The
late Ingmar Bergman lived and worked on the Swedish island of Fårö, where he filmed many of his stark masterpieces such as Persona,
Shame, and others. He had more than one house on the island, and the
population there protected the filmmaker’s privacy with the fervor of a
national guard.
Today, though, his estate is run by a
foundation that allows artist-in-residency grants to writers, filmmakers,
musicians, and painters, as well as activists working for free speech and
democratic ideals. One merely has to submit an application at a specific time
of year, and if one is lucky, grants/permissions are doled out to several
people per year. The person gets to stay free of charge at one of Bergman’s
abodes and work on a designated project (it doesn’t have to be related to
Bergman or film) as long as some “contribution” is made to the community in
terms of a cultural event. (For those interested, see https://bergmangardarna.se/application/.)
French filmmaker Mia Hansen-Løve
uses this residency gift as a setting for a sensitive romantic drama that
explores the relationship between art and real life, as well as the muses and
inspirations that drive artists in their work. Bergman Island also
displays in lovely cinematographic intimacy (shot by DP Denis Lenoir) the
grounds of Bergman’s homes, which is, in itself, an absolute treat for any
viewer who is a fan of the master’s movies. Note that although the film is
mostly a French production set in Sweden, it is 95% in English. Some Swedish
residents on the island speak in their native tongue and are subtitled.
Tony
(Tim Roth) is an established filmmaker who has received a grant of residency to
stay at Bergman’s Dämba property to work on writing his next
project. Accompanying him is his wife, Chris (Vicky Krieps), also a writer, who
has a work in progress but is experiencing writer’s block. Chris turns out to
be the protagonist of the film, and the story is told from her perspective. There
are cracks in the marriage, mainly because Chris feels that Tony doesn’t give
her enough support or encouragement (but from what the viewer sees on the
screen, this isn’t entirely true; nevertheless, Tony does tend to take phone
calls in the middle of deep conversations and is easily distracted by what is
apparently a major film production he’s working on). Ironically, they’re
staying in the bedroom where Bergman’s Scenes from a Marriage was shot.
The housekeeper tells them that the film was so popular that millions of
couples around the world “got a divorce” because of it!
The
couple, usually separately, take in sightseeing excursions on the island to
Bergman’s other abodes and the film center where Tony delivers a talk. There is
even a “Bergman Safari” bus that takes visitors around the island to film
locations and such (and all this is real).
Chris
finally relates to Tony the story she’s been struggling with so far. The movie
then becomes a “film within a film,” illustrating Chris’ story, which involves
Amy (Mia Wasikowska), a filmmaker, and a former lover, Joseph (Anders Danielsen
Lie), both of whom are attending a wedding of mutual friends on Fårö. Mia and Joseph rekindle their love affair, and Mia
would like for it to go further, but apparently Joseph considers the fling to
be temporary. Interestingly, people that Tony and Chris have met during their
stay on the island are transported into Mia and Joseph’s story, so there is
cross pollination of ideas between the “real” tale and the “fictional” tale.
Bergman Island is told in a leisurely, dreamlike fashion that emphasizes
the pastoral influence of the surroundings on the characters. There is also the
strong (but unseen and unheard) presence of Ingmar Bergman’s ghost, who informs
all the characters’ motivations. Tony and Chris are told that the late
filmmaker believed in ghosts—for example, Bergman was firmly convinced that his
late wife occupied the house with him after she had departed the earth. Thus,
the ghosts of their own pasts are ever present in the lives of Tony, Chris,
Amy, and Joseph. That said, the movie is not a Bergman homage or
pastiche. Its style and tone is much gentler and more feminine.
The Criterion Collection has issued a
top-notch package containing a 2K digital master of the movie, approved by the
director, with a 5.1 surround DTS-HD Master Audio soundtrack. The colors of Fårö in summer are a striking contrast to the black and white
imagery of the locations in Bergman’s 1960s and 70s pictures. Berman Island is
indeed lovely to look at it.
The supplements include a lengthy
interview with director Hansen- Løve in which she speaks about the history of
the film, its casting issues (originally Greta Gerwig and John Turturro were to
have played the roles of Chris and Tony), and the power of the island location
on the choices she made for the picture; an interview with Vicky Krieps; and a
short behind-the-scenes documentary shot by cast member Gabe Klinger during the
production. The booklet contains an essay by film critic Devika Girish.
Bergman
Island is
a fascinating and meaningful little picture that is worth one’s time,
especially for fans of the late Ingmar Bergman. Recommended.
The most memorable aspect of "Who is Harry Kellerman and Why Is He Saying Those Terrible Things About Me?" is its title, which still resonates with people of a certain age even though most probably never saw the film itself. "Harry" was a speed bump in Dustin Hoffman's meteoric rise to success that began with "The Graduate" in 1967 and continued with such diverse hits as "Midnight Cowboy", "Little Big Man" and "Straw Dogs" (which would be released a few months after "Harry"). Directed by Ulu Grosbard, who would direct Hoffman in the acclaimed drama "Straight Time" seven years later, "Harry" is a bizarre comedy with an anti-Establishment social message. Hoffman, almost unrecognizable behind a mustache and curly hair, plays Georgie Soloway, a "Boy Wonder" in the music business for his ability to almost instantly write hit rock and folk songs, along with memorable advertising jingos. He has fame and fortune and resides in luxurious penthouse apartment in Manhattan that is a virtual museum to his own accomplishments. However, the affable Georgie is desperately lacking something in his life: genuine friendships and a loving, significant other. The film doesn't follow a linear path and bounces around between various stages of Georgie's life. We see him growing up in Brooklyn, the only child of two stereotypical, overbearing Jewish parents. As a teenager, Georgie goes through the customary stages of trying to deal with raging hormones. He and a friendly but air-headed girl become lovers but he cruelly ditches her when she becomes pregnant. Later we see he had married when he impregnated another woman who bore him two children. Georgie ended up deserting them as well because he couldn't deal with the adult responsibilities that fatherhood demands. We see present-day Georgie having no problems finding bedmates but he realizes he only attracts women because of his fame and fortune. Every time he seems to enter a promising relationship it is compromised when the woman is contacted by a mysterious man who calls himself Harry Kellerman and who seems to know all the intimate aspects of Georgie's life. Kellerman routinely unveils to these women the sordid ways Georgie has treated previous lovers and inevitably, his new relationships fail. When we first see Georgie, he is a psychological basket case. He fantasizes about suicide as though it will be a charming and pleasant experience. He also desperately tries to forge genuine friendships with those in his life. For years he has been paying a psychiatrist (Jack Warden) to hear his problems and act as a surrogate father figure to him but it becomes clear the man only sees Georgie as another client. Similarly, Georgie's outreach to his business manager (Gabriel Dell) and his harried accountant (Dom DeLuise) fails to result in establishing anything but business relationships. Georgie is the ultimate poor little rich boy. Much of the story line finds Georgie increasingly infuriated by Kellerman's interference in his love life and becoming obsessed with finding out who he is and how he knows so much about him.
The film was written by Herb Gardner, best known for his play "A Thousand Clowns", which was also about a dysfunctional New York man, who- like Georgie- was superficially charming but not very admirable. Gardner's screenplay drifts back and forth through time at a dizzying pace and sometimes it's hard to know whether we are viewing Georgie in the past or present. He also includes sequences that are genuinely bizarre but are later revealed to be dreams or fantasies. The end result is a rather unsatisfying mix of comedy and pathos despite fine performances by everyone involved. Director Grosbard makes scant use of the New York locations, other than some earlier scenes representing Coney Island in the 1950s and one fantasy scene that finds Georgie inside either the Holland or Lincoln Tunnel, which is totally deserted (trying filming that today). There are also some wonderful aerial shots of the city as we watch the bored Georgie pilot his personal jet for joy rides. But Grosbard never captures the flavor of New York and film could just have easily been set in any major city. The movie is primarily shot in dark interiors with grim lighting, making for a suitably depressing experience. The message of the movie seems to be that money can't buy happiness and that personal virtues are more important than a large bank account. This may be true but it wasn't exactly a unique theory even in 1971. The film comes alive mostly in its final phase when Georgie meets an untalented aspiring singer (Barbara Harris, superb in an Oscar-nominated performance) who is ditzy but lovable. She brings out the kind of genuine human emotion that Georgie had been suppressing for most of his life- but is it too late to save him from his own demons? The final scene of the movie sees Georgie finally seeming to find happiness as he soars above the boroughs of New York City in a wonderfully-filmed sequence that comes to an unexpected conclusion, even as it provides an answer to the question "Who is Harry Kellerman?"
Kino Lorber has released the film on Blu-ray sans any special features other than a trailer for Ulu Grosbard's 1981 drama "True Confessions". The transfer is very good indeed but can't overcome the deficiencies in the film itself. "Harry Kellerman" isn't a bad film and it does provide the joy of seeing another fine performance by young Dustin Hoffman. But it is a movie that falls far short of its aspirations and at times comes across as merely pretentious.
In case you were wondering, the answer is “yes.”That is Christopher Lee’s visage featured on
the slipcase of Kino Lorber’s Blu ray issue of Vernon Sewell’s The Blood Beast Terror.Now, ordinarily, displaying Sir Christopher’s
image on a Gothic horror film release wouldn’t make for bad marketing.The problem is that Lee doesn’t actually appear in The Blood Beast Terror.The
team at Kino curiously chose to use the poster art of Distribuzione Italiana
Films Internazionali, the distributor readying the film for European release as
the Mostro di Sangue.
The artwork procured by D.I.F.I. for The Blood Beast Terror was, at the very least, familiar: a reverse-image
lifted from the Italian poster of 1958’s Horror
of Dracula (Dracula il Vampiro).Kino is taking a fair battering on fan sites
for their packaging of this 2022 issue.But let’s be fair. Kino’s decision to forego the original British poster
art for the imagery of the Italian campaign might be a bit odd but not technically incorrect.Moviegoers in Italy had, in fact, been lured
into visiting their local cinema with such eye-catching - if misleading -
artwork.
Though Tigon’s The
Blood Beast Terror has a core of supporters – perhaps defenders is a better term - I find the film a mild amusement at
best.Which is a shame as I really want to like it. In a sense, it’s a film conceived from a time
out of mind.Some critics suggest that’s
exactly the film’s failing.Upon UK release
in the early spring of 1968, stately Gothic horrors were seemingly growing
stale amongst horror film fans.Critics
argued a new era of more edgy, sadistic and blood-letting horrors was in the
ascendant, old costume-drama gothics now too tame to frighten.While that’s not necessarily untrue, there’s
no denying The Blood Beast Terror is of
middling interest simply due to it not being terribly involving.
While it’s true goth-horror had lost some of its courtly appeal
with a large sect of cinemagoers, the sub-genre was hardly dead.A case in point: upon original release The Blood Beast Terror was paired as the
undercard to Michael Reeve’s brilliant Witchfinder
General, a film set circa 1645. This too was a Tigon release of Tony
Tenser’s, a Vincent Price vehicle far superior to The Blood Beast Terror on every conceivable level.I might be wrong, but I suspect if not for
the presence of Peter Cushing in The
Blood Beast Terror, Sewell’s more modest film would have far fewer
champions than it enjoys today.
So what’s wrong with it?I admit to moments of melancholia when watching The Blood Beast Terror.For
starters, it’s difficult to watch old pros Cushing and Robert Flemyng (known
best to horror film fans as the titular necrophagic M.D. The Horrible Dr. Hichcock) try their best to rise above the
mediocre material they’ve been given to work with. The film’s Director of
Photography, Stanley Long, recalled Flemyng complaining “how shit the script
was, how shit the effects were.”Even director
Sewell wasn’t spared the castigations of an unhappy cast member.He recalled the famously gentlemanly Cushing mildly
offering only a couple of days into the shoot, “Vernon, I think this is perhaps
the worst film I have ever made.” Sadly, in a few years’ time there would be new
challengers to Cushing’s lament.Such
clunkers as Tendre Dracula (1974) and
Blood Suckers (1971) would prove short
term contenders to that particular title.
I won’t give away anything important about the film’s
flimsy plot – just in case you’ve yet to see the film and still wish to after
reading this review.I’ll just say the
trail of mutilated bodies scattering the English countryside are – as ever –
the result of bad science gone horribly wrong.In this case entomological science.As transformative feminine-insect monsters go, Wanda Ventham’s fetching “Clare”
in The Blood Beast Terror is, IMHO, a
far less interesting or menacing creature than Susan Cabot’s “Janice Starlin” in
Roger Corman’s low-budget The Wasp Woman
(1959).But, again, the fault here lies
not with Ventham or Cushing or Flemyng, but with a script riddled with excessive
verbiage and slow-moving, sluggish plotting.
Bigfoot
was all the rage in the 1970s and it seemed as though you could not look
anywhere without hearing about it. Alternately known as “Sasquatch”, Bigfoot is
the description given to a large, man-sized hirsute creature reputed to live in
the woods in the Pacific Northwest section of the United States. There have
been many “sightings” over the years of this creature, with many people
claiming they have photographed and even encountered it. The Loch Ness Monster
off the coast of Scotland was yet another subject of mystification and intrigue which rebounded in popularity
during the 1970s.
As
a youngster, I recall not fully giving credence to the notion that this
“monster” really existed but also being unnerved by the myriad docudramas that
attempted to explain or hint at some sense of veracity when it came to
discussing the subject. My favorite show at the time, The Six Million Dollar
Man, pitted the titular hero Steve Austin (Lee Majors) against Bigfoot (an
unrecognizable André René Roussimoff, better known as André the Giant) in early
1976, with its less successfully sister show, The Bionic Woman, continuing
the storyline later that year, with Ted Cassidy now all dolled up for a fight. Leonard
Nimoy’s episode of In Search Of…, which aired in New York on Monday, January
31, 1977, explored the possibility of the creature’s existence. Three months
later we were subjected to the TV-movie Snowbeast, a fun film about patrons
at a ski resort being terrorized by a rampaging killer beast, essentially Jaws
set in the snow. Bigfoot even became a humorous throwaway line by Roberts
Blossom in Steven Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind, also
from 1977.
In
addition to docudramas, there have also been a good number of films about
Bigfoot coming into contact with humans, but the results are never pretty. Joy
N. Houck Jr.’s Creature from Black Lake (1976) is one of those
low-budget, independently lensed thrillers that made the rounds throughout the
Midwest but never seemed to make it to larger markets such as Los Angeles,
Chicago or New York. Filmed during September and October of 1975 and released regionally
on Friday, March 12, 1976, Creature begins with an image that could have
just as easily been pulled from the ending of John Hancock’s Let’s Scare
Jessica to Death (1971) but gives way to two fishermen (one of whom is
character actor Jack Elam) in a motorboat in the Louisiana swamps. The younger
of the two gets pulled into the water by a creature that is mostly heard rather
than actually seen. Meanwhile, two graduate students, Pahoo (Dennis Fimple) and
Rives (John David Carson) head to Louisiana to look into the existence of this
mysterious creature in the hopes of getting townspeople to talk. Joe Canton
(Jack Elam, who I first saw in the ill-fated TV show Struck by Lightning,
which co-starred Jeffrey Kramer, in September 1979) opens up about it in his
own crazed way. However, Sheriff Billy Carter (Bill Thurman) not only refuses
to speak about the subject but admonishes the students to leave.
Grandpa
Bridges (lovable Dub Taylor) is another community member who is initially
reticent about the creature since it terrified his wife. However, when money is
waved in front of his face, he has a change of heart and permits the students
to break bread with his family. All is well until Pahoo’s parapraxis sends Mrs.
Bridges into a frenzy, incurring Grandpa’s wrath and sending them on their way
to investigate on their own.
Dismissed
by most critics at the time, Creature is an entertaining film that
benefits immensely from stellar camerawork by future John Carpenter alumni Dean
Cundey. The film has never been properly represented outside of a theater
before having been shot anamorphically but cropped for its New York television
premiere on CBS after midnight on Friday, November 30, 1979, while later finding
its way into syndication on channel 9 in New York in the early 1980s. Unless
you were one of the folks who caught up with the film under these circumstances
or through one of its several DVD releases, the best way to see it now is on
the excellent Blu-ray from Synapse Films which is mastered from a 4K scan of
the original camera negative, a vast improvement over all previous airings and
releases.
There
is a feature-length audio commentary with writer Michael Gingold and film
historian Chris Poggiali. They expound upon the film’s merits and detriments and
speak enthusiastically about both the movie and the Bigfoot subgenre. Both men
are erudite and articulate and it makes for an entertaining and informative
listen.
There
is also a 19-minute extra called Swamp Stories with Director of Photography
Dean Cundey which is exactly what it says it is. If you are interested in
Mr. Cundey’s background and a discussion of the technical aspects of the production,
this piece is very interesting.
Lastly,
we have the theatrical trailer and the radio spot!
Oh,
how the radio spots for horror films freaked me out when I was a kid!
A
very cool package indeed, topped off with reallynice cover art by the late
great Star Wars alumni Ralph McQuarrie.
Here's a collection of James Bond vintage international TV commercials. No matter where on the globe you live, you're certain to find a few of them new to you. The production values are great and most of them feature the current James Bond of the era or alumni from the series. (Thanks to reader Nick Sheffo for the heads up.)
"Gun the Man Down" is yet another Poverty Row low-budget Western shot
during an era in which seemingly every other feature film released was a
horse opera. Supposedly shot in nine days, the film is primarily
notable for being the big screen directing debut of Andrew V. McLaglen,
who would go on to be a very respected director who specialized in
Westerns and action films. The movie also marked the final feature film
for James Arness before he took on the role of Marshall Matt Dillon in
TV's long-running and iconic "Gunsmoke" series. After failing to achieve
stardom on the big screen, Arness found fame and fortune in "Gunsmoke"
when John Wayne recommended him for the part. Wayne had been championing
Arness for years and provided him with roles in some of his films.
Following "Gunsmoke"'s phenomenal run, Arness seemed content to stay
with TV and had another successful series, "How the West Was Won". John
Wayne was one of the first actors to successfully launch his own
production company, Batjac, which produced this film and Wayne's
influence is felt in the project. Andrew V. McLaglen was the son of
Wayne's good friend and occasional co-star Victor McLaglen. The
screenplay was written by Burt Kennedy, who Wayne would later hire to
direct several of his own films. The movie provided young Angie
Dickinson with her first role of substance and she would reunite with
Wayne years later on Howard Hawks' "Rio Bravo". Speaking of which,
another Wayne favorite, character actor Pedro Gonzalez Gonzalez appears
in both films. Also in the cast is Harry Carey Jr. , son of Wayne's idol
and and personal friend, Harry Carey. The cinematography is by William
Clothier, who would lens many of Wayne's later movies and the film was
produced by Duke's brother, Robert Morrison. "Gun the Man Down" is very
much a Wayne family affair.
The film opens with three fleeing bank robbers: Rem Anderson (James
Arness), Matt Rankin (Robert J. Wilke) and Ralph Farley (Don MeGowan),
who arrive at their hide-a-way cabin with the law in hot pursuit. Rem
has been seriously wounded and Rankin makes the decision to leave him
behind. Rem's girl, Jan (Angie Dickinson), objects at first but Rankin
convinces her to go with them in part because they have $40,000 in loot
from the local bank. The law arrives at the cabin and arrests Rem. He is
nursed back to health and is offered a deal for a light sentence if he
helps track down his confederates. Rem refuses and does his time in
prison. Upon release, he begins his mission vengeance and tracks Rankin,
Ralph and Jan to a one-horse town where Rankin has used his ill-gotten
gains to open a profitable saloon. Upon discovering Rem is in town,
Rankin hires a notorious gunslinger, Billy Deal (Michael Emmet), to
assassinate him. Jan has a tense reunion with Rem and seeks his
forgiveness but her pleas fall on deaf ears. Rem emerges victorious over
Billy Deal and Rankin, Ralph and Jan flee town with Rem in pursuit.
Their final confrontation takes place in a remote canyon with tragic
consequences.
Given the film's meager production budget, "Gun the Man Down" is a
surprisingly mature and engrossing Western with intelligent dialogue and
interesting characters. (In addition to those mentioned, there is a
fine performance by Emile Meyer as the town sheriff). Arness projects
the kind of macho star power that Wayne had and Dickinson acquits
herself very well as the stereotypical saloon girl with a heart of gold.
The film, ably directed by McLaglen, runs a scant 76 minutes and was
obviously designed for a quick playoff and fast profit. It has largely
been lost to time but the film is currently streaming on Screenpix, which is available through Amazon Prime, Roku, Apple TV and Fire TV for an additional monthly fee of $2.99 The movie is also available on Blu-ray through Olive Films.
A decade before the release of the teenage vampire sensation
"Twilight" in 2008, there was another film with the same title that
couldn't be more different in tone and style. While the horror flick
helped launch the careers of up-and-coming actors, the 1998 film was
gently acknowledging that its already legendary stars were coming to the
end of theirs. This is evidenced by the title, which has a dual
meaning: the time of day as well as the stage of life its central
characters find themselves in. "Twilight" was written and directed by
Robert Benton and stars Paul Newman, Susan Sarandon, Gene Hackman and
James Garner. Benton and Newman had found considerable acclaim and
success with their previous collaboration, "Nobody's Fool", but
"Twilight" received mixed reviews and performed poorly at the boxoffice.
Therefore, there's probably a good chance you never saw it. The failure
of movie is puzzling, given the public's affection for the film noir
genre. Purists may argue that true film noir requires that a movie be
made on a modest budget and shot in black and white. "Twilight" doesn't
apply to either of these rules. It has a high-priced cast and gorgeous
color cinematography by Piotr Sobocinski, but in many ways it evokes the
very best of the noir genre, in a way that director Dick Richards' 1975
detective flick "Farewell My Lovely" also succeeded in doing. It has
all the central elements: the protagonist is a down-and-out private eye
(are there any other kind in noir films?), a deceptive man who sends
him out on a mission to make some fast money, a sultry femme fatale and
an abundance of supporting characters who are as eccentric as they are
threatening. Oh, and most of the action takes place in the dead of
night.
The film is set in contemporary L.A. Newman plays Harry Ross, a
one-time cop who was fired for alcoholism, an affliction that saw his
career as a private dick also fail. In the process, he lost his wife and
kids and remains alienated from them. Harry survives due to the
generosity of his benefactors, old friend Jack Ames (Gene Hackman) and
his wife Catherine (Susan Sarandon), both of whom were once prominent
and popular actors whose careers and finances are on a downward trend.
Harry is allowed to live rent-free at their lavish home, where he earns a
few bucks here and there by acting as a Man Friday for Jack, running
errands for him that often involve people of dubious backgrounds. Jack
has just learned that his cancer has been determined to be terminal and
he's given about six months to live. He takes it in stride but resents
having to spend much of his time in bed. Catherine seems to be devoted
to him but even Jack knows that she and Harry have long had eyes for
each other. Also sharing the residence is Jack and Catherine's
precocious teenage daughter Mel (Reese Witherspoon), who Harry had to to
fly to Mexico to retrieve from the arms of an older paramour, Jeff
Willis (Liev Schrieiber), who accidentally shot Harry in the leg during
an altercation. Now Jack has another mission for Harry; a seemingly easy
one: deliver an envelope stuffed with money to a man named Lester Ivar
(M. Emmett Walsh) with no questions asked. Needless to say, things go
awry from the start and Harry finds himself being shot at, beaten up and
framed for murder, all due to a blackmail plot against Jack and
Catherine, who were long suspected of murdering her first husband so
they could be together. As with any noir or noir-like film, it doesn't
pay to go into much detail about the plot, as it would compromise all
the twists and turns in Robert Benton's screenplay, which, in true genre
form, is complex but thoroughly compelling.
"Twilight" is the kind of film that celebrates the kinds of
characters that existed in crime movies of the 1940s and 1950s. Everyone
speaks the same lingo, dishing out insults and wisecracks with abandon.
It's also the kind of film where a cuckolded husband learns his best friend
has been sleeping with his wife and deals with it by simply telling him
to knock it off. In today's increasingly sanitized world of filmmaking, it's refreshing to revisit an era in which hard-bitten characters are unapologetic about drinking and smoking without restraint. The performances are uniformly excellent, with Newman
at age 73 displaying the same cynical wit that made "Harper" such a
pleasure to watch. He's also still drop-dead handsome, even though his
character acknowledges his advanced years. (A running gag in the film is
that Harry is unaware that the rumor mill has it that his "pecker had
been shot off" in the incident in Mexico.) Sarandon burns up the screen
as the diva-like object of both Harry and Jack's affections and Reese
Witherspoon displays the talents that would see her rise to stardom.
Hackman is very good, but his screen time is limited, though the
dialogue he shares with Newman is terrific. There's also a standout turn
in a supporting role by James Garner, as a friend of both men who is a
retired cop who serves as a "Mr. Fix-It" on the L.A. crime scene. There
is also an excellent performance by Stockard Channing as a
tough-as-nails LAPD lieutenant and former flame of Harry's. Liev
Schrieber and Margo Martindale fill out the ranks as a team of murderous
blackmailers who are as eccentric as any characters to be found in an
old John Huston movie and there is an amusing turn by Giancarlo Esposito
as an aspiring private eye who idolizes Harry. The film is also
complimented by an impressive score by the legendary Elmer Bernstein. The critical and boxoffice failure of "Twilight" shouldn't distract
from the fact that this is a first-rate detective film well worth
checking out.
After being out-of-print on home video in the U.S. for a number of years, Kino Lorber has released an impressive new Blu-ray edition with a marvelous transfer. Best of all is the commentary track by film noir experts Alain Silver and James Ursini. If you were ignorant about the genre before listening to them, you won't be by the time the track is over. According to them, "Twilight" technically qualifies as a "neo-noir" film because it is set in the modern era. However, Silver argues that the movie possesses so many traditional elements of the genre that it should probably be regarded as an example of classic noir. Indeed, director Benton seems to realize that shooting anything in L.A. at night gives a film a noirish element and Benton doesn't need obvious gimmicks to remind the viewer of this fact. In all, the KL edition is a "must-have" if you appreciate films of this type. As an additional bonus, there are original trailers and TV spots for this movie along with other titles available through KL. Highly recommended.
If you asked anyone who is a fan of Sixties spy movies "In what film did Donald Pleasence play a rich, brilliant international criminal mastermind?", the answer would be obvious: "You Only Live Twice", in which Pleasence portrayed the evil Spectre mastermind Ernst Stavro Blofeld. However, there is another answer that would be equally correct: "Matchless", an unheralded long-forgotten spy spoof made by Italians and shot in such diverse locations as Germany, America and England. Pleasence plays Gregori Andreanu, the main villain of the piece, but he doesn't appear until well into the running time. The film opens with American journalist Perry Liston being creatively tortured by Communist Chinese soldiers who suspect he is a spy. In reality, Liston writes a popular newspaper column under the nom de plume "Matchless", the significance of which is never explained- along with other key plot points. For example, I don't recall if Liston ever does explain to anyone why he is China, but in this fast-moving comedy-adventure, plot points come and go with such rapidity that they may well be regarded as dispensable. While in jail, Liston shows pity on a fellow prisoner, an elderly Chinese man who, before dying, bequeaths to him a magic ring that will allow the wearer to become invisible. There are only two catches: the invisibility only lasts for 20 minutes and can only be utilized once every ten hours. (The team of five screenwriters must have been under the influence of something drinkable to come up with this zany concept.) Much to Liston's surprise, the device works and he escapes from prison, conveniently hiding in a nearby house that happens to belong to a single, gorgeous, horny young woman who even more conveniently happens to be taking a shower. She is startled by Liston's ability to be invisible but not for long. Once he appears in the flesh, it's under the covers for both of them.
The scene then switches to the United States where high level military personnel are subjecting Liston to the same torture applied by the Chinese, which involves tying the victim to a large canister that revolves at lightning speed in much the same way you get a paint can mixed at Home Depot. Again, I can't recall if it's explained how Liston ended up in the U.S. and why he is being tortured, but he is quickly enlisted by two members of the top Army brass, General Shapiro (Howard St. John) and his fawning sidekick Colonel Coolpepper (Sorel Brooke) to undertake a dangerous mission to Europe where he is to ingratiate himself with Andreanu, secure his confidence and somehow steal of case of chemical vials in his possession (though it's never explained what they are or why they are dangerous to the world.) Liston agrees and sets off to London, where somehow he is stalked for assassination by Hank Norris (Henry Silva), an American who was in the Chinese prison. How did he get out and become an assassin? Who knows. Just go with the flow. From there, the unflappable and capable Liston encounters deceitful, beautiful women and numerous villains in between making a series of narrow escapes thanks to his ability to temporarily become invisible. (One downside to the ability is that his clothes remain visible, so each time he wants to disappear, he has to ditch his clothing and often reemerge naked, a running gag used throughout the film.) When Liston finally meets Andreanu, they both pretend they like each other while following the old spy movie tradition of having each man obviously know that the other is his mortal enemy.
"Matchless" is an off-the-charts weird movie in every sense but it's also a lot of fun. Patrick O'Neal, who rarely scored a leading role in his career as a popular supporting actor, is well cast here. He seems to be having a ball playing a hero who is more Derek Flint than Bond. He's handsome, debonair and has the ability to toss out bon mots even when staring at deadly threats. Donald Pleasence gets an equally rare chance to show his comedic abilities and he's delightful playing an eccentric and ruthless megalomaniac. As with most of these lower-grade Bond-inspired spy flicks of the era, this one makes up for its shortcomings by supplying an endless bevy scantily clad women including Ira von Furstenberg (a real life princess), Nicoletta Machiavelli and Elisabeth Wu, who between them expose heaving bosoms and plenty of flesh, all the while dolled up in those marvelous mod fashions of the era. There are cheesy attempts to emulate Maurice Binder's trademark James Bond opening credits and an equally cheesy Bond-style title song ( future legend Ennio Morricone was one of the three credited composers). But the production values are better than you might imagine and the stunts and action scenes work quite well. (Liston utilizes an amphibious car a full decade before Bond did in "The Spy Who Loved Me"). Director Alberto Lattuada keeps the action going non-stop and makes the most of the Continental appeal of the European locations. One of the funniest aspects of the film is unintentional: the dubbing is terrible to the point of being of laugh-out-loud caliber. It appears that everyone other than O'Neal and Pleasence has been dubbed, including (inexplicably) Henry Silva, who was an American actor of repute. Silva gives a maniacal and very funny performance and, as with Pleasence, he seems to be relishing the opportunity to play a comedic role.
It should be noted that the deceitful American marketing campaign disguised the fact that "Matchless" is a comedy and presented it as straight spy thriller. One can only imagine the reaction of the gobsmacked viewers who were expecting a tense Cold War thriller and instead were treated to a film that was more akin to a Jerry Lewis production. I don't want to overstate the attributes of "Matchless" but it is an
unexpectedly enjoyable romp. If you're idea of good viewing is
"Operation Kid Brother", then this one is for you.
(The film is currently streaming on Screenpix, a subscription service available through Amazon Prime, Roku, YouTube and Apple TV for $2.99 a month.)
Those who have a weakness for British spy movies will find plenty to
like in "The Whistle Blower", a largely unheralded 1986 production that
boasts a fine performance by Michael Caine. He plays Frank Jones, a
nondescript middle-aged Brit with a somewhat convoluted background. He
was a fighter pilot in the military but his career came to an end when
he struck a superior officer. It's then implied that he went on to work
for British Intelligence in some capacity, though in reality his act of
military insubordination would probably have excluded him from that
position. When we are introduced to Frank he is a widower and owner of a
small office supply business who is paying a visit to his 28 year-old
son Bob (Nigel Havers, very good) for a low key celebration of his
offspring's birthday. It turns out that Bob is employed by Government
Communications Headquarters (GCHQ), which is a branch of the
intelligence community. Frank finds Bob to be dealing with a good deal
of pressure, both personally and professionally. He's in a romantic
relationship with a woman, Cynthia Goodburn (Felicity Dean), who has a
young daughter. Felicity is also currently married, though the film
doesn't explore her motivations for carrying on an affair with the
love-smitten Bob. Frank likes Cynthia personally but is disapproving of
the relationship. But he discovers Bob has even bigger problems. For
years he has been a Russian linguist in the agency, providing valuable
service in translating information concerning Soviet activities and
agents. He tells his father that he has uncovered some disheartening
information that ties in with revelations regarding a recent scandal
that caused embarrassment for the GCHQ when a Soviet agent had been
revealed to have been working in the agency for a decade before being
caught. Bob is alarmed by an atmosphere of paranoia at the agency in the
wake of the scandal. All employees are being encouraged to keep track
of their colleagues' activities and to report any suspicions regarding
anyone whose allegiance might be questionable. Bob, an idealist, rejects
this and has come to the conclusion that, based on other information he
has uncovered, that British Intelligence and their American allies are
every bit as brutal as the KGB. Frank dismisses the concerns and
encourages Bob to stay on the job rather than resign in protest.
Nigel Havers and Michael Caine.
Things get murky when Bob is reported to have died in a tragic home
accident. Frank immediately suspects that Bob was killed by his own
agency to prevent him from revealing some information that might
compromise the GCHQ's already tarnished reputation. He begins his own
investigation and, as these things generally play out in
conspiracy-themed movies, finds that he can trust no one, even old
colleagues and friends. As Frank doggedly pursues the truth, he finds
his own life in danger as well as those of Cynthia and her daughter.
Director Simon Langton (his only feature film) keeps Julian Bond's talky
but interesting script moving at a brisk pace. Refreshingly, the
character of Frank is never miraculously transformed into an action
hero. In fact, there is very little action or violence in the entire
film. Caine gives a terrific, understated performance. His trademark wit
doesn't get much opportunity to be displayed in this somber story but
he does provide a healthy dose of his character's Harry Palmer-like
cynicism in regard all aspects of the spy game. He gets able support
from a fine cast that includes esteemed veteran actors like James Fox,
Gordon Jackson (his final film), John Gielgud (in a pivotal cameo) and
Barry Foster (superb as an old military service crony of Frank's who may
or may not be involved in deception.)
The film is currently streaming on Amazon Prime. There is also a Kino Lorber Blu-ray and the transfer is right up to the company's usual excellent
standards. The only bonus feature is a nice gallery of trailers for
other KL releases starring Caine, although, curiously, "The Whistle
Blower" trailer is not among them.
Watch the original teaser trailer for "Superman" from 1978 before John Williams' final score was ready to utilize. Interestingly, Warner Bros. didn't show a single frame from the film, obviously wanting to build the sense of anticipation by simply promoting the all-star cast. Nor does the title appear...the logo said it all!
In the autumn of 1963 the Macmillan Co. published Rohan
O’ Grady’s third suspense novel Let’s
Kill Uncle.The book’s appearance
was certain to command some critical and public notice: the dust jacket and
title page was adorned with the idiosyncratic illustrations of Edward Gorey.The cover blurb offered a small glimpse of
what awaited readers:“In an idyllic, peaceful island setting two
charming children on summer holiday conspire to execute the perfect murder –
and get away with it.”Though a
macabre premise, the book was well-received, the Baltimore Sun, Boston Globe,
Pittsburgh Press, New York Newsday and Chicago Tribune singing its praises.Toronto’s Globe
and Mail crowed Let’s Kill Uncle was
“the jolliest thriller of any year.”
One fan of the novel was the producer-director William
Castle, the undisputed grifting King of Ballyhoo.Castle optioned the property shortly after its
appearance with no immediate plans for production set.After scoring handsomely with his 1959 indie House on Haunted Hill with Vincent
Price, Castle had signed on with Columbia Pictures for a four-film deal in
March of 1959 (later extended beyond the original four pics). Between 1959 and
1964 Castle delivered such popcorn-munching guilty-pleasures as The Tingler, 13 Ghosts, Mr. Sardonicus,
and Strait-Jacket, amongst others.Then, in October 1963, Universal Picture’s
Vice-President of Production, Edward Muhl, signed Castle to a three-picture
deal for a series of “cost-control” films.
Castle’s trio of films for Uni were less celebrated and
money-spinning than his earlier efforts.His second and most recent effort for the studio, I Saw What You Did (1965) did little to buffer his reputation as a
filmmaker nor cash-cow guarantor.As one
critic from the Los AngelesTimes sulked, “I Saw What You Did,
William Castle, and as usual I am not impressed.”Castle’s final film in his three-pic contract
would be Let’s Kill Uncle.By all indicators, the production of Let’s Kill Uncle would be a rushed
affair.One Hollywood correspondent –
having already visited director Brian G. Hutton rehearsing his cast on the set of
The Pad – chose to drop by the
adjourning soundstage where first-day shooting of Let’s Kill Uncle was in process.The columnist was quick to note the film’s “rough edges” were already
showing.The writer noted the fast and frugal
Castle had already shot more film during his brief visit than Hutton would
shoot in an entire day.
Castle had reason to work quickly.In October of 1965, Variety reported the director/producer was soon to again jump ship,
having just inked a multi-picture deal with Paramount.That contract called for Castle to report to
his new bosses on New Year’s Day 1966.Though
Castle was scheduled to begin work on Let’s
Kill Uncle on December 10, 1965, actual production evidently would not
commence until December 20.The clock
was ticking.
One reason for the delay was Castle’s decision to wait on
the availability of “moppet Mary Badham,” the child actress cast as “Chrissie”
in the film.The thirteen-year old was
not yet finished completing work on Sydney Pollack’s drama This Property is Condemned with Natalie Wood, Robert Redford and
Charles Bronson.Another
thirteen-year-old, Pat Cardi, was to join the cast as Barnaby Harrison, the
principal target of his black-hearted Uncle, Major Kevin Harrison (Nigel
Green).Though Cardi’s name was a mostly
unfamiliar one, his face certainly was.The child actor was frequently seen on television screens in a cavalcade
of small roles.Linda Lawson, cast to
play Chrissie’s aunt Justine, was a virtual novice looking for a break.Castle had met Lawson four years earlier when
she delivered mail to him at his Columbia Pictures office.
It’s unclear if Nigel Green was originally sought out by
Castle to play the “Uncle” role.There
were reports as late as December that Leslie Nielsen “had worked out his
shooting schedule on Beau Geste so he
can accept a role in Uncle.”If indeed Nelson was Castle’s first choice to
play the Major, the resulting film - as it stands - might have benefited from the actor’s gift for light-comedy.Whatever the case, Green – just recently seen
as another “Major” in the Len Deighton/Sidney J. Furie production of the
spy-thriller The Ipcress File (1965) –
was brought on.Green’s comedic skills
were not his strong suit, and it wasn’t the best bit of casting.But then everything about Let’s Kill Uncle seems a bit askew.
The shortcomings of this film weighed heavily on the scripting.Castle’s schedule 1963-1965 was a
particularly busy one, so it’s not surprising his optioning of Let’s Kill Uncle was not exercised immediately.In April of 1965 things started moving, Variety reporting the playwright Robert
L. Joseph had been conscripted to adapt O’ Grady’s book as a film treatment, with
tentative plans to start production sometime “next summer.”Whatever the circumstances, Joseph’s
treatment – if submitted at all – was found not up-to-snuff.The responsibility of delivering a workable
adaptation fell to Mark Rodgers, a writer almost exclusively known for his work
on television.
It was, to be fair, a tough work to adapt, as the grim
humor and dark whimsy of O’ Grady’s novel was seamlessly embroidered into a
textual tapestry – a bit of psychological chess-game plotting not easy to
convey visually.Castle chose to dispense
and/or modify many of the novels’ original elements.The setting of the novel is an island off of
the Canadian Pacific coast, there are Mounties trooping about, the treacherous
Uncle” is named “Sylvester,” and there’s even a “soliloquizing” talking cougar
named “One-Eye.”The filmmakers of Let’s Kill Uncle chose to move the
action to an un-named sub-tropical location of palm trees and bananas, there’s
no Mounties or (worse yet!) a talking cougar.The killer Uncle’s moniker was changed from Sylvester to “Kevin
Harrison.” (As has “Chrissie’s.”She’s “Christie”
in the novel).
While these small name changes don’t really figure in or
matter to the final product, the absence of “One-Eye” is unforgivable.As is the lack of suspense one might have expected.The only good thing about moving the locale
from the Canadian coast to the tropics is the welcome – if brief - appearance
of Nestor Paiva as the Steward of the steamer bringing Barnaby and Chrissie to
their new island homes.Paiva, one might
recall, was the captain of the Rita,
the ship slow-trolling the wilds of the Amazon in search of The Creature from the Black Lagoon.It’s Nestor who informs young Barnaby that the
island is cursed, which isn’t too far off the mark, at least for him.
The film never really catches fire.I was hoping to glean Castle’s thoughts on Let’s Kill Uncle in his memoir Step Right Up!I’m Gonna Scare the Pants Off America,
but the director/producer makes no mention of the film’s production nor
reception in the book.The slight filmography
in his book’s back pages gives Let’s Kill
Uncle only the briefest of notice: “Technicolor
murder movie starring kids and Nigel Green.”(It should be noted Director of Photography
Harold Lipstein delivers a film of eye-popping color saturation, the film’s
singular saving grace).
The film was mostly dismissed by critics upon its release
– but there were a few actually enjoyed it.One critic from Box Office
mulled the film’s failure was due to the “scene-chewing and downright brattish
character traits” of Cardi and Badham, that the “homicidal plans” of Uncle
Kevin might have proved “a blessing in disguise” had they been carried out.I generally like William Castle’s shoestring
1960’s psycho-horrors as much as the next guy (assuming that “next guy” also
has lowbrow tastes in cinema), but I found the ninety-two minutes of Let’s Kill Uncle a slow torture.Castle’s fans will at least enjoy the bonus featurette
Mr. Castle and Me: An Interview with
Actor Pat Cardi, which offer a small peek behind the curtain.
This Kino Lorber Studio Classics Blu-ray edition of Let’s Kill Uncle is presented in 1920 x 1080p,
with a ratio of 1.85:1, dts sound, and removable English sub-titles.The film looks absolutely brilliant, Kino
having struck the print from a “Brand New 2K Master.”The set rounds off with two theatrical
trailers of the film as well as the commentaries of film historians Kat
Ellinger (Diabolique magazine) and the
(now sadly recently deceased) author of Teen
Movie Hell, Mike McPadden.
The Three Stooges starred in their last feature film "The Outlaws is Coming" in 1965. This rare behind the scenes footage includes an original TV spot for the film. Also in the cast: future "Batman" star Adam West. The Stooges' original comedy shorts were shown on TV all over the USA in the 1960s, with the programs each having a different host for the individual market that was telecasting the shows. If you grew up in the New York City area, you'll recognize Joe Bolton in the cast. He hosted the TV show under the guise of a policeman named Officer Joe Bolton. Interestingly, there trailer shows a glimpse of an armored stagecoach that resembles "The War Wagon" a couple of years before that movie was released.
Quite a few years ago, my Cinema Retro publishing partner Dave Worrall, a fellow enthusiast of 1960s spy flicks, warned me to avoid "Danger Route", a 1967 espionage concoction that he deemed to be "awful". Worrall had seen a TV broadcast of the film on British TV. Complying with his advice wasn't a problem since the film has never been released on home video in America. However, I noticed it was streaming through the Screenpix app, which is available through Amazon Prime, Roku and Apple TV for a paltry $2.99 additional charge per month. I decided to ignore my esteemed colleague's advice and take the plunge largely because of the impressive cast in "Danger Route": Richard Johnson, Carol Lynley, Harry Andrews, Sylvia Sims, Diana Dors, Sam Wanamaker, Gordon Jackson and the "go-to" girl for low-budget Sixties spy movies, Barbara Bouchet.
The film was a rare non-horror production for Amicus, the company that was the main rival to the legendary Hammer Films. The movie was based on Andrew York's well-received novel "The Eliminator" and adapted for the screen by Meade Roberts, who had some estimable credits before and after this film. There were two types of spy movies during this period: those that spoofed or imitated the James Bond films and those that sought to provide a more realistic depiction of espionage work, seemingly inspired by the success of director Martin Ritt's brilliant screen version of "The Spy Who Came in From the Cold". "Danger Route" is squarely in the latter camp. Richard Johnson plays Jonas Wilde, a top assassin for British Intelligence, who dispenses his victims through a couple of well-placed karate chops. He is partnered with fellow agent Brian Stern (Gordon Jackson) and the two travel widely through Europe to carry out missions on the guise of being yachtsmen. When we first meet Jonas, he's exhausted from having carried out a recent mission on the continent. He comes back to his girlfriend Jocelyn (Carol Lynley in a small but pivotal role that bookends the story). She's a hipster who associates with the mod crowd, clearly to Jonas's dismay. He tells her that even though he is only 37 years-old, he wants to retire and get out of the spy game. They make plans to travel the world living off their wits and working odd jobs. However, reality comes calling when Jonas's boss Canning (Harry Andrews) browbeats him into accepting one more mission- and we all know what happens when the protagonist decides to take on one more mission. Canning informs Jonas that the Americans have a Soviet scientist in their possession who has defected. MI6 thinks he's a Soviet double agent but the Americans don't agree. Thus, they want Jonas to kill him before he is transported to the U.S. It's at this point that the main plot becomes almost incidental, as quirky characters of dubious allegiances interact with our hero, all to the detriment of of a coherent story.
Richard Johnson told this writer that he took himself out of the running to be the screen's first James Bond because he didn't see the potential in the series. Ironically, like every other working actor of the 1960s, he would find himself playing the role of Bond imitators in several low-budget espionage flicks. Johnson gives a very fine performance and makes Jonas an interesting and complex character: a man with a conscience working as a paid assassin. He's a also a vulnerable hero. Though quick on his feet to extract himself from jams without the aid of gadgets, he makes miscalculations in terms of who to trust, with important consequences. Jonas has another vulnerability: he's a borderline alcoholic who is always pouring from a bottle. He finds himself in bizarre situations and death traps, captured by enemy agents and even the C.I.A. There is an extended scene played for some comical effect in which Jonas uses a ditzy, sex-starved housekeeper as a pawn to gain entrance into a mansion house where the bad guys convene. The object of his deceit is winningly played by Diana Dors and she affords the film the few brief moments of humor seen onscreen. On the opposite end of the spectrum, when Canning disappears, Jonas teams for a while with his glamorous wife played by Sylvia Sims.
The film is ably directed by Seth Holt, but he is guilty of bungling a couple of shots. In one scene, Jonas has his hands bound behind his back by heavy rope. He gains access to a small razor and - presto!- he is free in a matter of seconds, when, in fact, such a feat would take hours to accomplish even if it were possible. In a climactic scene aboard a yacht that is in the midst of a dangerous pea soup-like fog near some dangerous reefs, Jonas simply dives overboard with no explanation as to how he survived and made it back to some finely-tailored clothing. A bit more judicious editing would have helped in these scenes.
The plot of "Danger Route" becomes almost incomprehensible and the film, which was largely shot at Shepperton Studios, didn't ignite much interest and was a casualty of the spy movie tidal wave of the era. Thus, a planned sequel never materialized. However, with all due respect to Dave Worrall, I found the film to be enjoyable fun largely due to the inspired cast, especially since I can't resist any movie featuring Harry Andrews.
My
introduction to science fiction came in the form of George Lucas’s Star Wars
(1977), though many would argue that this initial film in the first trilogy is
a glorified western set in outer space. This was a point of view I would not
have remotely considered the following summer when my father bought me a copy
of the June 1978 issue of Space Encounters magazine featuring an article
on and, best of all, photos of this glorious space opera. Among the other films
showcased in this magazine that were new to me were Destination Moon
(1950) and The War of the Worlds (1953), the latter of which was depicted
in beautiful color, filling me with intrigue. When I think of science fiction
now, the images of Douglas Trumbull’s slow-moving spaceships gliding through
space in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) and the
mothership landing near Devil’s Tower in Steven Spielberg’s Close Encounters
of the Third Kind (1977), or the dystopian landscape of Los Angeles in
Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner (1982), come to mind. Back then, however, the
effects were a lot more primitive but no less effective to a child’s eyes: something
about the way these creepy-looking, Manta-shaped Martian ships with cobra-like
heads that fire a deadly heat ray capable of incinerating just about anything
in its path unnerved me. It is this film that is now available from Paramount
Home Video in a gorgeous new 4K UHD Blu-ray, in a double feature set of two
discs that also includes a standard Blu-ray of 1951’s When Worlds Collide,
clearly the lesser of the two films.
Dr.
Clayton Forrester (Gene Barry) is an atomic scientist who gets more than he
bargains for when he stumbles upon a heated object that has crash-landed
nearby. At the impact site, he meets Sylvia Van Buren (Ann Robinson) and her
pastor uncle, all confused by the scene before them. Later, Martian ships
emerge from the site, and it is reported that similar scenarios are playing out
in other parts of the country. The United States military finds their weapons (even
atomic bombs!) to be of no use against the Martian invaders who employ the use
of the heat rays. Clayton and Sylvia make their way to a farmhouse and
encounter a strange looking electronic eye that the Martians use to investigate
the premises, but Clayton hacks off the electronic eye and manages to collect a
blood sample from the arm of a wounded Martian that we only see briefly. Their
blood proves to be the key to understanding them, as well as their undoing: Earth’s
bacteria is too much for the Martians and their supposed invincibility no
longer is an issue when then germs bring about their demise.
The
War of the Worlds has
been around for over one hundred years in various forms, beginning life in the
late 1890’s as a multi-part story published in Cosmopolitan if you can
believe it, then as a novel and, most famously, as a notorious radio broadcast emceed
by Orson Welles on the night before Halloween in 1938 that led to mass panic by
those listeners unfortunate enough to miss not only the program’s beginning
disclaimer, but the three mid-broadcast announcements emphasizing the play’s
fictional nature. Listeners actually believed it to be a real news broadcast!
The film opened in New York on Thursday, August 13, 1953 at the Mayfair on 7th
and Broadway on a panoramic screen with stereophonic sound. It was nominated
for three Academy Awards: Film Editing, Sound Recording, and won by default for
Special Effects on Thursday, March 25, 1954 because no other film was in the
category. Steven Spielberg directed a
very effective interpretation of this material following the 9/11 attacks; that
version was released in the summer of 2005 and featured Gene Barry and Ann
Robinson as Tom Cruise’s in-laws at the film’s end (love it!).
The
new 4K Ultra High-Definition release contains the following extras that have
been ported over from the 2005 Paramount DVD of the film:
There
is a wonderful, feature-length audio commentary with Gene Barry and Ann Robinson.
There
is a secondary audio commentary with Joe Dante, Bob Burns, and Bill Warren
which is very funny, anecdotal and engaging.
The
Sky is Falling: Making The War of the Worlds (SD – 29:59)
H.G.
Wells: The Father of Science Fiction
(SD – 10:29)
The
Mercury Theater on the Air Presets: The War of the Worlds Radio Broadcast from
1938 (HD – 59:30)
Original
Theatrical Trailer (HD – 2:20)
When
Worlds Collide (1951),
released in New York on Wednesday, February 6, 1952 at the Globe on 46th
and Broadway, depicts the effects of a mob mentality when word gets out that
scientists have accurately predicted the end of the world but are shrugged off
as crackpot theorists. Dr. Cole Hendron (Larry Keating) is given photographs
from a pilot, David Randall (Richard Derr), who has taken them on the sly.
Along with his daughter Joyce Hendron (Barbara Rush), Dr. Hendron’s fears
become a reality. A star by the name of Bellus is on a collision course with
Earth and disaster is only eight months away, proving that aside from one’s own
personal health the most important asset a human can possess is time. Young,
healthy, and attractive people are singled out to make a future trip to a
planet, Zyra, that is travelling in Bellus’s orbit for purposes of continuing
the Human Race. First, however, a spaceship needs to be constructed to do this.
Along the way, Joyce has to choose between her boyfriend Dr. Tony Drake (Peter
Hansen) and her attraction to Randall while a wheelchair-bound wealthy
businessman, Sidney Stanton (John Hoyt), demands to be saved in exchange for
money and also wants the right to choose who goes on the ship. A mad dash is
made to build the ship (other countries around the world follow suit) and
miraculously the feat is pulled off in record time. Just as August 12th
arrives, the doubting Stanton berates the doomsday predictors until the world
begins crumbling around them. He tries fruitlessly to make it to the ship until
the door closes and it leaves Earth’s atmosphere, rocketing itself to Zyra,
where the passengers make a smooth landing and are greeted with the prospect of
a new life.
Both
of these films are the brainchild of György Pál Marczincsak, better known as
George Pal, who is also known to American audiences for his earlier colorful Puppetoons
films, and the charming 1950 Jimmy Durante-Terry Moore outing The Great
Rupert (1950). He would go on to direct Russ Tamblyn in both Tom Thumb
(1958) and The Wonderful World of The Brothers Grimm (1962), the latter
in Cinemarama.
The
War of the Worlds was
released on standard Blu-ray in 2020 on the Criterion Collection which had features different from the one provided here.
Likewise, When Worlds Collide was released in a now out-of-print special
edition from Imprint that included a handful of extras, although the sole extra
on this Blu-ray is the film’s trailer.
Recommended
for died-hard Pal fans!
Click here to order the limited edition release from Amazon
(Margolin with Charles Bronson in the 1974 film "Death Wish".)
By Lee Pfeiffer
Actor and director Stuart Margolin has died at age 82. No details or cause of death have been released as of this writing. Margolin's professional credits began in the early 1960s. He quickly became and in-demand character actor appearing in popular shows such as "The Fugitive", "Love, American Style", "The Alfred Hitchcock Hour", "Bewitched", "The Monkees", "Gunsmoke", "M*A*S*H", "Hill Street Blues", "The X-Files", "NCIS" and many others. He was also a prolific director of stage and screen productions. On the big screen, Margolin had supporting roles in "Kelly's Heroes", "Death Wish", "The Stone Killer", "The Gambler", "Days of Heaven", and "S.O.B." among others. He is best-remembered, however, for his collaborations with James Garner, especially relating to the hit TV series "The Rockford Files" in which he made recurring appearances, winning two Emmy awards in the process. He also co-starred with Garner in two short-running series, "Nichols" and "Bret Maverick".
On a personal note, this writer knew Stuart Margolin from our days as members of The Players, the historic club for the arts in New York City. When I would encounter Stuart there, he was always a fun guy to chat with, as his long career ensured he had volumes of interesting and amusing anecdotes. I recall him discussing Charles Bronson's personality quirks. He had made both "The Stone Killer" and "Death Wish" with Bronson. Shortly after shooting a key scene with him for the latter film, he ran into Bronson in an airport lounge and had to introduce himself to him because Bronson's insulated personality allowed him to shut out people and things that weren't relevant to the moment. Stuart was a gold mine of information when it came to assisting Cinema Retro in our special issue devoted to the making of "Kelly's Heroes". I recall him joking about the zany antics of the cast and crew when they were "stranded" for an extended period of time filming in a remote area of Yugoslavia. He said that all-night poker games occurred regularly and one was so intense that the players barely looked up to see the moon landing that was being televised live. At the time I knew him, his old friend James Garner was suffering from a debilitating medical condition that he would never recover from. Stuart spoke about how much Garner's friendship meant to his career and to him personally. He kept in touch with Garner until the end of his life. He was a kind and giving man who will be missed by anyone who knew him.
There
are two types of people in the world, and I don’t refer to young and old, rich
and poor, or me and everybody else.The
divide I have in mind is wider and deeper.On one side are those who would rather chew broken glass than watch Hollywood’s
old costume dramas about noble knights, evil viziers, and beautiful Tahitian
princesses.On the other side are those
like me who enjoy such fare in the same way we gravitate to Mac ’n Cheese and
other comfort food.It’s a soothing
callback to our childhoods when we devoured such movies on TV and the big
screen, in less strident and less cynical times—at least, they were less
strident and less cynical if you were ten years old.In the 1940s, two of the reigning luminaries
of the genre were Maria Montez and Jon Hall, who starred together in six
Technicolor productions for Universal Pictures, 1942-45.Three of the films have been released by Kino
Lorber Studio Classics on one disc, the “Maria Montez and Jon Hall Collection.”If you haven’t had occasion to discover what
movie escapism looked like in the era before today’s Middle Earth, planet
Tatooine, and Wakanda, the Montez/Hall triple feature provides a good
introduction.
In
“White Savage” (1943) directed by Arthur Lubin from an early script by future
Academy Award winning writer-director Richard Brooks, commercial fisherman
Kaloe (Hall) wants to harvest sharks off mysterious Temple Island.Health enthusiasts will pay well for shark
liver, “a great source of Vitamin A,” he says, sounding like today’s late-nite
pitchmen for dubious dietary supplements.After a meet-cute scene that wouldn’t be out of place in a 2022 romantic
comedy, the island’s ruler, Princess Tahia (Montez), falls for the handsome
adventurer and grants him access to the waters, only to turn against him later
when she’s duped by Sam Miller (Thomas Gomez), the sleazy owner of a gambling
den in nearby Port Coral.Miller has
learned that the titular temple on Temple Island includes a golden pool inlaid
with jewels.To plunder the treasure, he
first has to get Kaloe out of the way.Given Kaloe’s name, we assume that the shark hunter is Polynesian (Hall,
born Charles Felix Locher, was said to have had a Tahitian mother in real
life), but he wears a generic charter-captain outfit and skipper’s cap, not a
sarong.Montez, born Maria Gracia Vidal in a well to do Colombian family,
doesn’t look any more Polynesian than Hall.But old movies like this are more notable for oddball charm than
authenticity.This becomes even more
apparent when you think about a golden, gem-encrusted pool in the South Seas.Where did the gold and the jewels come
from?It’s further underlined when
Kaloe, framed by Miller for murder, is imprisoned on a platform guarded below
by African lions.Why not polar
bears?Not that audiences in 1943 would have
cared, as long as dad could ogle Maria Montez in vivid Technicolor, mom could
dream about Jon Hall, and the kids could identify with third-billed Sabu as
Kaloe’s mischievous younger sidekick, Orano.
“Gypsy
Wildcat” (1944) shifts locale to medieval Europe, exactly the kind of setting
and story parodied by Rob Reiner’s beloved 1987 comedy “The Princess Bride,” minus
Billy Crystal and Andre the Giant.When
a traveler is murdered near the castle of ruthless Baron Tovar (Douglas
Dumbrille), Tovar imprisons a band of Gypsies camped nearby.The Gypsies harbor another stranger, Michael
(Hall), who witnessed the murder and holds an important item of evidence sought
by the baron.The caravan’s dancing
girl, Carla (Montez), an orphan who was adopted by the Gypsies at infancy,
falls in love with Michael, to the displeasure of the Gypsy chief’s son, Tonio
(Peter Coe), who had hoped to marry her.Tovar, in turn, is smitten with Carla, who looks uncannily like a woman
in an old portrait that hangs in his private quarters.Well toward the end of the movie, the
characters in the story find out why; you’ll probably put two and two together
long before then.Of the three movies on
the Blu-ray disc, “Gypsy Wildcat” may be the purest example of Universal’s
genius in recycling and repurposing its contract actors, directors, and sets
from one film to the next across different genres in its movie-factory
heyday.The director, Roy William Neill,
was borrowed from the studio’s popular Sherlock Holmes series, as were Nigel
Bruce and Gale Sondergaard.Bruce plays
Tovar’s bumbling lackey in much the same spirit as he portrayed Dr. Watson to
Basil Rathbone’s Holmes.Sondergaard,
here the wife of the Gypsy king, is better remembered as “The Spider Woman” in
Neill’s 1943 Holmes mystery of the same name.Neill and producer George Waggner were also associated with Universal’s
iconic Wolf Man horror series, and the wagons driven by the Gypsies were
probably the same ones used for Maria Ouspenskaya’s Gypsy caravan in “The Wolf
Man.”Leo Carrillo, from Universal’s
B-Westerns, plays Anube, the Gypsy chief; he, Sondergaard, Coe, and the rest of
the troupe reflect producers’ venerable tradition of choosing ethnic-looking
but non-Romani actors to play Gypsies.The script was written by James M. Cain, a surprise if you know Cain
strictly as a giant of classic noir fiction with “The Postman Always Rings
Twice” and “Double Indemnity.”However,
it isn’t so startling when you remember that Cain was one of many celebrated
novelists who made good money on the side, writing or doctoring Hollywood
scripts.I met the late James M. Cain in
passing in the early 1970s, when he was guest speaker one night at a public
library in the Washington, D.C., suburbs, near where he lived in retirement at
the time.At eighty-one, he was
formidably tall, burly, bushy-haired, and bespectacled.When he amiably chatted with members of the
audience, he answered several questions I asked about his career—none of which
dealt with “Gypsy Wildcat,” I should note.
“Sudan”
(1945), Montez’s and Hall’s final film together, is set in ancient Egypt, where
the benevolent king of Khemis is murdered.The crime appears to be the work of an elusive rebel leader, Herua, who
has eluded all attempts to catch him through the usual means.The grieving Princess Naila (Montez) has a
better (or worse) idea.She will
disguise herself as a commoner, find Herua at a fair in Sudan where he
customarily buys horses for his band, and have him arrested.Here, Sudan is a colourful whirl of dancing
girls and camels, not the grim wasteland of starving children we now see on the
TV news.Naila doesn’t realise that her
grand vizier, Horadef, who schemes to seize power, was the actual
murderer.That fact is disclosed ten
minutes into the story, although most of us will already have caught on, given
that a) grand viziers in movies like this are always secretly masterminding
palace coups, and b) Horadef is played by the great George Zucco, who filled
similar roles in Universal’s horror series about the Mummy.Horadef pays slavers to kidnap Naila when she
goes undercover.Two horse thieves,
Merat and Nebka, come to her rescue.Merat is played by Hall, and Nebka by Andy Devine.Devine provides the same nasal-voiced comedy
relief that he did in countless Westerns, only wearing robes this time instead
of suspenders.When a handsome stranger
shows up (Turhan Bey), he and Naila fall in love with each other, before the
princess discovers that the stranger is Herua.Ably written by Edmund L. Hartmann and directed by John Rawlins, the
film could almost serve as a G-rated modern sequel to “Disney’s Aladdin,” except
for a scene where Naila is branded on the arm by the slavers, and another where
she and Herua retire to his tent for a night of passion.The Egyptian sets were ported over from two
earlier Middle Eastern fantasies starring Montez and Hall, “Arabian Nights” (1942)
and “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves” (1944).It hardly mattered that the Egypt of the Pharaohs and the Baghdad of Ali
Baba were two separate historical periods a thousand years apart, since
audiences’ apathy to such details “made little practical difference where the
story was set,” as critic Ian Cameron noted in his 1973 book, Adventure in
the Movies.1945 was a pivotal
moment in Universal Pictures’ history as the year it dropped the Montez and
Hall series, along with its B-horror films and Sherlock Holmes pictures.When the studio returned to the genre in the
early 1950s as Universal-International, it did so with a new generation of young
contract players like Rock Hudson and Yvonne de Carlo.Montez appeared in a few more pictures and
died in 1951 at 39.Hall had a long
career of Westerns, period adventures, and TV guest appearances through the
early 1960s, including baby-boomer fame as television’s “Ramar of the Jungle” in
the ‘50s.
Although
the Montez and Hall movies ran widely on TV during the same era as “Ramar of
the Jungle,” they were broadcast in grainy black-and-white, robbing them of
their lustrous big screen Technicolor.The
Kino Lorber Blu-ray restores their original sharpness and rich palette,
supplemented by engaging audio commentary from Phillipa Berry for “White Savage”
and “Sudan,” and David Del Valle for “Gypsy Wildcat.”Theatrical trailers and subtitles for the deaf
and hearing-impaired are also included.
“Maria
Montez and Jon Hall Collection” can be ordered from Amazon HERE.
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"RETRO-ACTIVE: THE BEST FROM THE CINEMA RETRO ARCHIVES"
BY LEE PFEIFFER
Olive Films has released a Blu-ray edition of the little-remembered and rarely seen 1979 film "The Outsider", a powerful drama directed by Tony Luraschi , who seemingly had a bright career but who, instead seems to have fallen into obscurity. This seems to be one of only two films he was ever credited with. The reasons for this remain unclear, given the fact that "The Outsider" is a powerful film that has retained its bite over the decades. One can only wonder why a work of such passion could not have inspired its director to continue to direct movies, although perhaps fate prevented him from doing so. (If any readers has any information to share about this, please let us know.) The film is set in Northern Ireland during the height of "The Troubles", that seemingly endless period of time when nation was torn apart by state of virtual civil was. The IRA routinely battled British forces on the streets of major cities, turning urban centers into war zones at times. There were also loyalist paramilitary groups that did not want independence for Northern Ireland and who wanted to stay loyal to the Crown. The end result was a series of bombings, gun battles and kidnappings that ultimately took thousands of lives and left the civilian population in grave danger. The Good Friday peace agreement, brokered by Prime Minister Tony Blair with enthusiastic backing of President Bill Clinton, finally brought about an end to most of the violence but this didn't take place until 1998 and until then, the bloody legacy of Irish fighting Irish forever seared the nation's history.
In "The Outsider", Craig Wasson plays Michael Flaherty, a disillusioned Vietnam War veteran of Irish descent who grew up under the spell of his grandfather (Sterling Hayden), who continues to relate stories about his glory days serving in the IRA and carrying out dangerous missions against the British. Michael decides to make his grandfather proud by leaving the family home in Detroit to join up with the IRA. He manages to make the proper contacts and when he gets to Ireland, he is promptly met by members of an IRA group located in the Catholic dominated Republic of Ireland. Here his new comrades greet him politely but warily and with good reason: traitors are not uncommon in the movement and there is suspicion Michael might be a British plant. Finally convinced he is sincere, they move him from safe house to safe house, much to his frustration. Michael is eager to see action against the British but all he gets are delays. After griping that he feels he is wasting his time, the IRA commander sends him and another agent on a mission that requires them to cross the border into Northern Ireland, the geographical area where most of the acts of violence are carried out in the quest to have both the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland reunited as one country, independent of British rule. When Michael arrives in Belfast, he finds the city resembling a war zone with bombed-out buildings and an occupying force of machine gun-carrying British forces on seemingly every corner. While he awaits his orders for the mission, he meets and strikes up a romantic relationship with Siobahn (Patricia Quinn), a firebrand of a young woman who hates the British for killing her younger brother. Although she is not officially with the IRA, she is trusted by them and provides cover for their actions. As Michael impatiently awaits making himself useful, a cruel deception is under way. The local IRA commander has come to the conclusion that Michael could be more valuable dead than alive. He theorizes that if the IRA murders him and frames the British, the result will outrage Irish American sympathizers in the USA who would then increase their monetary donations to the group. Simultaneously, the local British commander (Geoffrey Palmer) has had Michael under surveillance and has also concluded that he could be quite valuable dead- especially if the blame could be placed on his IRA comrades. Meanwhile, Michael is oblivious to all this and is finally given orders to proceed on a mission- but it's one that is intended to be his last. The film ends with a shocking revelation relating to Michael's family that sets up an emotional last scene.
"The Outsider" is a highly accomplished work and is superbly directed by the aforementioned Tony Luraschi. It's a pity that, for whatever reason, he never chose or perhaps had the opportunity to continue making films. The movie is also outstanding in terms of casting with even minor roles played so convincingly that at times you would be forgiven for thinking you were watching a documentary. The story does manage to deftly tip-toe through the tulips when it comes to passing judgment on the political implications of the events depicted. Both the British military and the IRA members are presented in an unflattering light. How you react to the film probably depends on your personal view of the politics involved. After all, one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. If there is a criticism of the film, it's related to the script, which is unrelentingly downbeat. Surely even IRA members managed to have a laugh and a joke occasionally in a pub but in "The Outsider", everyone is downbeat, depressed and paranoid. Still, the Olive Films Blu-ray is most welcome and very highly recommended. There is only one disappointment: the presentation is bare bones. With a film associated with this much controversy, there should have been a commentary track with scholars who can discuss Ireland's infamous "Troubles" so that the script can be discussed in context. Highly Recommended.
I’m
going to begin this review by cribbing a couple of sentences from my review of
Blue Underground’s double-feature Blu-ray of The Blood of Fu Manchu and The
Castle of Fu Manchu:Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu novels were wildly popular
pulps but unapologetically racist in construction, reflective of many western
attitudes of the day. His Fu Manchu series, the first novel having been
published in 1912, were written as blowback in the decade following the long
simmering anti-colonialist, anti-imperialist, anti-Christian, and decidedly
anti-British Boxer Rebellion of 1899-1901. OK, just needed to get that out
of the way before moving on… but we’ll return to examine this subject a bit
later.
I
suppose it’s fitting the fireworks of the Boxer Rebellion serve as the starting
point of Paramount’s The Mysterious Dr. Fu Manchu (1929). The film
flashes with scenes of Chinese fighters in Peking battling colonizing Brits
(and other western allies) in dramatic style. To make the uprising more
authentic in its stage dressing, the trades reported (March 16, 1929) the
filmmakers were planning to comb LA’s Chinatown in search of as many as “500
oriental actors and extras.” They apparently fell short of this ambitious goal.
Reporting four days later, the Los Angeles Evening Express derided, “Los
Angeles’s Chinatown has fallen down on the job,” causing the studio to widen
their search to “surrounding cities for reinforcements.”
It
was only a few weeks earlier (March 3, 1929) that Paramount announced Rowland
V. Lee was chosen to direct The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu (the true title
of Rohmer’s first novel featuring the fiendish villain). The film’s title was
soon amended to the easier-to-market The Mysterious Dr. Fu Manchu, with
“rehearsals” set to commence immediately on the first week of March. Lee, who
would go on to more famously direct such Universal features as Son of
Frankenstein and Tower of London (both 1939), was short-listed
having recently helmed two pictures for Paramount in 1929: Wolf of Wall
Street and The Women Who Needed Killing. Even as the Boxer Rebellion
battle scenes were being staged, it appears full casting for the film was still
not finalized: several of film’s players were not brought on until mid-April
1929. The film was given a tight shooting schedule, one wag noting “all night
sessions will be the order of things.”
There
were other hurdles to surmount. Hollywood was still making its earliest steps
in their exploration of sound-filmmaking. In April of 1929, the Los Angeles
dailies made note of the challenges of writing for the screen in this new
“sound era.” Filmmakers now needed to pointedly write and cast to address the
vagaries of “foreign” speech patterns and regional dialects. This challenge fell
particularly heavy on the screenwriters. “The dialogue voiced by Fu Manchu and
the other Chinese characters had to be “couched in this peculiar, flowery
oriental style,” according to the Los Angeles Times. “To once digress
from it would have been to possibly ruin the effect of the entire production.”
There
were other issues. There’s more than a bit of stilted over-acting present in The
Mysterious Dr. Fu Manchu: lots of theatrical over-emoting throughout,
several actor’s - understandably - not yet conversant with the new realities of
sound-recording. This is most obvious in the performance of actress Jean Arthur
cast as the beleaguered Lia Eltham, the mink-lined imprisoned daughter of the
man Fu Manchu holds responsible for the death of his wife and child. Arthur is
a great actress – she enjoyed a long career lasting from the early 1920s
through the mid-1960s – but her exaggerated silent-era gesturing and doleful
sways present in this first Fu film are a noticeable throwback to days passed.
I suppose Warner Oland’s Fu Manchu fares better than most as his character is
of course, written as inscrutable: reserved, reticent, cunning and
seemingly less susceptible to theatrical outbursts.
As
the title character, Orland of course stands dead center of the ensuing mayhem.
The actor, soon to command greater fame as the Chinese sleuth Charlie Chan in
the Monogram series, was – famously (or perhaps infamously) - not of Asian
descent. He was Swedish. Of course neither the previous of succeeding Fu
Manchus were of Chinese heritage. Oland’s predecessor Harry Agar Lyons (in a
series of silent-era shorts (1923-1924) was British as were two of Oland’s
successors, Boris Karloff and Christopher Lee. It’s fair to say Orland was the
most convincing non-Asian actor to play the role. Having worked in silent films
from 1912 through 1926, Oland’s “exotic” (by early Hollywood standards)
appearance allowed him to play an assortment of characters of physical
non-western heritage.
Oland
wasn’t bothered with such typecasting. The amount of work offered was
profitable and playing outside his own culture allowed him the chance to test
his abilities. “I like to play the Chinese roles because most of them give me
the opportunity to do some real acting,” he told the Scripps New Service. “In fact,
I like all the roles that give me a chance for difficult characterizations. I
believe character actors are the real backbone of most pictures. They are the
ones who give the production its atmosphere. And, incidentally, the character
actors are the ones who live the longest in the business.”
Obviously,
one can’t look at these Fu Manchu movies in this 21st Century
without groaning at the stereotypes, the insensitive dialogue, and – of course
- the casting of a non-Asian in the title role. To be fair, Caucasians are
damned and thrown under the bus as well. “The white men are kind and generous,”
Fu Manchu soothes his frightened daughter as he finds his home in the crossfire
between British snipers and Boxer rebels. But his opinion soon changes when his
wife and daughter find themselves collateral damage of Britain’s superior
firepower. Now, with the “white men” having failed in their promise to protect
his family and home, Fu has an awakening. “I’ve been blind,” Fu Manchu rages.
“These whites are barbarians, devils, fiends!” Which sets him off to
exact revenge on the offspring of the westerners he holds responsible.
That’s
essentially the plot device of both films in this new set from Kino Lorber. The
two film’s play out much as movie serials of the 1940s do. Lots of villainy,
lots of episodic action, a distressed gal, and a heroic paramour (in this case,
the handsome Neil Hamilton, “Commissioner Gordon” of TV’s Batman (1966).
It’s not great art, but it was – in its time, no doubt – a suspenseful and fun
thrill-ride. Paramount offered previews of The Mysterious Dr. Fu Manchu
in late spring/early summer of ’29 at the Westlake Theatre. Initial critical
reaction was muted: the earliest previews of the original cut ran the gamut
from “overlong” to “somewhat sketchy.” Regardless, upon national release, the
film did well enough that by late January of 1930, the trades announced both
director Lee and Oland (and indeed the entire primary cast of the original)
were to return for a rousing sequel The Return of Dr. Fu Manchu.
In
his promotion of this second coming, Lee – again, tapped to direct - pointed
out the sinister Fu Manchu was intriguing as he was no ordinary gangster. He
was a super-villain, a worthy adversary to Inspector Nayland Smith (O.P.
Heggie). Their rivalry and brinksmanship was much in the tradition of Sir
Arthur Conan Doyle’s Holmes vs. Moriarty. “Dangerous criminals make fascinating
prey,” Lee contended. “Such a man is the fictitious Dr. Fu Manchu. His
mentality, although diverted into wrong channels, is as keen as that of those
who pursue him. He knows what to expect.”
Oland’s
Fu is far more loquacious than inscrutable in this second film. There’s a lot
of bantering dialogue and threats tossed. Perhaps too many. As one critic noted
in his review of The Return of Fu Manchu, “Where is this oriental
laconicism they talk about? Dr. Fu is one of the most garrulous individuals on
record.” Though decrying the film’s excessive verbiage, the reviewer conceded
the film did possess “the virtues of movement… events tumbling over each other
in endless succession from start to finish.” Which sounds, more than a little,
of what critics thought of the crazy but entertaining James Bond opus Moonraker
a half-century later. Not great art, again. But great fun… for some.
I
suspect the audience for this particular Fu Manchu set will be split somewhat
evenly between aficionados of early sound-films and Cinema Study students
examining Race and Ethnicity Depictions of Early Hollywood. There’s a lot to
uncomfortableness to mine through here, no shortage of political and cultural
tripwire hazards in this “woke” era. Are the Fu Manchu pulps and films racist?
Well, of course they are. The question is whether or not the films are still
viable. In his intriguing book Charlie Chan: The Untold Story of the
Honorable Detective and His Rendezvous with American History, Professor
Yunte Huang accepts that many will always view Oland’s Chan as a “Yellow Uncle
Tom,” his impersonations akin to that of a blackface minstrel. But he also
notes that upon Oland’s visit to Shanghai in 1933, local audiences celebrated
the actor for “bringing to life the first positive [Chinese] character in
American film.”
So
it’s all complicated. As an amateur historian, I personally think artifacts of
days ancient and not-so-ancient should be preserved for study and education.
Such storytelling shines light on our past and the best (and worst) aspects of
our world and ourselves. In terms of simple film-collecting, perhaps the
appearance of these two rare-ish Fu Manchu films might pique the interest of
fans of Oland’s far better known Charlie Chan series. In 2009 20th
Century Fox issued an essential five box DVD collection of the actor’s Chan
oeuvre, so there’s evidently interest in Oland’s filmography even some ninety-years
on.
It
might be somewhat disappointing to those more knowledgeable collectors that
Kino chose not to (or perhaps were unable?) to include the third and final film
of the Oland Fu Manchu series on this set. In 1931 Paramount released The
Daughter of Fu Manchu, the last (and, arguably, least) of the series, but
one featuring Anna May Wong as the featured character. To my knowledge The
Daughter of Fu Manchu has never been given a proper official release on
home video, though copies of the film have long been found on the grey-market.
(In 1984 the Video Marquee label issued a clamshell VHS edition of the film as
part of their “Joe Franklin’s Collectibles” series – but I’m not certain this
release had any official sanction). In any case, a two-disc Blu-ray set of this
triumvirate would have surely satiated the desires of the sad Completists
amongst us. I’m not complaining, mind you. While some might wish such dated
fare be removed from circulation as not to offend anyone’s sensibilities, I’m
grateful Kino Lorber continues to shine light on such obscure and mostly
forgotten films from Hollywood’s Golden Age.
This
Kino Lorber Studio Classics Blu-ray edition of The Mysterious Dr. Fu
Manchu/The Return of Dr. Fu Manchu is presented here in 1920x1080p, dts
sound and with an attractive slipcase cover. The film looks very good
considering its age, though neither print is pristine: there are occasional
flashes of white and black emulsion scratches present throughout, and some
shots appear a bit soft. The set rounds off with several theatrical trailers of
period films as well as welcome commentaries courtesy of novelist and critic
Tim Lucas of Video Watchdog fame.
Back in the early 1990s, when I was around seventeen
years-old, a friend and I took a train down to London to see a musical on
Shaftesbury Avenue. It was our first time in the big city. We got there early, so we decided to go for a
walk around the area. This meant that within minutes we found ourselves
wandering the streets of Soho. It was about 10 AM, and we walked down its
streets and alleys slightly goggle-eyed at the sex shops and clubs. As we
walked past one venue a man asked us, “Do you want to see some girls?”, and we
panicked and ran back to the relative safety of Shaftesbury Avenue, deciding we
would get into less trouble whiling away the time in McDonalds.
Soho seems to have always had a reputation for sex and
vice. From the Windmill Theatre to the Raymond Revue Bar, and from private
members cinemas to the phone boxes plastered with calling cards offering
personal services, entering the alleyways of Soho was like stepping into another
world free from the moralising judgment of conventional society. But it wasn’t
just about sex. The film industry had also set up shop, with all the major, and
many minor, film companies establishing their UK base in offices around Soho
Square and on Wardour Street. Even the British Board of Film Classification
(originally the British Board of Film Censors) can be found there. Soho’s pubs,
clubs and restaurants attracted artists, musicians, politicians, journalists
and celebrities, as well as prostitutes, gangsters and corrupt cops. It’s no
wonder that this vibrant, Bohemian and occasionally dangerous atmosphere became
the source of so many stories. The film producers of Soho only had to look out
of their windows for inspiration.
In Soho on Screen, screenwriter and journalist
Jingan Young delves into the origins of Soho and its function as a refuge for
migrants. After the Second World War additional migration saw the rise of coffee
bars and restaurants offering food from a dazzling array of countries,
cementing this notion of a cosmopolitan oasis in the centre of London. There is
interesting discussion on a number of films set in Soho during this designated
time period of 1948-1963, perhaps the golden age before the shine started to
wear off towards the end of the 1960s. Many British films were set in Soho,
from the Val Guest mystery Murder at the Windmill (1949) through to the
new youth-oriented films like Expresso Bongo (1960, also by Val Guest
and starring a young Cliff Richard) and Beat Girl (1960). Sometimes the
streets of Soho themselves were used as locations, but often parts of Soho were
completely recreated in studios, such as the lavish Miracle in Soho
(1957). On the latter film Young explores the way the movie attempted to
reflect the migrant experience in Soho, sadly to a poor box office performance.
Films that played on Soho’s more notorious reputation for sleaze and glamour
tended to be more successful, such as the strip club settings of the Jayne
Mansfield-starring Too Hot to Handle (1960) or The Small World of
Sammy Lee (1963).
Young’s writing is engaging and well-researched, and, as
with many of these types of books, will leave the reader seeking out many of
the films analysed. It’s a fascinating period in British cinema history, and
focusing on films connected to this one square mile of London is a great way to
really dig into that history. Soho on Screen is highly recommended.
During the writing process Jingan Young also started a
podcast called Soho Bites, which is still going (now with a different
presenter) and has a great back catalogue of discussions on all sorts of
interesting films and topics. It can be found here: https://www.sohobitespodcast.com/
Audie
Murphy plays himself in “To Hell and Back,” available on Blu-ray from Kino
Lorber. When I was a kid, the name Audie Murphy was very familiar to me and my
friends as the most decorated American soldier of WWII. And if that wasn’t
enough to make me an Audie Murphy fan, he was also the star of countless movie
westerns which I watched on repeat airings on TV. When “To Hell and Back” made
the rounds on TV, all other activities stopped so we could watch his Medal of
Honor exploits on the small screen, and then replay them in our minds in the
weeks that followed. We imagined killing Nazis on our way to and from grade
school. Thoughts and countless discussions about driving Jeeps with mounted .50
caliber machine guns, jumping sand dunes ala “The Rat Patrol,” and driving half-tracks
and Sherman tanks while firing rounds on the enemy.
The
film, which was released in 1955, opens with an introduction by retired four-star General Walter Bedell
Smith setting the stage for meeting a young Audie at home in rural northeastern
Texas in 1937. Born in 1925, he was part of a large family, abandoned by their
father and left alone after their mother died, leaving his younger siblings in
foster care. Murphy left school to work and help care for his family at the age
of 12. His skills at hunting and using a gun would aid him during his military
service. Underage after the attack on Pearl Harbor, his older sister helped
falsify his records so he could enlist in the Army. After basic training at Ft.
Lewis, Washington, Murphy shipped to North Africa, but he saw no action as the enemy
had just surrendered. Murphy isn’t thought of too highly at this point in the
story, by his peers or his commanding officers.
The
story shifts to the invasion of Sicily followed by the invasion of Italy and then
combat in France where Murphy distinguishes himself in battle and receives
America’s highest military honor, the Medal of Honor. The movie moves along at
a brisk pace but we never really get to know his buddies and the bonds they
created, as the focus is oncus on the action set pieces and deaths of his
friends. Murphy is promoted from private to platoon sergeant and then to a field
commission to second lieutenant. The movie depicts the highlights from his real
life exploits including when he singlehandedly takes on an army of advancing
German soldiers by firing the machine gun on a burning Sherman tank and halting
the German advance, thereby saving the lives of many Americans. Murphy was
severely wounded and suffered the rest of his life from what is now commonly
known as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Murphy is credited with killing an
estimated 240 German soldiers and wounding and capturing far more. It’s almost
too much to expect so much can be told in a movie with a running time of 106
minutes.
Murphy
released his autobiography, “To Hell and Back,” in 1949 which became the basis
for this film. Murphy declined the offer to attend the Military Academy at West
Point, but remained an Army Reserve officer and served in the Texas National
Guard, retiring with the rank of Major. Murphy did accept the call to Hollywood,
along with fame, fortune and a gambling addiction. His successful movie career
began in 1948, mostly in Westerns, ending in 1969 after featuring in 44 movies.
He also starred in a troubled 1961 TV series “Whispering Smith” which some
deemed too violent for television. Murphy died in a plane crash on 28 May 1971.
He’s buried in Arlington National Cemetery and his grave is the second most
visited after President John F. Kennedy.
“To
Hell and Back” was a Universal production filmed at Universal Studios and on
location in California in widescreen CinemaScope. It’s a pity the production
didn’t do actual location filming in Italy and France, but this was uncommon at
the time. The movie was directed by Jesse Hibbs with a screenplay by Gil Dovel
based on Murphy’s best selling biography of the same name. Music was supervised
Joseph Gershenson making use of common Army songs and an otherwise sparse
score. It would be great if Hollywood saw fit to remake this story. The movie
became a huge hit and was Universal’s most successful film until the release of
“Jaws” in 1975.
The
disc features an entertaining audio commentary by Steve Mitchell and Steven Jay
Rubin. It’s worth watching the movie twice, the second time with the commentary
track which is like hanging out with a couple of buddies sharing anecdotes and
facts about the film. Their audio commentaries are always insightful and
entertaining and this one contributes greatly to this Blu-ray release which is
a worthy upgrade from previous DVD versions released over the years. The other
extras are the trailer for this and other Kino Lorber titles. I highly
recommend this disc for Audie Murphy fans and fans of military movies.
LAWA, the Austrian synthesist Alain Leonard
and drummer Alex Wank, have combined again to deliver a dark and brooding
nightmare vision with their latest nod to the electro European scores of the
past with 'Manipulation' (Cine 27). With Manipulation, the emphasis is largely
based upon sterile, heavy electronics and progressive pounding percussion, very
reminiscent of the industrial soundscape which dominated so many of the best
synth-based scores of the 80s. The album offers a tense and dramatic selection
of tracks which are both heavy and dark, so you certainly won’t find any
hillside harmonies here, 'The Sound of Music' it ain't!. In fact, LAWA’s approach
paints a very dystopian picture, a ‘steampunk’ society of paradise truly lost.
But one shouldn’t be disillusioned by the prospect of nightmare scenarios and
visions of a nuclear holocaust, as LAWA’s approach is both varied and
effectively executed.
A great deal of the tracks lean more towards
a dark, synth-pop vibe - and (in most instances) laced with an impending threat
of horror and doom. 'Manipulation' does however offer a listening experience
constructed of many different flavours. Tracks like ‘injection’ are slower,
pulsating tension-builders and could easily form the basis of any Italian
Zombie movie, while tracks such as ‘Konstrukt’ make the apocalyptic sound
practically joyous with its infectious throbbing backbeat. 'Manipulation'
certainly transports you and has the refreshing ability to keep you guessing
throughout.
'Manipulation' is a beautifully produced album
with a deep, punchy audio range. LAWA’s LP has been pressed on an attractive
mixed black and blue 180g vinyl with a black inner. The cover design is
reflective of its industrial theme, and comes as a UV Spot varnished sleeve.
This is a vinyl only release and is limited to just 500 copies (300 in the
black / blue vinyl and 200 in solid black).
Whilst 'Manipulation' is available now, it does
form part of a 2-record set. Its sister record release, 'Instrumentalisation'
(Cine 28) will also be released separately on vinyl at the beginning of 2023.
Furthermore, there will be a CD Version with both albums featured on one CD.
This CD Edition comes with an alternative, combined artwork and will come with
the vinyl edition of Instrumentalisation. This is the reason behind Cineploit’s
decision not to release a dedicated CD edition of 'Manipulation'. The CD Version
will have an alternative track order.
Cineploit are offering some special pre-order
deals, so it’s worth checking them out at their site at www.cineploit.com
(Darren Allison is the Soundtracks Editor for Cinema Retro magazine.)
Cinema Retro has received the following press release:
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A touchstone of postmodern film, PULP FICTION is a
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for Best Feature and the Academy Award® for Best Original Screenplay. The
film features a star-studded cast, including John Travolta, Samuel L. Jackson,
Uma Thurman, Harvey Keitel, Tim Roth, Amanda Plummer, Maria de Medeiros, Ving
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Here Are Some Facts on the
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Deleted Scenes
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Behind the
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Production Design Featurette
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Siskel & Ebert "At
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Independent Spirit Awards
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Cannes Film Festival – Palme
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Hard to believe, but it's been a bit over ten years since the release of "Skyfall", which would go on to become the top-grossing James Bond movie ever, not to mention one of the most critically-acclaimed. In a recent interview with The Hollywood Reporter, the film's director Sam Mendes reflects on the making of the film and provides some retrospective personal insights. Click here to read.
Director Stanley Kramer's 1970 comedy "The Secret of Santa Vittoria" is now streaming on Amazon Prime. Until the late, great video company Twilight Time released the film on Blu-ray some years ago, I hadn't seen the movie since it was originally released and only had vague recollections of it. Watching it again, I found it to be an absolute delight thanks to a terrific script by Ben Maddow and William Rose (the latter co-wrote Kramer's "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World") and a sterling cast. The film is set in 1943 in the small Italian village of Santa Vittoria. The story opens with a young university studio, Fabio (Giancarlo Giannini in one of his first major roles) who hurries to his native town to breathtakingly inform the residents that Mussolini has just been deposed. The announcement is met with a collective yawn by the townspeople, who have remained largely immune from the effects of the war and their dictator's fascist police state. However, when the towns folk learn that German soldiers will be occupying Santa Vittoria, there is widespread concern. The town's one claim to fame is its production of popular wines which are exported in massive numbers. Everyone in town depends in some way on the revenues from the wine sales and it becomes apparent that the German army intends to confiscate the town's precious inventory. Through happenstance, a local wine merchant, Bombolini (Anthony Quinn) has been appointed mayor. He is regarded as an idiot by everyone including his long-suffering wife Rosa (Anna Magnani), who has grown weary over the decades of trying to cope with his laziness and regular bouts of wine-fueled excesses. Recognizing that the seizure of the town's stockpile of wine will leave the locals destitute, Bombolini devises a seemingly preposterous plan to leave enough wine on hand to satisfy the Germans that they have secured the lion's share of the inventory. Meanwhile, prior to their arrival, the entire town will participate in a massive effort to hide the bulk of the inventory in a local cave and then have a wall constructed to hide the stash. The plan proves surprisingly effective and Bombolini emerges as an unlikely leader, who rallies the locals in the Herculean effort that involves hundreds of townspeople forming seemingly endless lines in which people painstakingly pass hundreds of thousands of bottles from hand to hand one-by-one.
When the German forces finally arrive, they are under the command of Capt. von Prum (Hardy Kruger). He is a civil, even charming, fellow who nevertheless makes it clear to Bombolini that he is no fool. von Prum has anticipated that substantial wine bottles are hidden somewhere but Bombolini, who puts on a respectable act of being a fawning, spineless civil servant, adamantly denies the charge. The tenuous situation is made more dangerous when von Prum turns his attentions to romancing a local beauty, a cultured woman named Caterina (Virna Lisi), who reluctantly plays along with him because she doesn't want to incur his wrath. Seems she is secretly hiding her real lover, an Italian army deserter, Tufa (Sergio Franchi). It seems Bombolini is winning the war of wills but before the Germans can depart with the stores of wine, the Gestapo arrives with evidence that a cache has indeed been hidden. The frolicking good times seem over for the townspeople when von Prum's methods are overruled in favor of torture.
The Secret of Santa Vittoria is a truly underrated gem with one of those glorious, scenery-chewing performances that only Anthony Quinn could successfully pull off without looking hammy. He's in full Zorba mode here, turning the lowly and discredited town idiot into a figure of courage and nobility. Quinn is more than matched by Anna Magnani as his fiery-tongued wife. They are like an Italian version of Ralph and Alice Kramden, constantly trading barbs and insults in sequences that are genuinely amusing. It's also fun watching the scenes in which the beleaguered Bombolini must also deal with his teenage daughter's (Patrizia Valturri) raging hormones and her quest to lose her virginity to her student lover, Fabio. Director Kramer is at his best and the sequences in which the townspeople join together to hide the wine are almost epic in scope. It's a touching, funny and moving film that is set to a fabulous score by frequent Kramer collaborate Ernest Gold.
If you're a fan of "The Munsters" TV series, then your hearse has come in. MPI Video has released a terrific and fun DVD with the rather awkward title "Marineland Carnival with The Munsters TV Show Cast Members & More Lost Treasures". The centerpiece of the disc is an obscure 1965 TV special that finds the cast of the show (Fred Gwynne, Yvonne De Carlo, Al Lewis, Butch Patrick and Pat Priest) paying a visit to the beloved California aquarium/theme park that operated from 1954 until 1987 when it was purchased by (and closed by) the villainous owners of Sea World in San Diego. The special was broadcast in B&W on CBS, the same network that aired the weekly sitcom, which was also in B&W. (The Munsters did appear in color on the big screen in the feature film "Munster, Go Home!" in 1966). The TV special is corny and acts primarily as an extended commercial for the park but it is also quaint and charming compared to the raw comedy that kids today are raised on. In the show, the Munsters remain oblivious to the fact that they stand out from everyday people. They believe a giant tank consisting of sharks and octopi is actually a pet store. Grandpa also takes to flagpole climbing and Butch and Marilyn join the audience for the dolphin show, where Herman joins the act, feeding one of the dolphins that is trained to make high leaps. The New Christy Minstrels, a popular folk singing group of the era, also perform a number of songs.
The release includes a treasure trove of TV rarities relating to the series:
Fred Gwynne making guest appearances in costume for comedy sketches on "The Danny Kaye Show" and "The Red Skelton Hour".
Yvonne De Carlo in a guest appearance from 1968 on Joey Bishop's chat show. She talks extensively and affectionately about the show and her fellow cast members but acknowledges that the two-hour procedure for applying makeup was a grueling ordeal that had to be undertaken five days a week. She also says that the series' run of two seasons was just long enough.
A new interview with Butch Patrick in which he tells some highly interesting and amusing tales about filming the series. He relates that for the pilot, the roles of Eddie and his mother Lily were played by different actors. CBS approved the series but wanted those actors replaced, thus Patrick go the job. He has nothing but good things to say about the experience, noting he was eleven years-old but looked much younger. He recalls being thrilled to be filming at Universal because he was a fan of the studio's classic monster movies and got to see the stages where they were shot. He also liked seeing other films and TV series in production and meeting the makeup people and seeing their creations for horror and sci-fi films. He also recalls the making visits to the studio of George Barris, who created seemingly every legendary TV vehicle including the Munsters' distinctive car.
A rare TV promo for the special as well as generic CBS promos for the regular series.
There is also an abundance of unrelated promotions for other MPI video sets of TV shows and specials from the era starring Bob Cummings, Lucille Ball, Jackie Gleason, Donna Reed, and Doris Day that are available from the company.
The DVD begins with a disclaimer acknowledging that the source print for the TV material has imperfections but I thought it stood up remarkably well. I must confess that in the rivalry between fans of "The Munsters" and "The Addams Family", I was firmly on the Addams side of the debate. That show was more daring with its politically incorrect situations, funnier characters and blatant sexual overtones between Gomez and Morticia. But I have to admit that I very much enjoyed this MPI release and relished the admittedly dated and gentle humor. If you like the show, this is a "must-have".
Before you roll your
eyes at the thought of yet another film review book, hear me out: Nick Cato,
author, podcaster and columnist, is not simply offering us his opinion on
dozens of forgotten 1970s and 1980s exploitation films including Hitch Hike
to Hell, Goin’ All the Way, Horror Planet (aka Inseminoid),
Lunch Wagon Girls, The Loch Ness Horror and Psychos in Love,
but he is also recalling the experience of watching those films in cinemas in
and around the New York area. This is a series of flashbacks to a time in the
early 1980s when, as a teenage boy, he and his friends were interested primarily
in two things; horror and nudity, and the lengths that they would go to in
order to gain admission to the cinemas where these films were showing. He
discusses the enticing ad campaigns, clearly aimed at him and people like him,
and how frequently they were disappointed by the films themselves. He also
recalls the viewing experience, where often the worse the film got, the louder
and more entertaining the audience became. There was even a time a friend’s
ex-girlfriend dumped a milkshake all over them. These digressions and
descriptions of noisy, howling audiences really paint a vivid picture of that
grindhouse experience that has become so mythologised of late thanks to the
likes of Tarantino. For those of us who never attended such a venue,
recollections like these here are akin to a dispatch from the front line.
Originating as a
column on the Cinema Knife Fight site, Cato wrote about dozens of films
and cinema-going experiences, and he also took the opportunity to occasionally
discuss more recent films and speak to filmmakers and actors. Interviewed in
this book is, amongst others, Peaches Christ, the director of 2010’s All
About Evil, and grindhouse royalty in the form of director Frank
Henenlotter.
Suburban
Grindhouse is a nostalgic and entertaining look back at
the cinema experience in the early 1980s, when a thirteen-year-old boy with a
moustache could gain entrance to R-rated films and be either titillated or
terrified, sometimes by the films and at other times by the audience.
Cinema Retro has received the following press release:
“A hilarious and morose invocation of a lost world.
Anyone who has ever been movie-mad will relish this irrepressibly digressive,
surprise-filled, exquisitely written memoir (sort of). I certainly did.”
—Phillip Lopate Novelist
Todd McEwen grew up in a sleepy suburb just thirteen
miles from Hollywood, and at a young age he became obsessed with the big
screen. In this collection of essays—part memoir, part film criticism—McEwen
spins lush, technicolor memories. He recalls early mornings watching Laurel and
Hardy, matinées of Chinatown, and of course, his site of worship: his hometown
movie theater.
Cary Grant’s Suit is at once a love letter to old
Hollywood, a portrait of McEwen’s postwar, sunbelt neighborhood, and a sharp
analysis of a particular moment in American cultural history. The suburban
cul-de-sacs of McEwen’s childhood serve as the stage where the fears and
obsessions of the era are acted out: the neighborhood kids play “war” in the
pool and reenact The Wizard of Ozon the sidewalk. In this environment, McEwen
develops a keen eye for the desires and domestic dynamics, the technological
optimism and looming anxiety of the era. He uses this sensitivity to produce
shrewd (and often hilarious) readings of the films of his youth.
Grant in Hitchcock's "North by Northwest": Stylish even when running for his life.
(Photo: Cinema Retro Archive)
This collection includes essays on: Casablanca (in which
McEwen humorously catalogs the many drinks and cigarettes that appear
throughout the film), Laurel and Hardy (and its resonances with the domestic
and technological anxieties of the 1950s), The 39 Steps(and a trip to Scotland
to retrace the hero’s path), Chinatown(as an object of obsession), White
Christmas(as a “treatise on the textures of the Fifties”), not to mention the
titular essay on North by Northwest (arguing that “[it] isn’t about what
happens to Cary Grant, it’s about what happens to his suit”),and many, many
more.
Todd McEwen was born in Southern California in the 1950s.
As a child he was interested in comedy and the undersea realm and was terrified
by Bambi. In high school he had his own radio show, interviewing folk singers
and puzzle inventors. At college he read Victorian and medieval English
literature. He worked in radio, theatre, and the rare books trade before
arriving in Scotland in the 1980s. After a spell at Granta, he has often worked
as an editor and teacher. His novels include Fisher’s Hornpipe, McX: A Romance
of the Dour, Who Sleeps with Katz, and The Five Simple Machines.