was dismissed from his next project, “The Train,” after a few days of filming by its temperamental star, Burt Lancaster. Mr. Penn’s subsequent film, “Mickey One” (1965), an absurdist drama about a nightclub comedian (Mr. Beatty) on the run from mobsters, wore its European art-film ambitions on its sleeve and baffled most American critics, though it was admired by the iconoclastic young critics of Cahiers du Cinéma, the French magazine that championed the New Wave.

    Mr. Penn had another frustrating experience with “The Chase” (1966), a multi-character, morally complex drama set in a Texas town where the sheriff (Marlon Brando) is on the lookout for a local boy (Robert Redford) who has escaped from prison. Adapted by Hellman from a Foote play, the drama was taken away from Mr. Penn and re-edited by its producer, Sam Spiegel. But even in its mutilated form, “The Chase” remains one of Mr. Penn’s most personal and feverishly creative works.

    An embittered Mr. Penn returned to Broadway, where he staged the thriller “Wait Until Dark” with Lee Remick and Robert Duvall. But he eventually returned to Hollywood, summoned by Mr. Beatty to take over the direction of a project originally offered to Truffaut.

    “Frankly, I wasn’t all that certain I wanted to make another film,” Mr. Penn wrote in an essay for Lester D. Friedman’s 2000 anthology, “Arthur Penn’s ‘Bonnie and Clyde.’ ” “And if I were to do another film, I felt it should be a story with a broader social theme than a flick about two ‘30s bank robbers whose pictures I remembered as a couple of self-publicizing hoods holding guns, plastered across the front page of The Daily News.”

    But Mr. Beatty, who had an option on the property, persuaded Mr. Penn to join the project with promises of autonomy and the rare privilege of having the final cut.

    Working with the screenwriters, Mr. Penn eliminated a sexual triangle among Bonnie, Clyde and their disciple C. W. Moss, a composite character, that he felt was too sophisticated for the characters — “farmers or children of farmers, bumpkins most of them,” Mr. Penn wrote.

    “We talked and moved in the direction of a simpler tale,” he added, “one of narcissism, of bravura, and, at least from Clyde’s point of view, of sexual timidity.” They had also settled on a tone.

    “It was to start as a jaunty little spree in crime, then suddenly turn serious, and finally arrive at a point that was irreversible,” Mr. Penn wrote.

    Making Small, Personal Films

    After the success of “Bonnie and Clyde,” Mr. Penn had his choice of Hollywood projects. But he decided to make a small, personal film, very much in the spirit of the American independent cinema that would emerge in the 1980s.

    “Alice’s Restaurant” (1969) revisited many of the social-outsider themes of “Bonnie and Clyde” but in a low-key, gently skeptical, nonviolent manner. Starring Arlo Guthrie and based on his best-selling narrative album about a hippie commune’s brush with the law, the film stands as one of Mr. Penn’s most engaging works, a warm and deeply felt miniature.

    By contrast, he seemed to lose his way among the epic ambitions of “Little Big Man” (1970), a sprawling, ironic, anti-western that tried to explain American imperialism through the abstract figure of Jack Crabb (Dustin Hoffman), the sole (though fictional) non-American Indian survivor of the Battle of the Little Bighorn, as he bumbled through a glumly revisionist version of the Old West. After that film’s disappointing reception, Mr. Penn mostly laid low before returning in 1975 with the modest thriller “Night Moves.” Starring Gene Hackman as a Hollywood private detective who loses himself on a case in the Florida Keys, the film made explicit the existential despair that had long permeated American film noir, ending on a daring note of irresolution.

    But audiences were losing patience with daring notes, flocking instead to the popcorn pleasures of Steven Spielberg’s “Jaws,” summer’s runaway hit in 1975. Suddenly Mr. Penn’s kind of artistically ambitious, personal filmmaking was out of style. He returned to Broadway, where he staged a pair of successes, Larry Gelbart’s “Sly Fox” and Mr. Gibson’s “Golda.”

    Mr. Penn’s subsequent film career was one of violent ups and downs. A reunion with Brando for “The Missouri Breaks” (1976) yielded a surreal western with moments of brilliance but a meandering tone. With “Four Friends” (1981), Mr. Penn returned to the subjects of youthful uncertainty and social upheaval.

    He seemed less committed to “Target” (1985), a paranoid political thriller with Mr. Hackman and Matt Dillon that uneasily matched a father-son conflict with conventional suspense, and “Dead of Winter” (1987), a partial remake of Joseph H. Lewis’s 1945 gothic thriller “My Name Is Julia Ross.” “I just like to flex my muscles every once in a while and do something relatively mindless,” Mr. Penn told Mr. Schickel.

    It came as a pleasant surprise, then, when Mr. Penn uncorked the 1989 independent production “Penn & Teller Get Killed,” a black comedy in which those two magicians are pursued by a serial killer. Full of wild jokes, bizarre reversals and extravagant gore, this tiny film bristles with a youthful spirit of experimentation.

    A dutiful drama of South African apartheid produced by Showtime, “Inside” (1996), would be Mr. Penn’s last theatrically released film.

    Returning to TV

    In his last years Mr. Penn returned to television, serving as an executive producer on several episodes of “Law & Order,” a series on which his son, Matthew, worked as a director, and directing an episode of “100 Centre Street.” One of his final works for the theater was the 2002 Broadway production “Fortune’s Fool,” an adaptation of Ivan Turgenev’s 1848 play. True to Mr. Penn’s form, it won Tony Awards for its stars, Alan Bates and Frank Langella.

    Mr. Penn met his wife of 54 years, the actress Peggy Maurer, when he auditioned her for a television drama in the 1950s. She survives him. Besides his son, Matthew, Mr. Penn is also survived by a daughter, Molly Penn, and four grandsons. Mr. Penn’s brother, Irving Penn, died in 2009.

    Throughout his career, Mr. Penn never lost his flair for the spontaneous, his remarkable ability to capture an emotional moment in all its pulsing ambiguity and messy vitality.

    “I don’t storyboard,” Mr. Penn explained to an audience at the American Film Institute in 1970s, referring to the practice of sketching out every shot in a film before production begins. “I guess it dates back to my days in live television, where there was no possibility of storyboarding and everything was shot right on the spot — on the air, as we say — at the moment we were transmitting. I prefer to be open to what the actors do, how they interact to the given situation. So many surprising things happen on the set, and I have the feeling that storyboarding might tend to close your mind to the accidental.”

    Liz Robbins contributed reporting.

    This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

    Correction: September 29, 2010

    An earlier version misstated one of the stars of the film “Target.” It was Matt Dillon, not Matt Damon. That version also had the wrong given name for the writer of “The Miracle Worker.”  He is William, not Walter, Gibson.


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