From
the directorial eye of Lewis Milestone (All Quiet on the Western Front)
and a script by playwright Clifford Odets (plays Waiting for Lefty and Awake
and Sing!) came the odd and mysterious adventure-spy picture, The
General Died at Dawn. Released in 1936 by Paramount Pictures, the movie
seems out of place for the time. Hollywood output in the thirties, for the most
part, was all about entertainment and lifting an audience out of the doldrums
of the Great Depression. There were some serious dramas from Tinsel Town, to be
sure, but General is decidedly dark, moody, and rather cynical fare.
This
was Odets’ first screenplay (from a story by Charles G. Booth). He would go on
to write None but the Lonely Heart (1944) and Sweet Smell of Success (1957),
which are also rather gloomy and acerbic pictures. Combined with Milestone’s
own flare for peeling back the light and revealing what is, in protagonist O’Hara’s
words, “a dark year and a hard night,†The General Died at Dawn is not feel-good
material.
O’Hara
(Gary Cooper) is an American mercenary in war-ravaged China. The evil warlord,
General Yang (Akim Tamiroff) is overrunning the land and leaving behind
starving (or dead) peasants. O’Hara works for the opposition, and his
assignment is to deliver a beltful of money to Mr. Wu (Dudley Digges) so that
the resistance can buy arms with which to fight Yang’s forces. Another American
expat, Peter Perrie (Porter Hall), is ill and desires to get back to America at
any cost. He’s in cahoots with Yang to stop the resistance from receiving those
funds—for a price. Perrie thus orders his beautiful daughter, Judy (Madeleine
Carroll) to seduce O’Hara and get him to take the train to Shanghai instead of
a plane. It is there that Yang and his soldiers have set a trap for O’Hara. Other
spies, both Chinese and Westerners played by the likes of Philip Ahn, J. M.
Kerrigan, and William Frawley (!), enter the fray with motivations of their
own.
What
happens to the money and to the cast of motley characters provides a little
over ninety minutes of action, adventure, and melodrama that doesn’t totally
gel as one might wish. The plot is overly complex, and it isn’t often clear why
some of the personnel do what they do. Granted, the movie was made in 1936 and
the action takes place mostly within the interiors of train cars. There is
certainly an awful lot of talking going on when at any point General Yang could
have simply pulled out a gun and shot his nemesis or just torn open all the
luggage to find the dough.
That
said, this is Hollywood “exotica†in all its politically incorrect glory. Two
actors—Armenian Tamiroff and Irishman Digges—wear Chinese makeup to play Yang
and Wu (and Tamiroff received an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor,
the first year that category was offered). And yet, all the other Chinese
characters are played by Asian actors. One supposes that because Yang and Wu
were indeed supporting roles, then they had to be played by Westerners.
(Sheesh.) But this was Hollywood in the 1930s, after all, and it was par for
the course. For what it’s worth, Tamiroff is very good in the role.
Gary
Cooper spends most of the movie carrying his pet monkey, Sam, who crawls all
over Cooper as if the man was the primate’s long lost mother. It’s endearing,
though, and Sam almost steals the movie. Nevertheless, Cooper exhibits the
requisite hero qualities. He assuredly caused swooning among a certain
selection of audience members. Carroll, who had recently made the move from the
UK to Hollywood, holds her own, but the script unfortunately doesn’t fully
develop her character.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray restoration looks remarkably good, given the picture’s age
and the Oscar-nominated soft focus black and white photography (by Victor
Milner). There is an audio commentary by author/film historian Lee Gambin and
actress/film historian Rutanya Alda that sheds some light on this dark picture.
The only supplement is the theatrical trailer, nestled among other trailers
from Kino.
The
General Died at Dawn is
for fans of 1930s Hollywood, adventure and spy thrillers, and the ever handsome
Gary Cooper.
James
Jones is mostly known for his debut novel, From Here to Eternity. His
second novel, published in 1958, was Some Came Running, a 1,200-page
potboiler that blows the lid off small town America. It was a more adult Peyton
Place, if that was possible for the time. Colorful, sometimes sordid,
characters populate the book, and it didn’t do as well as that classic first publication.
Nevertheless, MGM immediately scooped it up and managed to turn it into a
motion picture by the end of the same year.
Frank
Sinatra found the material appealing, and he saw himself as the story’s lead,
Dave Hirsh, a prodigal son of sorts from fictional Parkman, Indiana. Discharged
from the army, Hirsh arrives in town with a hangover and a party girl he picked
up in Chicago, Ginny Moorehead (Shirley MacLaine). His brother, Frank (Arthur
Kennedy) is a big shot in Parkman. Frank owns a jewelry business and is on the
board of one of the two rival banks. Dave and Frank have been estranged for
years, especially since Frank put younger Dave in a boarding school when their
parents died, instead of having Dave come live with him and his wife, Agnes
(Leora Dana). Dave once fancied himself a writer and had published two books.
While deep down he hopes to write again, his cynicism for just about everything
keeps him from doing so. Dave meets Bama Dillert (Dean Martin) in the town bar,
and they hit it off. Bama is an alcoholic, but he’s an amusing companion who,
like Dave, likes to play poker games. Dave eventually meets and falls in love
with the creative writing teacher at the school, Gwen French (Martha Hyer)—but
Ginny, who has stayed in town to be near Dave, is a constant obstacle to that
match. Other disreputable goings-on complicate the plot, such as Frank’s
daughter (and Dave’s niece), Dawn (Betty Lou Keim), catching her father parked
in the “lover’s lane†with the jewelry shop secretary, Edith (Nancy Gates).
Will Dave find the love he wants and needs? Will the gangster from Chicago, who
is in town to cause trouble for Ginny and Dave, resort to serious violence?
Will Bama ever take off his hat, which he insists on wearing all the time, even
in bed? You’ll have to see the film to find out.
That
plot summary might sound like the outline of a soap opera, but never mind that—Some
Came Running is a fascinating, searing, well-acted, and beautifully-directed
drama. The director, Vincente Minnelli, was on a roll in 1958—he won the
Academy Award for Director for Gigi (it won Best Picture, too), also
directed The Reluctant Debutante, and ended the year with Some Came
Running. For this reviewer’s money, Minnelli got the Oscar for the wrong
film. Yes, Running is that
good.
For
one thing, Frank Sinatra has never been better, his Oscar-winning turn in From
Here to Eternity notwithstanding. It’s shocking that, after receiving a
nomination for his performance as a drug addict in The Man with the Golden
Arm (1955), he was not up for Best Actor for Running. He commands
every frame of film he’s in. Secondly, Dean Martin is terrific in one of his
early “Dean Martin Persona†roles he fashioned for himself after the cinematic
partnership with Jerry Lewis splintered. Finally, Shirley MacLaine is a delight
as the not-so-bright, trampy, but good-natured Ginny—and she received her first
Best Actress Oscar nomination for the performance. Kennedy and Hyer also both respectively
received Supporting Actor and Actress Oscar nominations.
The
movie is an insightful character study of lost souls reaching for a place
called “happiness†by pretending that they’re already there. In many ways, the
small town is a character, too, for it has the façade of Americana at its
finest, and yet there are those pockets that exist in every town of skid row
neighborhoods, seedy bars, loose women, and crime. It’s in the latter locations
where Dave finds himself, no matter how much he aspires to be in the
“respectable†parts of town life. Nevertheless, he knows, and the audience
eventually learns, that there is one class of people in town who may be
prosperous but are really phonies, and a lower class that is sleazy and yet
sincere. What you see is what you get.
Some
may find the dialogue and attitudes toward women—especially from Martin’s
character, who calls all women “pigsâ€â€”to be sexist and even misogynistic. This,
however, is part of the James Jones milieu, as well as a major aspect of the locale,
the class structure, and the era in which the picture takes place. What the
movie really has to say about women is far more significant and auspicious.
Warner
Archive’s new Blu-ray release looks gorgeous in its vivid widescreen Technicolor.
There’s not a blemish in sight. Supplements include an informative 20-minute
documentary on the film’s history and making, and the theatrical trailer.
Some
Came Running
is an underrated, overlooked gem that should be re-evaluated. For fans of Sinatra,
MacLaine, Martin, Minnelli, and James Jones. Highly recommended.
The
genius of Stephen Sondheim is usually reserved for the Broadway stage as the
creator or co-creator of multiple award-winning and classic musicals (West
Side Story, Gypsy, Company, Sweeney Todd, Sunday in
the Park with George, etc.). The presence of Anthony Perkins is usually earmarked
for screen and stage appearances as an actor (Psycho, Catch-22, Murder
on the Orient Express, etc.). So, who would have thought that these two
would team up to write a murder mystery screenplay—with no musical numbers
within earshot—that would be filmed by director Herbert Ross, and then win an
Edgar Allan Poe Award from Mystery Writers of America for the script?
The
Last of Sheila,
released in early summer 1973, seems to be a precursor to the series of Agatha
Christie all-star-cast pictures that launched in the mid-70s (e.g., Murder
on the Orient Express). It’s an original story, though, concocted by
Sondheim and Perkins, allegedly inspired by real “scavenger hunt†party games
that were thrown by their friends in those days. Starring (alphabetically)
Richard Benjamin, Dyan Cannon, James Coburn, Joan Hackett, James Mason, Ian
McShane, and Raquel Welch, the cast of seven is not as large as those Christie
extravaganzas, but you get the idea. In a way, it is also an antecedent to the
whodunnit, Knives Out (2019), which has a similar structure.
Movie
producer Clinton (Coburn) is married to Sheila (Yvonne Romain in a cameo), who is
killed by a hit-and-run driver after a late night party in Hollywood. A year
later, Clinton invites six close friends to a week of sailing on his yacht in
the Mediterranean. These include writer Tom (Benjamin), his wife Lee (Hackett),
director Philip (Mason), casting agent Christine (Cannon), actress Alice
(Welch), and her husband/manager Anthony (McShane). Clinton is a lover of
parlor games, and he has concocted an elaborate murder-mystery-game in which
the six contestants must compete as a condition for joining the cruise. Each
player is given a card that reveals a “secret†that may or may not be a true
one. For example, one card reads, “You are a shoplifter,†or “You are an
ex-convict.†Each night at a port of call, the contestants must run around the
village ashore and hunt for the answer to who holds that night’s particular
card. Clinton provides the clues. On the first night, the object is to find out
who holds the “shoplifter†card, and so on. It is revealed later in the picture
that one of the cards reads, “You are a hit-and-run driver,†indicating that
Clinton wants to reveal who killed Sheila.
Thus
begins a game of musical chairs, as Christine puts it, with the tale twisting
and turning and real secrets emerge. Director Ross—and the script—keeps us
guessing, especially when one “solution†turns out not to be correct. The
entire affair is told with a light touch, much like the future Agatha Christie
all-star vehicles, but there is a seriousness underlying the proceedings that
makes for a good caper.
The
cast is excellent. Coburn is especially winning—there is one bit where is
dressed in drag and it’s a shock! Benjamin, Hackett, Cannon, and Mason also
display a command of the screen. A very young Ian McShane is almost
unrecognizable from the man we know today. Welch is gorgeous, as always, and
she competently stands her own with the others.
The
new Warner Archive Blu-ray looks marvelous and comes with a DTS-HD Master Audio
soundtrack in 2.0 mono. An entertaining but somewhat meandering audio
commentary by stars Benjamin, Cannon, and Welch accompanies the feature. The
only supplement is the theatrical trailer.
The
Last of Sheila was
supposed to have been the first of several screenplay collaborations between
Sondheim and Perkins, but this ended up being the only one. It’s a surprisingly
good curio, though, and worth checking out, especially for fans of any of the
cast members, mystery whodunnits, and the lush South of France locations.
Anything
that originated from the mind of celebrated mystery novelist, Cornell Woolrich,
is worth one’s perusal, and the 1948 film adaptation of the author’s 1945 work,
Night Has a Thousand Eyes, mostly measures up.
Directed
with confidence and style by John Farrow, Night is a film noir that
ticks a lot of boxes that define that Hollywood cinematic movement of the late
1940s and early 50s. There’s a cynical and disturbed protagonist who is haunted
by the past, cinematography (by John F. Seitz) that highly contrasts light and
shadows, voiceover narration, flashbacks, and, of course, crimes. It’s short (81
minutes) and it’s intriguing. The picture’s faults might be that it can be
overly melodramatic at times, and there are a couple of weak casting choices
that prevent Night from being a classic. It’s good enough, though.
Robinson
is effective as Triton, although it’s one of his seriously sincere roles (like
in Scarlet Street)in which he wrinkles his brow a lot and seems
to be on the verge of crying. Unfortunately, the two supporting actors, Gail
Russell and John Lund, are both duds. They move through the picture with low
energy, and Lund is especially wooden. Luckily, William Demarest livens things
up when he enters the movie.
The
story is compelling, although it’s not quite clear why Jean wants to commit
suicide at the beginning of the film, the catalyst for the rest of the tale to
unfold.
Kino
Lorber’s new 2K master looks quite good, considering the picture’s relative
obscurity. It comes with an audio commentary by film historian Imogen Sara
Smith. The theatrical trailer, along with other Kino trailers, complete the
package.
Night
Has a Thousand Eyes is
for fans of film noir, Edward G. Robinson, Cornell Woolrich, and
mysteries with a supernatural bent.
This
compelling 1949 melodrama—it can’t quite be called film noir due to a
lack of many of the traits associated with that cinematic movement—would have a
field day in the era of #MeToo. It was made during 1948 (released in January
’49) while the Production Code was still in effect. While it was taboo to say
that the protagonist, Dr. Wilma Tuttle (Loretta Young), is “sexually assaultedâ€
by one of her students at the college where she teaches psychology (it’s
obvious that this is what occurs in front of our eyes on the screen), it’s
perfectly fine for the investigating homicide detective, Lt. Dorgan (Wendell
Corey), to make harassing sexual innuendos and sexist remarks about the woman
he suspects of murder, not only to her face but to all the other men in the
room while she’s present. But it was 1948, not that this is an excuse.
That
said, The Accused, directed by William Dietele and produced by the
inimitable Hal B. Wallis for Paramount Pictures, is fairly riveting,
well-acted, and superbly written (by Ketti Frings, based on the novel Be
Still, My Love by June Truesdell). Note that both the novel and the
screenplay are written by women, making The Accused somewhat a rare
feminist statement for the time.
Wilma
(Young) is harassed by student Bill Perry (Douglas Dick), a handsome but
arrogant womanizer who has perhaps already gotten a fellow student (Suzanne
Dalbert) “in trouble.†In the interest of counseling Perry, Wilma agrees to be
given a ride home. Instead, Perry takes her to a secluded cliff in Malibu
overlooking the ocean, where he proceeds to enact an attempted rape. Wilma
clobbers him on the head, killing the young man. Obviously, she was defending
herself. She panics, though, and decides to stage the death by making it appear
that Perry jumped and committed suicide. Later, Perry’s “guardian†and
attorney, Warren Ford (Robert Cummings), appears to settle Perry’s affairs and
becomes embroiled in the police investigation. Ford meets Wilma and falls in
love—and she with him, too. However, Wilma is besieged by guilt and flashbacks
of the “crime,†sometimes inexplicably speaking hints of what she’d done as if
she were talking in her sleep. Lt. Dorgan (Corey) suspects her, but he also
wants to date her, and there is a bit of rivalry with Ford for her hand. As the
story progresses, evidence is uncovered that points to Wilma as Perry’s killer…
will she be arrested? And if so, can she convince a jury that she had acted in
self-defense?
Loretta
Young had just enjoyed great success as the lead in The Farmer’s Daughter (1947).
She was cast in The Accused, replacing Hal Wallis’ intended casting
choice, Barbara Stanwyck (she refused the part). Then, Young won the
Oscar for The Farmer’s Daughter, elevating her stock even higher. Would
she have taken such a potboiler role in The Accused had she known she
would soon be an Oscar-winning actress? Who knows… That said, Young is quite
good in The Accused, although her character seems to wilt in fear and
uncertainty way too often.
Robert
Cummings is fine, but Wendell Corey is a bit too slimy and predatory for
believability. Maybe in 1949 it was realistic for a cop to come on to his
suspect, but now it just feels creepy. Douglas Dick is frightening as the
sociopathic student, and Sam Jaffe is always fun to watch (here he is the
police forensics guy).
The
ending is surprisingly ambiguous as to whether Wilma walks away free from her
trial. No spoilers here, but Lt. Dorgan has a final line that points to how
this is going to go. A message to women everywhere regarding assault and
self-defense? Perhaps. Very bold for 1949.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray looks satisfactory in its restoration. It comes with an
audio commentary by film historian Eddy Von Mueller. The only supplement is the
theatrical trailer, along with other Kino trailers.
The
Accused is
for fans of Loretta Young, melodramatic crime pictures, and Hollywood in the
late 1940s.
Crime
stories about twins are usually compelling, despite the sameness (no pun
intended) about them. Among the Living, a 1941 potboiler from Paramount, is a short (only 69 minutes!) thriller that, with a few cuts, might
have been an episode of an Alfred Hitchcock Presents or similar
anthology television program. It moves quickly, holds interest, and contains a
reasonably dynamic performance from Albert Dekker as twins—one of them
“normal,†and the other insane.
Dekker
had an admirable career in Hollywood for three decades, usually working in
supporting roles. He is perhaps best known as the titular character in Dr.
Cyclops (1940). Landing a dual starring part in Among the Living was
likely a result of his appearance in Cyclops.
The
old Raden home is supposedly haunted, barely looked after by the elderly Black
caretaker, Pompey (Ernest Whitman). Old man Raden, who owned the town textile
factory, a hotel, and other businesses, has died. He was not a popular man. His
son, John (Dekker), arrives for the funeral with his wife Elaine (Frances
Farmer). Family friend Dr. Saunders (Harry Carey) delivers a bombshell to John.
John’s twin brother, Paul, who allegedly died and was buried at the age of ten,
is still alive. Paul (also Dekker), has been kept a prisoner in a room in the
old house, looked after by Saunders and Pompey. Paul is stark, raving mad—but
he is also naïve about the world outside. Paul murders Pompey, escapes, and
runs loose in town, where he rents a room at a boarding house. There, he meets
Millie (Susan Hayward). At first there might be the beginning of a romance, but
Paul’s ignorance about the ways of society are eventual red flags to Millie.
When Paul murders a bar girl because she screamed “like his mother did,†the
manhunt is on. And since innocent John looks exactly like Paul, you know
who gets accused of being the murderer…
Among
the Living isn’t
going to win any awards, but it’s a quick and entertaining flick with some
twists, albeit predictable ones. Dekker is fine in both roles, and his Paul is
effectively played as a child inside a killer’s mind. Hayward, still in her
early rise to stardom in those days, is gorgeous and bubbly as the daughter of
the boarding house landlady. The movie sparkles when she’s on the screen.
It’s
not quite a film noir, but the photography by Theodor Sparkuhl, and the
look of the picture, infuses enough German Expressionism in it to hint toward
what was to come in Hollywood crime pictures. In a way, it owes much more to
its studio’s horror series.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray release looks remarkably good, given the picture’s age and
obscurity. It comes with an audio commentary by professor and film historian
Jason A. Ney. The only supplements are the theatrical trailer and others from
Kino releases.
Among
the Living is
for fans of early Hollywood crime flicks… and Susan Hayward.
A
blind masseur, Zatoichi would wander from village to village in Feudal Japan
hoping for employment to maintain his meagre existence. Hidden within his cane
was a sword which he would frequently be required to use against an assortment
of yakuza, villains, assassins and ronin. Zatoichi was a legendary blind
swordsman whose adventures were charted across an initial run of twenty-six
feature films and a hundred television episodes all starring Shintaro Katsu
between 1962 and 1979, with a return to the character one last time for the
film Zatoichi in 1989. Katsu was
something of a legend in Japan, and he came from a showbusiness family: his
elder brother was TomisaburÅ Wakayama, star of the Lone Wolf and Cub series. This in-depth new book from academic
Jonathan Wroot takes in not only Katsu’s incredible run, but also looks at
other Zatoichi films such as the 2003 reboot directed by and starring Takeshi
Kitano. Known primarily as a comedian and TV presenter in his native Japan
(remember Takeshi’s Castle?),
Kitano’s ZatÅichi won dozens of
awards including the Silver Lion at the Venice Film Festival. Another Zatoichi
film was made as recently as 2010, suggesting that this is a character, so
ingrained in Japanese culture, that we have not seen the last of just yet.
Wroot
charts the influence of Zatoichi across other countries as well, with Taiwanese
and Indonesian cinema both producing variations of the blind swordsman back in
the 1970s, whilst Zatoichi himself occasionally crossed over into other
cultures (Zatoichi Meets the One-Armed
Swordsman in 1971 saw him cross paths with one of Hong Kong cinema’s most
popular disabled fighters, played by Jimmy Wang-Yu). In American cinema, Rutger
Hauer played a variation of the character as a blinded Vietnam vet in 1989’s Blind Fury, a remake of 1967’s Zatoichi Challenged, and in the Star Wars film Rogue One (2016), Hong Kong actor Donnie Yen played a blind warrior
skilled with a staff, which, as Wroot points out, is a further connection
between the Star Wars universe and
Japanese cinema (Akira Kurosawa’s The Hidden Fortress (1958) is often cited as
a key influence). In terms of pop culture, perhaps most significantly, there is
Marvel’s Daredevil, given the Netflix
treatment across three series (2015-2018, plus The Defenders series in 2017), in which a blind lawyer with second
sight fights the criminal underworld using his training in martial arts from
the Samurai-style warrior known as Stick, who was also blind.
Jonathan
Wroot’s has packed The Paths of Zatoichi
with information and analysis of this significant long-running character who goes
across such a huge area of Japanese film history, and the book also has much to
say about franchises, remakes and adaptations within global popular culture.
Highly recommended.