The
Christopher Guest “Ensemble†was on a roll after the success of the wonderful Best
in Show (2000), which in turn was the follow-up to the brilliant Waiting
for Guffman (1996). I informally call it the “Ensemble†because
actor/writer/director Guest tends to make ensemble pictures featuring a stock
company of ridiculously talented comic actors. Not all the actors appear in
each Christopher Guest movie, but familiar faces are in every title.
It
all began, really, with This is Spinal Tap (1984), which Guest did not
direct (Rob Reiner did), but Guest and his partners in comedy, Michael McKean
and Harry Shearer, were likely the driving forces behind this “mockumentaryâ€
about a fictional rock band. The mockumentary genre, of course, is a comedy
that is presented as if it’s a documentary. Spinal Tap was a massive hit
and became a cult movie. It wasn’t until a little over a decade later that
Guest pulled together some of the same creative team to make Guffman,
which was about a small town community theatre (McKean and Shearer do not
appear in it, but they co-wrote the songs with Guest). More importantly, the
film featured the fabulous SCTV alumni Eugene Levy and Catherine O’Hara, who
are today basking in the deserved success of their TV show Schitt’s Creek.
Other Guest stalwarts were in the cast as well, such as Fred Willard, Parker
Posey, and Bob Balaban.
Best
in Show was
next, and this time McKean was back along with Levy, O’Hara, Posey, Willard,
and others. This one, about the world of dog shows/competitions, was extremely
popular, and it paved the way for A Mighty Wind, a send-up of the folk
music scene of the 1960s. Interestingly, the Coen Brothers tackled the same
subject a decade later with Inside Llewyn Davis in a more serious vein, but the brothers put together an authentic live
concert featuring many real folk acts in much the same way that A Mighty Wind brings together several fictional folk acts for a contemporary reunion
concert in the film.
The Spinal Tap boys are back (Guest, McKean,
Shearer) as The Folksmen. The New Main Street Singers is a parody of a New Christy
Minstrels-style large ensemble group and feature John Michael Higgins, Jane
Lynch, Parker Posey, Paul Dooley, and others. Finally, the duo Mitch &
Mickey (Levy and O’Hara) were a couple back when they made records, but there
was a painful breakup. They haven’t spoken in decades—but they’ve agreed to
perform again for the reunion concert being mounted by the promoter and son
(Balaban) of the bands’ deceased music producer.
All of Guest’s films are improvised by the cast. In
many ways, Guest is the Robert Altman of comedy. Every performer here nails his or her
character—and they’re all excellent singers and musicians to boot! The songs
are clever and hilarious, especially those by The Folksmen. Mitch &
Mickey’s love ballad, “A Kiss at the End of the Rainbow,†is such a
crowd-pleaser that it was nominated for Best Song at the Oscars (written by
McKean and Annette O’Toole) and both Levy and O’Hara performed it at the
Academy Awards ceremony of 2004.
The Warner Archive has ported over their original
DVD to high definition, and it looks great. All of the supplements from that
edition are present, too—a wonderful audio commentary by Guest and Levy; loads
of deleted and additional scenes; the complete reunion concert without edits;
the complete “vintage TV appearances†by the bands, of which only excerpts are
seen in the finished film; and the theatrical trailer. This reviewer especially
likes the deleted scene in which The Folksmen argue about the lyrics to a song
that contains the phrase, “Hey Nonny No, Nanny Ninny Noâ€â€”or is it “Hey Nonny
No, Nonny Ninny O� (Apparently there’s an iron clad rule—Nonny comes before Ninny!)
Oddly, the only supplement from the DVD that does not appear here are the
“biographies†of the bands that were static screen text displays, but this being
missing is negligible.
A Mighty Wind is well worth the upgrade to Blu-ray. The movie is a heck of a lot of
fun, full of laughs and charm, and you’ll find yourself humming the tunes
later. Highly recommended.
For
a while, it didn’t look like we’d get to see Woody Allen’s most recent film, A
Rainy Day in New York. Amazon Studios had been the company behind it, but
when the #MeToo movement exploded in 2017 while the movie was in production,
decades-old allegations against the filmmaker resurfaced, and Amazon dropped
the picture. It had originally been slated for a 2018 release, but the search
for a new distributor took another year. Finally premiering in Poland in 2019,
and ultimately in the U.S. in 2020, A Rainy Day brought Woody fans back
to an alternate universe Manhattan that exists only in the pictures of Woody Allen.
It’s
very typical Woody Allen stuff, yet another valentine to his beloved
city. In fact, for fans of the filmmaker’s work, in many ways it’s a somewhat
refreshing return to a milieu of decades past in which a new picture by Allen
would evoke the illusion that we’re in a Manhattan that exists only in the
universe of Woody Allen movies. A Rainy Day in New York is about upper
class, snobby, intellectual young people who seem to have stepped out of the
1970s and into today. Therein lies the rub, as one might find these characters
a little difficult to believe as real in the year 2020.
Nevertheless,
it’s decent middle-of-the-road fare for Woody Allen. Since the New Millennium,
the director’s output has been hit and miss (and more miss). This is an
in-between. It’s enjoyable and will bring back much of the vibe that admirers
of Allen’s work once felt when viewing his movies. For those who have turned
their backs on the filmmaker, it will likely be a turn-off.
The
actors are winning and attractive, even if their characters and dialogue are
out of another era. The script may be phone-in Woody, but there are some funny
lines and charming, sweet sequences that typify his pictures. Vittorio
Storaro’s cinematography provides a gorgeous view of the city, and there’s no
question that this is indeed a handsome, feast of a visual production.
MPI’s
Blu-ray release is a no-frills package with no bonus features, but it looks
marvelous. If you’re a fan, you’ll probably have a pleasant hour-and-a-half with
A Rainy Day in New York. It will remind you of a time when a new Woody
Allen film was an event, and the bittersweetness of the nostalgia will
permeate your viewing. It’s too bad that the movie has so much… baggage.
Turner
Classic Movies (TCM) has lately been getting into the publishing business with
such tomes as The Essentials (two volumes) and now this
handsomely-designed and intricately-researched book on some of the lesser
known, somewhat sensational stories from Hollywood’s past.
Written
by popular Instagrammer Carla Valderrama (@thiswashollywood and
@thiswasfashion), This Was Hollywood—Forgotten Stars & Stories (published by Running Press) presents
a bundle of Tinsel Town tales that have a slightly tabloid feel to them, and
yet they are as irresistible as a sighting of your favorite star at Hollywood
and Vine. Many of these accounts come from the long, lost vaults of movieland
history.
For
example, the book opens with the early beginnings of the town of Hollywood and
how the “movies†(as the people in the budding film industry were called
by the locals) took over and turned the sleepy community into one of the
world’s most well-known cities. There’s a piece on the first movie star,
Florence Lawrence, who was so popular that when she moved from Biograph Studios
to IMP, she was promised that she would receive an actual billing of her name
on screen. You’ll learn the remarkable story of how Rin Tin Tin was found,
brought to America, and trained to be one of the biggest stars of the silent
era.
Some
of the stories you might know. There will be more that you didn’t. Clark
Gable’s love child. Sessue Hayakawa’s years as a “sex symbol.†Olivia de
Havilland’s lawsuits against Warner Brothers. Marni Nixon and her
“ghost-singing†for famous actresses in musicals. And much, much more.
The
hardcover edition comes with a lovely jacket that feels remarkably nice
in one’s hands. Kudos to the designers of both the exterior and especially the interior,
which is lavishly illustrated.
In
short, there is enough silver screen archaeology and anthropology here to make
any Hollywood history enthusiast salivate.
Also
available in e-book and audiobook formats (although the latter would surely be
missing the great visuals), This Was Hollywood is highly recommended.
Howard
Hawks’ biopic of American war hero Alvin C. York, Sergeant York, was the
highest grossing film of 1941. It received many accolades, including a Best
Actor Oscar for star Gary Cooper and a trophy for Film Editing. It was also nominated
for Best Picture, Director, Original Screenplay (John Huston was one of four
writers involved), Supporting Actor (Walter Brennan), Supporting Actress (Margaret
Wycherly), Cinematography, Art Direction, Music Score (by Max Steiner), and
Sound Recording. The film was released in the summer of ’41 and did very well
at the box office. By the time it was playing in rural America later in the
year, though, the attack on Pearl Harbor had occurred. The mobilization to
prepare for war helped give Sergeant York a second wave of financial
success and it continued to play on U.S. screens into 1942.
“Biopicâ€
may be too broad of a description of the movie because it covers only two years
of York’s life. The year is 1916 and York is already a grown man. York (Cooper)
lives in an extremely rural area of Tennessee, near the Kentucky border (one of
the bars he frequents with his best friends, played by Ward Bond and Noah
Beery, Jr., is divided by the state line on the floor—and Tennessee residents
must go to the Kentucky side of the place to purchase their liquor, and then
walk back across the room to the Tennessee side to sit and drink it). York is an
uneducated farmer (he can read, but an entire book is daunting for him) and
poor. He lives with his wise but stern mother (Wycherly) and two younger
siblings (the sister is played by a teen June Lockhart). The town—such as it
is—has an unofficial patriarch in the form of the pastor and general store
proprietor, Rosier Pile (Brennan). York is sweet on Gracie (Joan Leslie), and
she has reciprocal feelings for him, but he worries that he has no land of his
own or anything else he can offer.
One
stormy night, York is on his way on horseback to perhaps kill a man whom he
feels stole a land purchase from him. York is struck by lightning and he
survives. He suddenly finds religion after the incident. This dovetails with
America’s entering World War I, and York is drafted. He enters the army but
insists that he is a conscientious objector. The last act of the film becomes
an engaging war movie in Europe, and it depicts how York overcomes his
objection to perform a significant heroic act that solidifies his place in
American history.
While
Sergeant York is perhaps a little lengthy at 134 minutes, under the
direction of Howard Hawks it moves from one entertaining set piece to the next.
The characterizations are expertly rendered by the entire cast. Brennan is
always good during this period of his career (he won three Supporting Actor
Oscars between 1936 and 1940), and George Tobias, as a fellow soldier from New
York who teaches York about “subways,†is also winning. The movie, however,
belongs to Cooper, who displays charm, humility, and integrity throughout the
picture.
(Note from the Warner Archive: Warner Bros. Motion Picture Imaging (MPI) presents a "Before & After" video comparing the previous master of Sergeant York (1941) with our brand-new master featured on our new Warner Archive Blu-ray.)
Warner
Archive’s Blu-ray is a port-over from Warner’s original DVD release. The
restored transfer is gorgeous and clean, and it comes with an audio commentary by film
historian Jeanine Basinger. Supplements include a “night at the moviesâ€
selection of shorts (a semi-comic documentary called Lions for Sale, and
a Porky Pig cartoon). Of special interest is the 38-minute making-of
featurette, Sergeant York: Of God and Country.
For
fans of Sergeant York, Gary Cooper, Howard Hawks, or depictions of Americana,
the new Warner Archive edition of the picture is worth the upgrade.
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With
the publication of Jeremy Arnold’s new lavishly illustrated and intelligently
written TCM (Turner Classic Movies) coffee-table paperback, The Essentials,
Volume 2: 52 More Must-See Movies and Why They Matter, I find myself going
back to my review of the original Volume 1 of The Essentials and am
tempted to repeat much of what was said there.
“The
Essentials†is a weekly Saturday night event on TCM in which a guest host
introduces a picture he or she believes is an Essential, i.e., a title “film
lovers need to know,†as film historian Ben Mankiewicz explains in the forward.
The number 52 is used because there are 52 weeks in a year. Unlike in Volume
One, the new book contains an Appendix listing all the Essentials that
TCM has aired, indicating the ones chosen for both Volumes 1 and 2 (and there
are still plenty left over, leaving open the possibility of a Volume 3 and 4!).
It must be stated that TCM’s choice of movies depend entirely on what is
available to the network to broadcast. For example, The Godfather,
surely an “Essential,†is not on the list because TCM has never had the rights
to show it. The Wizard of Oz is not there, either. Therefore, TCM’s list
of Essentials, while containing all fabulous, important, and indeed must-see
titles, does unfortunately omit some obvious pictures, albeit through no
fault of their own.
That
said, the new Volume 2 handsomely complements Volume 1 design-wise and sits
neatly on the shelf beside its older brother. Author Jeremy Arnold does a
superb job presenting the reasons why a particular film matters and provides
interesting sidebar trivia for each entry. The book is gorgeously illustrated
with many stills, both color and black-and-white.
The
new tome includes such classics as Sunrise, Freaks, Top Hat,
Stagecoach, Sullivan’s Travels, Yankee Doodle Dandy, Notorious,
Rashomon, High Noon, The Bridge on the River Kwai, The
Apartment, Psycho, The Producers, Hannah and Her Sisters,
and I was particularly pleased to see 2001: A Space Odyssey (an omission
I noted from Volume 1!).
It
is always too easy when judging a book of “bests†to complain about what’s
missing. That won’t happen here except to say that it’s unfortunate that TCM
does not incorporate more foreign-language titles that are indeed must-see
“essentialsâ€â€”for example, there’s not a single film by Ingmar Bergman, Federico
Fellini, or Francois Truffaut on the full list. While there are a few, such as
Godard’s Breathless (included in Volume 1) and Ray’s Pather Panchali
(here in Volume 2), so many are missing. One must conclude that this is because
TCM concentrates more on purely American/Hollywood fare.
But
this is quibbling. All told, like Volume 1 before it, The Essentials Volume
2 is another good starting point “bucket list†of must-see movies, especially
for younger aficionados who might want to get a jump start on their film
history class.
In
1943, Hollywood churned out dozens of war films in support of the U.S.
involvement in the global conflict raging at the time. Many were cheaply made
rush jobs, others were good “B†pictures, and a select group were “A†level, excellent
pieces of celluloid that are now classics. All were essentially propaganda
pictures made to lift the spirits of the American people and the troops who
were able to see them. Rah Rah, Let’s Go Get ‘Em!
Billy
Wilder, an Austrian Jew who had fled Germany as the Nazis gained power, settled
in Hollywood in 1933 after a brief stint in France. He immediately found work
as a talented screenwriter, ultimately earning his first Oscar nomination for
co-writing Ninotchka (1939). As war heated up in the 1940s, Wilder then
became, after the likes of Preston Sturges, a rare Hollywood double threat—a
writer/director. Five Graves to Cairo is only his second picture as a
director, and it’s one of those propaganda war films that could be classified
as an “A†classic.
In
the flavor of Casablanca, Five Graves is also a spy movie in a
way. The plot involves British tank corporal John Bramble (Franchot Tone), who,
after his crew is wiped out in the North African desert, makes his way to Sidi
Halfaya in a delirium. He stumbles into a hotel, the “Empress of Britain,†run
by an Egyptian, Farid (Akim Tamiroff). Also present in the desolated hotel is
the French maid, Mouche (Anne Baxter). The Germans, led by Field Marshal Erwin
Rommel (Erich von Stroheim, of course) are on their way to town, and they’ll be
staying at the hotel. The British had recently been run out of town and are
regrouping at El Alamein. Lieutenant Schwegler (Peter van Eyck) arrives with
men ahead of Rommel to fix up security and make arrangements for his commanding
officer. In a pinch, Bramble must impersonate the dead “waiter,†of the hotel,
a man called Davos. It turns out that Davos, who had a peg leg, was a German
spy who had made regular reports on British movements before he was killed.
This gives Bramble the opportunity to play double agent and ferret out Rommel’s
secret of hidden supply dumps in Egypt known as the “five graves to Cairo.†Throw
in a love/hate conflict between Bramble and Mouche, and you’ve got the makings
of a terrific war thriller.
Five
Graves to Cairo is
well-made, tightly written (by Wilder, with longtime scribe partner Charles
Brackett), and superbly acted. Tone, while not being an A-level star per se,
carries the movie well. Baxter, speaking with a European accent that isn’t quite
French, is suitable enough and certainly exudes screen chemistry. Erich von
Stroheim almost steals the picture as Rommel, doing his typical German officer
routine we’ve seen before; he makes a terrific heavy for the tale. Tamiroff’s
purpose is primarily comic relief, and he always fulfills that duty with skill.
Kino
Lorber’s impressive high definition restoration looks sharp and clear. It comes
with an audio commentary by film historian Joseph McBride, as well as the
theatrical trailer for this and other Billy Wilder releases by Kino.
Five
Graves to Cairo is
a time capsule of its day, a potent look at a filmmaker early in his
extraordinary career, and a marvelous entertainment.
Here
we go again! Another entry in the “Forbidden Fruit: The Golden Age of the
Exploitation Picture†series, this time it’s Volume 7. Presented by Kino Lorber
in association with Something Weird Video, we have for your shocking pleasure
the double-bill of Test Tube Babies (1948) and Guilty Parents (1934),
and what a hoot these pictures are.
There
have always been what have been termed in the motion picture industry
“exploitation films,†even back in the silent days. The late 1930s and much of
the 1940s, however, saw a deluge of cheap, not-even-“B†pictures made, usually
independently of Hollywood and marketed in guerilla fashion as “educationalâ€
adult fare. You know the type. Reefer Madness. Child Bride. Mom
and Dad.
Kino
Lorber and Something Weird have been doing a bang-up job on releasing a series
of some of the best (i.e., infamous) of these jaw-dropping pieces of celluloid.
One wonders how the movies ever got distributed. They’re so bad that they’re
hilariously entertaining, and they especially elicit eye-rolling because they
often portend to be “instructive†in nature.
Test
Tube Babies was
produced by the notorious George Weiss, who was responsible for many
exploitation pictures of the 40s, 50s, and 60s, including Ed Wood’s Glen or
Glenda. Featuring a slate of no-name actors in an amateurishly put-together
film (it feels like a student project), the movie ironically has a sound
message behind all the sensationalism. Artificial insemination was just
becoming a “thing†in the late 1940s, and the movie attempts to convince an
audience that, if the male partner of a marital union is sterile, then it’s
perfectly acceptable for the wife to undergo artificial insemination by a sperm
donor. Cathy and George (Dorothy Duke and William Thomason) are an attractive
newlywed couple who want to start a family. When, after a year, Cathy is unable
to become pregnant, a doctor (played by Weiss film stalwart Timothy Farrell,
usually always in the role of a physician) tests George and delivers the bad
news. He then proceeds to sell the couple on raising a “test tube baby.†The
exploitation aspect of the movie is the lead-up to all this, as the couple
experiments with swinger parties among their friends. Thus, much of the movie
consists of tawdry softcore skin flashes, frank talk, and even a girl-fight on
the floor of a living room. It’s all designed to titillate. Naturally, Test
Tube Babies would never have passed the Production Code’s guidelines, and it
was thus released independently for adults only.
Guilty
Parents
is surprisingly the better film, albeit much more primitive in production
values. Jean Lacy plays innocent Helen Mason, whose mother (Isabel La Mal) is
frighteningly puritanical and protective of her daughter, refusing to teach
Helen any of the rudiments of the facts of life. Of course, Helen meets a young
man who corrupts her, and the couple commits a robbery. The boyfriend dies from
a gunshot wound, so Helen goes on the run, changes her name, and falls deeper
into a hole of depravity and prostitution. She eventually kills the pimp who is
exploiting her, and she goes to trial. Her defense attorney makes the argument
that it’s all her mother’s fault—that she’s the guilty one—for not
educating Helen in the ways of the world. Oh, and there’s a surprise ending.
Also known as Hitch Hike to Hell, the pre-Code Guilty Parents features
a silhouetted nude sequence and a lot of scantily-clad ladies, gangster-type
men, and material that would never pass the Hays Office once the Code kicked in
later in 1934. Sure, it’s a terrible movie, really, but it’s entertaining in
its time capsule, exploitative way, and Jean Lacy is actually quite winning in
the lead role.
The
high definition restorations look as well as they can, considering the
sources—certainly better than the cheap public domain DVDs and VHS copies of
these films from yesteryear. Supplements include an audio commentary on Test
Tube Babies by Eric Schaefer, author of Bold! Daring! Shocking! True!: A
History of Exploitation Films; a 1951 “marital education†short, Sex and
Romance; an alternate title sequence for Guilty Parents (with the Hitch
Hike to Hell title); and a collection of other exploitation film trailers.
For
cinephiles interested in this wacky genre of so-bad-it’s-good Forbidden Fruit,
the double bill of Test Tube Babies and Guilty Parents will,
oddly, scandalize you and make you laugh at the same time.
“DANGER,
DARKNESS, AND DAMES IN HIGH DEFINTIONâ€
By
Raymond Benson
Ding
ding ding! Attention all lovers of film noir! The Warner Archive has released
an outstanding 4-film Blu-ray collection of some of the best titles in
this cinematic movement that ran from (approximately) 1941 to 1958. While
author James Ellroy states in the included supplemental documentary, Film
Noir: Bringing Darkness to Light, that noir began in “1945,†this is
obviously incorrect. It would leave out such classics as one of the titles in
the collection (Murder, My Sweet), as well as Double Indemnity
and Laura. Film noir is generally accepted by most film scholars as
beginning in 1941 with High Sierra and The Maltese Falcon.
Much
debate and discussion proliferate among film historians and scholars about what
film noir is. Foremost, it is NOT a genre! It is mostly a style,
along with thematic elements that define a group of American motion pictures
that were made throughout the 1940s and 50s that share these qualities. They
are most always crime movies, although there are some instances of other
genres—westerns, science fiction, horror—that were made in a style associated
with film noir.
Generally,
these crime pictures are in black and white, shot in a style akin to German
Expressionism (highly contrasting dark and light, with lots of shadows); are
usually told from the point of view of the criminals; feature cynical,
hard-boiled protagonists; include the presence of a femme fatale (a bad
woman who causes the downfall of “good†man); and are shot in urban locations,
among them seedy bars, shabby motels and hotels, alleys, and streets. There may
be many scenes at night and/or in the rain. Characters smoke and drink as if their
lives depend on it. There are betrayals and double-crosses, and a heavy focus
on past events (lots of flashbacks). Voiceover narration is a common attribute.
Because the plots often deal with taboo subjects (according to the Production
Code), the filmmakers had to be clever with the dialogue—thus, the movies
contain witty, crisp dialogue with innuendoes and quotable one-liners. A “pureâ€
film noir has no happy ending. There is more, but you get the idea.
The
Warner Archive’s new collection combines four titles that are also available
separately. In chronological order (according to when they were originally
released), these gems are in the package.
Murder,
My Sweet
(1944) is based on Raymond Chandler’s 1940 novel, Farewell, My Lovely
and is the first appearance of the Philip Marlowe character. Here, though, he’s
not portrayed by Humphrey Bogart, but is embodied by Dick Powell. This casting
was controversial at the time because Powell was known mostly as a
singer/dancer in musicals. Powell surprised everyone with his tough, sardonic
performance. He’s terrific and certainly gives Bogart a run for his money in
the part. The plot is confusing and all over the place, which is typical of
most of the films adapted from Chandler, but it’s still entertaining to boot.
Claire Trevor is the femme fatale of the piece and delivers a fine, heightened
characterization. It’s violent (for the era), tough, and hard-boiled. It’s a
worthy example of film noir. The high definition transfer is gorgeous with its
natural grain appearance—assuredly a step up from Warner’s original DVD
release. There are no supplements on the disk aside from an audio commentary by
author and film noir expert Alain Silver. Oddly, there is no mention of
Silver’s name on the packaging or the disk menu!
Out
of the Past (1947)
is easily one of the better film noir entries and is often cited as a favorite
among aficionados. Based on the novel Raise My Gallows High by Daniel
Mainwaring, the picture features Robert Mitchum as a man who is haunted by his
past, of course, and beautiful femme fatale Jane Greer and Kirk Douglas
(as the villain!) are instruments of his affliction. Beautifully shot by
Nicholas Musaraca, and moodily directed by Jacques Tourneur (Cat People),
Past also has a complex plot, but it is much easier to follow than the
previous title’s tale. It’s a landmark picture that probably could be dropped
in a bucket containing the “five most important films noir.†The high
definition transfer is breathtakingly good. Again, there are no supplements
except for an audio commentary, this time by author and film noir authority
James Ursini. Yet again, the Warner Archive dropped the ball and does not list
Ursini’s name on the packaging or on the Blu-ray disk menu.
The
Set-Up (1949)
is directed by the versatile Robert Wise, who was a master craftsman in every
genre. Another milestone in the film noir catalog, the movie is based on a poem
by Joseph M. March. It stars Robert Ryan as Stoker, a washed-up boxer who is
hoping to win big in one last fight. His wife, played by Audrey Totter, has
wanted him to give it up for a long time. However, the boxer’s crooked manager
has arranged a “dive†with the mob without Stoker knowing it. Surprising the
manager and the mob, Stoker gives the fight his all. To reveal more would be a
spoiler. Hard-hitting and cynical as hell, The Set-Up apparently was a
big influence on Scorsese’s Raging Bull; in fact, Scorsese himself
appears as an audio commentator on the disk along with director Wise! This audio
commentary is the only supplement, but at least this time both Scorsese and
Wise are listed on the packaging and on the disk menu.
Gun
Crazy (1950)
is based on a short story by MacKinlay Kantor, who co-wrote the screenplay with
none other than master movie scribe Dalton Trumbo, who, because of being
blacklisted at the time, was forced to use a pseudonym in the credits. It’s a
picture in the film noir sub-genre known as “lovers on the run.†Peggy Cummins
and John Dall star as Annie and Bart, gun enthusiasts who begin to commit armed
robberies. Their affection for each other drives the movie, and in many ways Gun
Crazy could also be called a great romance picture. For a low-budget
effort, though, Crazy is also one of the essential films noir—well-written,
acted, and directed. The audio commentary here is by author and film noir
historian Glenn Erickson. An additional supplement on the disk is the
previously mentioned 2006 documentary, Film Noir: Bringing Darkness to Light,
which features many talking heads and film clips. It’s quite good. Erickson’s
name doesn’t appear on the packaging, but this time his name is on the Blu-ray
disk menu.
The
Warner Archive has done a slam-bang job on the presentation of these four
upgrades to Blu-ray from their original DVD releases. The transfers are
fantastic and the movies themselves belong in any cinephile’s collection. Aside
from the oversights of leaving off documentation of the first two audio
commentators’ names, this is a superb package… and buying the collection is less
expensive than buying the four titles in their separate Blu-ray editions.
Highly recommended.
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Whether
he was acting as a producer or as a director, Stanley Kramer was always at the
forefront of social issues embedded within motion pictures that were ultimately
entertaining and popular. He was producer of many outstanding movies during the
early half of his career, and then went on to direct more high-profile
Hollywood “message pictures.â€
The
esteemed and beloved High Noon, an “anti-western†released in 1952, was
a production Kramer oversaw with his then associate Carl Foreman, who penned
the screenplay. In a much publicized and analyzed split, the two men “divorcedâ€
during production of the film, mainly because Foreman was called before the
House Un-American Activities Committee, admitted he had once been a member of
the Communist Party, and refused to name names. Before he could be blacklisted,
Foreman left the United States and moved to Britain. He agreed to have his name
removed from High Noon as Associate Producer; but he still received
credit for the screenplay, which may or may not have been based on a short
story called “The Tin Star,†by John W. Cunningham. (Kramer had purchased the
rights to the story because it had a similar premise, and he was likely
covering his bases.) Astonishingly, Foreman still received an Academy Award
nomination for his script, even when many of his writing colleagues in
Hollywood had to use “fronts†on their work, or they couldn’t get jobs at all.
Setting
aside all that drama, perhaps the real credit for the success of High Noon should
go to director Fred Zinnemann, who was the up and coming talent and future
two-time Oscar winner, and star Gary Cooper, who won the Oscar for Best
Actor for his performance as Will Kane, the retiring marshal of the small New
Mexico town of Hadleyville. The film also won for its dynamic and extremely
important editing (by Elmo Williams and Harry W. Gerstad) that gave audiences
the sense that they were viewing the suspenseful action in real time, and two
trophies for music—the score by Dimitri Tiomkin, and for the song by Tiomkin
and Ned Washington (“High Noon,†performed by Tex Ritter, although it is known
in popular circles as “Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darlin’â€). High Noon received
nominations not only for the Screenplay, but for Director Zinnemann and for
Best Picture.
Most
of you know the story. Marshal Kane (Cooper) has just gotten married to Amy
(Grace Kelly; never mind that she’s about 30 years younger than Cooper), when
he learns that bad man Frank Miller (Ian MacDonald) has been paroled and is on
his way to town to kill Kane. He will arrive on the noon train, and his three equally-bad
cohorts (Lee Van Cleef in his first screen appearance; Sheb Wooley, who years
later gave us the novelty song, “The Purple People Eaterâ€; and Robert J. Wilke)
are at the station waiting for him. Kane desperately attempts to round up
supporters to help him fight Miller and his gang, but no one in the town will step
up to support their marshal (the outstanding supporting cast includes Thomas
Mitchell, Lloyd Bridges, Lon Chaney, Katy Jurado, Otto Kruger, and Harry
Morgan). Cowards all. Even Amy leaves her new husband because he won’t run out
on his responsibility. Meanwhile, we are made aware of every clock in the town
as the ticking progresses closer to high noon. The pendulums swing, the big
hands move closer to 12, and the tension mounts. Kane is left alone to face the
killers…
Of
course, we all know now that High Noon is an allegory for the Hollywood
blacklist. It was Carl Foreman’s treatise on what was happening in Tinsel Town
at the time. The townspeople, who were the marshal’s friends, turn their backs
on him and leave him to “face the music†alone. John Wayne famously rejected
the role of Kane when it was first offered to him, and he went on the record,
along with director Howard Hawks, calling High Noon a “Commie picture.â€
Ironically, Gary Cooper was not in town when he was awarded his Oscar—and Wayne
accepted the trophy for his pal on the night of the ceremony.
Olive
Films’ spectacular Blu-ray is absolutely gorgeous in its glorious black and
white. It is a new 4K restoration that is crystal clear, giving one the
impression that the movie was made yesterday.
There
are nice supplements included. A piece on the editing of the film illustrates
how the ticking clocks are so important for the pace of the picture. Film
historian Michael Schlesinger enthusiastically presents a featurette on
producer Kramer. Blacklisted screenwriter Walter Bernstein and film historian
Larry Ceplair talk about the Hollywood blacklist and its relation to High
Noon. Anton Yelchin narrates a visual essay of rarely seen archival
elements on the production history of the film. Finally, there is an original
essay (on screen and in the enclosed booklet) by Sight & Sound editor
Nick James, along with the theatrical trailer.
High
Noon exists
on Blu-ray distributed by other companies, but the Olive Films presentation is
top-notch. A classic masterpiece is always worth an upgrade.
The
1940s and 1950s were Bob Hope’s prime decades, and many of his most popular—and
arguably “goodâ€â€”movies were made during these years. When he wasn’t teaming up
with Bing Crosby for the Road to… pictures, he was soloing in farces in
which he displayed his unquestionable talent in delivering one-liners with
impeccable timing, singing alone or with a partner (usually a female costar),
and sharing the “joke†with the audience through fourth wall breaking.
Hope
has several classic comedies in his filmography, but just as many or more that
might induce face-palming. Some are downright dumb. The Lemon Drop Kid,
from 1951, is one of the better ones, although it often slips into slapstick
silliness during its 91-minute runtime. This is due, in part, to the uncredited
direction of Frank Tashlin, who co-wrote the screenplay (with Edmund Hartmann
and Robert O’Brien). Tashlin worked for many years in cartoons, including the
Looney Tunes outfit for Warner Brothers, so his approach to comedy had a
similar sensibility. Sledgehammer comedic action, trick photography, and
gimmicks tend to populate Tashlin’s work. The credited director of Lemon
Drop is Sidney Lanfield, but Hollywood scuttlebutt asserts that Tashlin
finished the picture.
The
movie is based on Damon Runyon’s short story. “The Lemon Drop Kid†is Hope, of
course, and although we never know his real name, everyone calls him “Kid.†He
earned the moniker because he’s addicted to lemon drops, boxes of which he always
carries. Kid is a con-man and swindler who illegally touts horses at the track,
among other schemes. Unfortunately, he runs afoul with gangsters Moose Moran
and Oxford Charlie (Fred Clark and Lloyd Nolan, respectively). His
sometimes-girlfriend, Brainey (Marilyn Maxwell), is also a moll for Charlie,
but one senses that her heart is more in line with the Kid. When a con goes bad
and Moran loses money, he gives the Kid a deadline to come up with the dough he
lost (ten grand) or it’s curtains. The Kid then begins a series of questionable
money-making plots at Christmas time that involve a gang of ne’er-do-wells
(played by such character actors as William Frawley, Jay C. Flippen, Tor
Johnson, and others) dressed as Santa Claus, and an “old ladies home,†where
his friend Nellie (Jane Darwell) is trying to reside. One memorable set piece
in the final reel is Hope disguising himself as one of these old ladies and
performing in drag.
There
is much to admire, especially from the likes of the supporting cast, and Hope
is genuinely funny and winning in the picture (in some of his movies he can be
rather annoying, in this reviewer’s opinion). Perhaps the biggest legacy of The
Lemon Drop Kid is the introduction of the Christmas perennial classic song,
“Silver Bells†(by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans).
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray release looks quite good in its 1920x1080p high definition
restoration. Alas, there are no supplements included with the disk.
If
you like Christmas movies with laughs, or are a Bob Hope aficionado, then The
Lemon Drop Kid is for you.
The
fifth Bing Crosby and Bob Hope picture in the extremely popular Road to… series
begins over the main titles, appropriately, with a lively instrumental
rendition of the classic “Brazil,†a tune by Ary Barroso and Bob Russell.
Animated stick figures representing the leads (along with Dorothy Lamour, who
was the duo’s perennial co-star in all but the final Road title) dance a
samba and set the tone for another globe-hopping “exotic†comedy-adventure,
this time landing in Rio de Janeiro.
The
Road to… series began in 1940 with Road to Singapore, which teamed the dueling popular radio personalities
for the silver screen. Road to Rio continues the successful formula. Two
playboys (Crosby and Hope, whose character names change with each movie,
although their “characters†are always the same) find themselves traveling to
some exotic locale in order to either escape a woman, gangsters, or pursue some
con job, only to get mixed up in a farcical plot with an equally exotic woman
(always Lamour). There are a few songs performed by both men or solo or with
Lamour, comic hijinks (especially from Hope), and even some action and
adventure.
This
time around Crosby and Hope are big band musicians named, respectively, Scat
and “Hot Lips†(because Hope’s character plays trumpet). The movie begins
exactly like Road to Zanzibar—the boys are working in a traveling
carnival and accidentally cause a fire that burns down the outfit. The
organizers are out for blood, so they chase our hapless heroes to the Louisiana
pier, where they stowaway on a ship to Brazil. On the boat, they meet Lucia
(Lamour), a wealthy young woman who is controlled by her conniving Aunt
Catherine (Gale Sondergaard). Catherine wants to marry Lucia to her brother,
which somehow will transfer Lucia’s fortune to her because of some mysterious
“papers†(the MacGuffin of the plot; they are always called “the papers†and
become ludicrously significant, and yet no one knows their contents!). To get
Lucia to do her bidding, Catherine uses hypnotism (apparently a faddish plot
device in movies of the period). Scat and Hot Lips both fall in love with Lucia
and she falls in love with first one of them and then both—just like in all the
other Road to… movies. Ultimately, the goal is to rescue Lucia from the
aunt and her goons.
There
are funny bits, to be sure, but if one is watching the series in chronological
order, Road to Rio seems a little tired. It’s as if we’ve seen it all
before—which is probably intentional—but we can feel them reaching for laughs.
Two highlights are the a) the musical number with the Andrews Sisters, who have
a wonderful cameo; and b) the antics of the zany Wiere Brothers, Eastern
European comics patterned after the Three Stooges who, in this case, play
Brazilians. Look for Hope sidekick Jerry Colonna is another funny bit during
the climax of the movie (“Isn’t it exciting?†he asks the audience, breaking
the fourth wall).
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray release looks good in its 1920x1080p restoration. Alas,
there are no supplements included save for trailers of other Kino Lorber
releases.
Road
to Rio is
for fans of the Crosby-Hope series, the actors, or musical-comedies in general.
The rest of the world will be amused for 100 minutes, after which they’ll
forget it or likely confuse it with other Road to… titles they may have
seen.
The
Bing Crosby and Bob Hope “Road to…†series began in 1940 with Road to
Singapore (click here for review), a landmark musical-comedy
that teamed the dueling popular radio personalities for the silver screen.
Road
to Morocco continues
the successful formula begun in Singapore. Two playboys (Crosby and
Hope, whose character names change with each movie, although their “charactersâ€
are always the same) find themselves traveling to some exotic locale in order
to either escape a woman, gangsters, or pursue some con job, only to get mixed
up in a farcical plot with an equally exotic woman (always Lamour). There are a
few songs performed by both men or solo or with Lamour, comic hijinks
(especially from Hope), and even some action and adventure. A running gag
throughout the series was a bit that Crosby and Hope did—playing “Patty-Cake,
Patty-Cake,†reciting the verse and slapping their hands in front of
adversaries as a distraction—and then surprising the bad guys with sudden
punches, thereby starting a fight and the means to escape.
This
time, Crosby and Hope are Jeff and “Turkey†(yes, that’s his nickname), who unwittingly
find themselves on a life raft after the sinking of a freighter in the
Atlantic. The pair wash up on the shore of Morocco, which is presented in all
its stereotypical Arabic glory. Princess Shalmar (Lamour) encounters Turkey on
the street and arranges for him to be “bought†from Jeff, which Turkey’s
partner and friend is only too happy to oblige. It turns out the princess wants
Turkey to be her first husband instead of Mullay Kasim (Anthony Quinn), who is
intent on marrying Shalmar. A soothsayer has predicted that Shalmar’s first
husband will die tragically after a week of marriage, and that her second
husband will bring her lifelong happiness. One of the handmaidens to the
princess, Mihirmah (Dona Drake) is sweet on Turkey, too, so she conspires to
save him from the dastardly fate. Meanwhile Jeff wants to woo the princess
himself, however, and of course Shalmar becomes enchanted with him,
especially after he croons a tune.
One
thing that can be said about Road to Morocco is that it is loads funnier
than Singapore and contains some truly hilarious set pieces. Both Crosby
and Hope are winning, charismatic performers who take full advantage of their
screen time. There are more nudge-nudge-wink-wink moments in which they break
the fourth wall and speak to the audience and make a few comments referring to
the fact that they are indeed actors in a film. A line in one of the early song
lyrics even foreshadows that they will meet “Dorothy Lamour†later in the
picture!
However,
as filmmaker John Landis states in the “Trailers from Hell†episode on the film
that is a supplement on the disk, Road to Morocco is “cheerfully sexist
and cheerfully racistâ€â€”boy, is it ever, especially the latter. It also has an
uncomfortably politically incorrect sequence—albeit a funny one—in which Hope imitates
a person with a developmental disability and has a speech impediment in an
attempt to gain sympathy from a shop owner, except that the shop owner has the
same developmental disability and speech impediment!
But,
hey, this was 1942, a world war was raging, and Hollywood churned out
entertainment for the masses and the troops. Morocco was also timely in
that the North African campaign was starting to pick up steam when the movie
was released. Social mores changed, so one must view these films within that
context.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray looks quite good and comes with English subtitles for the
hearing impaired. There is an audio commentary by film historian Jack Theakston.
Three previously issued supplements accompany the film: a short documentary on
Hope and the Road pictures, with appearances by Phyllis Diller, Randall G.
Mielke (author of The Road to Success), and Richard Grudens (author of The
Spirit of Bob Hope)—this same extra is also included on the Road to
Singapore and Road to Zanzibar disks; a short featurette on Hope on
“Command Performance,†a short that went out to the troops to accompany movie
screenings (different from the one included on the Zanzibar disk); the
aforementioned “Trailers from Hell†episode; and a musical excerpt from the
film presented as a “sing-along†with lyrics to follow. The theatrical trailer
to this and other Kino Lorber titles round out the package.
Road
to Morocco is
good fun when viewed through the “film history†lens... and it will give you
many moments of laughter.
A
sub-genre of film noir is that of the so-called “docu-noir,†a
crime drama usually based on a true story and told as a Dragnet-style
procedural. Most likely there is an omniscient voiceover narrator, a focus on
the lawmen who are investigating the case, and all the other stylistic and
thematic elements associated with film noir in general: starkly
contrasting black and white photography, urban locations, shadows, gritty
realism, angst and cynicism, and sometimes brutal violence.
Eagle-Lion
Films was a British/American production company that existed for only a few
years in the late 40s, disbanding in the early 50s. There was some talent
involved, and they produced a variety of genres and pictures of varying quality
(Powell and Pressburger’s The Red Shoes was a rare Best Picture
nominee). Many of the studio’s pictures were films noir that were shot
as B-movies with low budgets and barebones casts and crews. Anthony Mann
directed a couple of their classic crime movies—T-Men and Raw Deal,
both of which fall into the “docu-noir†category. Unfortunately, due to bad
management or foresight, many of Eagle-Lion’s titles fell out of copyright and
currently reside in the public domain. Hence, one can often find bargain bin,
cheap knock-off DVDs and Blu-rays of these films.
Classic
Flix is a company relatively new to the home video scene, and they have begun
restoring and issuing some of these relics of yesteryear. He Walked by Night
is a prime example of a quality presentation of an equally impressive little
movie. Made in 1948, Walked is a true story loosely based on the crime
spree by Erwin “Machine Gun†Walker, who shot cops and committed burglaries and
armed robberies in Los Angeles in the mid-40s. In real life, Walker was
arrested and sentenced to prison, but he was paroled in the 70s. This is not the
ending to the story that is depicted in the film.
A
young Richard Basehart portrays disturbed war veteran Roy Morgan, a habitual
burglar and armed robber. When an off-duty cop on the street suspects Roy of
being a burglar, he is shot and killed. The POV switches to the police,
especially Lt. Marty Brennan (Scott Brady), who is based on the investigator of
the true case, Captain Breen (Roy Roberts), and forensics man Lee Whitey (Jack
Webb, in an early screen appearance). The story follows the police
investigation juxtaposed with Morgan’s eccentric and lonely existence, and the
criminal’s increasingly violent crimes. The big break comes when a stolen item
is recovered by an electronics pawn dealer (Whit Bissell), who has been
unwittingly fencing for Morgan.
It’s
all engaging stuff, and Basehart delivers an outstanding, creepy performance as
Morgan. The police procedural sequences are done well, such as when a composite
drawing of the suspect is created by all the witnesses to the crimes. The
climactic set piece of a chase in LA’s sewer system is exciting, atmospheric,
and pure noir. Oddly, it is similar to the ending of The Third Man,
which was released a year later.
Even
though Alfred Werker is credited as director, the talking heads in the “making
of†documentary supplement on the disk speculate that Anthony Mann stepped in
to helm some of the movie. Is it one of those Christian Nyby/Howard Hawks (The
Thing) or Tobe Hooper/Steven Spielberg (Poltergeist) controversies?
No one seems to know. He Walked by Night, however, does contain several
sequences—including the final sewer chase—that are stylistic stamps of Mann. That
said, much of the credit for the picture’s success goes to celebrated noir cinematographer
John Alton.
Another
sidebar related to the picture is Jack Webb’s meeting and further networking
with the picture’s technical adviser Detective Sergeant Marty Wynn. This led to
the ultimate creation of Dragnet as a radio and television show.
Classic
Flix’s new high definition restoration looks quite wonderful, a remarkable
step-up from other public domain transfers that are out there. It comes with
English subtitles for the hearing impaired, as well as an audio commentary by
biographer and producer Alan K. Rode, and writer/film historian Julie Kirgo.
Both appear in the aforementioned documentary about the making of the film,
which also includes critic Todd McCarthy, cinematographer Richard Crudo, and
film historian/director Courtney Joyner. There is also an image gallery with
rare stills and ephemera. The package contains an impressive illustrated 24-page
booklet with an essay by author Max Alvarez.
For
fans of film noir, police procedurals, and gritty crime dramas, He
Walked by Night is a good time at the movies.
Film
historian Jeremy Arnold, who provides the excellent audio commentary as a
supplement for the terrific Blu-ray release of Kiss the Blood Off My Hands, says the movie’s title is
remarkably “lurid.†The Production Code people obviously had a problem with the
title and tried to get it changed, but an appeal from up and coming star Burt
Lancaster, whose newly formed production company (co-founded with Harold Hecht)
made the picture, resulted in the “lurid†title staying in place.
The
film does not live up to the implied sensationalism. While we do get a dark, at
times brutal, and cynical piece of film noir, we also get an atypical
love story at the picture’s heart.
Kiss
the Blood Off My Hands, from 1948, is based on a novel by Gerald Butler, and
was adapted by Ben Maddow and Walter Bernstein (one of the Hollywood Ten). The
screenplay is by Leonardo Bercovici, with Hugh Gray credited as providing additional
dialogue. The director, Norman Foster, had been an actor throughout the 1930s.
He helmed a slew of Mr. Moto movies starring Peter Lorre, some of the Charlie
Chan pictures, and several films noir in the 40s and early 50s. Foster
brings a good deal of style to the proceedings with the help of cinematographer
Russell Metty. It’s an impressive little picture.
The
movie contains many of the signature traits associated with film noir—black
and white high contrast photography, many scenes at night and/or with rain, a
cynical protagonist, violence, crimes, excessive smoking and drinking, locations
in seedy pubs and flats, and an urban setting. What makes Kiss the Blood unique
is that it’s an American film noir production set in London (but it
wasn’t filmed there aside from some second unit shots).
Bill
Saunders (Lancaster) is a Canadian World War II veteran bumming around in
London. He has no desire to return home, but he is lost and aimless in the UK.
He also has a devil of a temper and is quick to start a fight if someone so
much as looks at him funny. Heaven help you if you say something he doesn’t
like—he might kill you. Which is what happens in a pub when the owner tries to
kick him out so the place can close. It’s an accident, but Bill knows the
police won’t take kindly to the incident. He manages to run away, but a
witness, Harry Carter (played by slimy, weaselly Robert Newton) takes note. Bill
hides from the police in the first open window he can slip into, and it happens
to be the flat of nurse Jane Wharton (Joan Fontaine, who receives top billing).
At first, of course, Jane is frightened by Bill, but he manages to ease her
fear. Despite his tendency to fly off the handle, Jane falls in love with Bill,
and he’s head over heels for her at first sight. Too bad he gets into a scuffle
with a copper and lands in prison (a sentence that includes a vicious lashing
with cat o’ nine tails). Jane waits for him, though, and once he’s out she gets
him a job as a delivery driver transporting drugs. That’s when Harry steps in
to blackmail Bill unless the former con will help him pull off a robbery.
What
happens next would spoil the fun. Kiss the Blood is an engaging small
picture with fine performances. One can see that Lancaster is still green and
tends to overact, but his passion is tangible. Fontaine is always lovely and
handles her role with grace and honesty. Newton, always perfect as a Cockney
baddie, is suitably over the top.
There
is one oopsy, though. The lorry that Bill drives during the second half of the
movie is an American vehicle—the steering wheel is on the left side of the
dashboard. In England, that wheel would have been on the right!
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration looks remarkably good. The images are
clear and sharp, with the right amount of soft focus in certain scenes. The
aforementioned audio commentary by Jeremy Arnold is informative and
entertaining. Sadly, the only other supplements are trailers for this and other
Kino Lorber releases.
Kiss the Blood Off My Hands may not sound like a date movie, but the romance
noir elements of the picture are surprisingly potent. So, grab your spouse,
significant other, or someone you pick up in a seedy pub and settle in for a
romantically brutal experience!
Sometimes
a little Bob Hope goes a long way. There’s no denying that Hope was one of the
more popular comic stars of the 1940s and 50s. His star began to wane in the
60s, and then most of the Baby Boomer generation knew him as perhaps the
greatest host that the Academy Awards ceremony ever had.
During
Hope’s most active years, he made many solo pictures that were truly funny. He
was also established as Bing Crosby’s partner in the massively successful “Road
to…†movies, which arguably launched Hope’s career as a leading or co-leading
man in 1940. When the scripts and direction were good, then Hope’s solo films
were superb. That was not always the case.
The
Paleface
(1948) was co-written by Frank Tashlin (with Edmund Hartmann), who would also
go on to write and direct the sequel, Son of Paleface (1952, co-written
with Joseph Quillan and Robert L. Welch. Tashlin spent many years making
cartoons, hopping in and out of big studios such as Warner Brothers’ Looney
Tunes/Merrie Melodies unit (Tashlin made Porky Pig and other characters’
shorts), Disney Studios, and other indie animation companies. His approach to
directing live action shockingly mimicked his methodology for zany cartoons.
Much of Son of Paleface contains the kind of sledgehammer action, albeit
accomplished with visual effects, and slapstick that is more at home with a
character like Daffy Duck.
Both
movies are western comedies and are among Hope’s more profitable pictures. He
is often costumed in ten-gallon hats that no self-respecting cowboy would wear.
For this reviewer’s money, the first title is the better of the two. It is at
least grounded in some degree of reality, whereas the second film is all-out
wackiness. Both movies co-star Jane Russell, who adds not only glamour to the
proceedings, but also a straight-woman sensibility off of whom Hope plays quite
well. It is this reviewer’s opinion that Jane Russell was underrated as a comic
actress and singer/dancer.
In
The Paleface, Hope is “Painless Potter,†a dentist in the Old West who is
mistaken to be a federal agent by smugglers selling guns and explosives to the
Indians. Calamity Jane (Russell), an outlaw herself, is hired by the government
to identify and help bring down the traitors. She eventually uses Potter as
cover, allowing him to marry her, so that they can travel with a wagon train
and weed out the bad guys.
Son
of Paleface is
a sequel in that it features Hope as Potter’s grown son, “Junior†Potter, many
years later—it’s still the Old West, but the modern age is just around the
corner. Junior drives a jalopy (that’s actually years ahead of the time depicted
in the movie). This time, Russell plays a saloon chorus girl named “Mike,†who
is the civilian identity of a gold thief called “The Torch.†The Torch leads a
gang of outlaws who are pursued by “Roy†(the inimitable Roy Rogers, who
co-stars with his horse, Trigger—“the smartest horse in the movies,†as he is
billed in the credits). Junior has come to town to find and collect his
father’s stash of gold, only to find that his dad owed money to everyone. Mike
uses Junior as cover, but Roy soon becomes wise to her and sets out to foil
Mike, her band of robbers, and Junior, who is unwittingly caught in the middle.
The
Paleface is
funny and enjoyable, if embarrassingly sexist and politically incorrect by
today’s standards (its treatment of Native Americans makes one want face-palm
and shake a head). The director, Norman Z. McLeod, had been making comedies
since the silent days, and he had helmed two of the Marx Brothers’ best titles,
Monkey Business (1931) and Horse Feathers (1932). Hope has some
great bits, and he also delivers the Academy Award-winning Best Song of that
year, “Buttons and Bows†(by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans). The movie is decent
entertainment, but there’s no question that it’s dumb.
If
you’ve never seen what is essentially the last starring film appearance by W.
C. Fields, Never Give a Sucker an Even Break (1941), then you’re missing
the most extreme, surreal, and ridiculous motion picture featuring the boozy misanthropic
comedian ever made.
Fields
(William Claude Dukenfield) brought his vaudeville schtick to life in his films
made in the 1920s and 30s and he enjoyed immense popularity until alcoholism
derailed his career. He was indeed a talented man, however, and there are true
comic classics among his filmography. He was often responsible for writing the
initial storylines to his movies, and he used silly pseudonyms in the screen
credits, such as Mahatma Kane Jeeves (“My hat, my cane, Jeeves!â€) or, in the
case of Never Give a Sucker, Otis Criblecoblis.
Even
after the success of The Bank Dick (1940, one of Fields’ best films),
Universal Studios was tiring of the actor’s antics and problems with drink. His
storyline for Never Give a Sucker was roundly rejected as being too
weird and absurd, and yet when the picture was nevertheless greenlit, Fields
and his director, Edward Cline, used the material anyway.
The
result is truly a bizarre and jaw-dropping piece of work that defies most
screen comedies of the day. The film takes place on the fictional studio lot of
“Esoteric Pictures,†where many known actors and comics play “themselves.â€
Fields is himself (called “Uncle Bill†by his niece, Gloria Jean, a teenage
actress/crooner at the time who also plays herself), character actor Franklin
Pangborn is a producer at the studio, Leon Errol is also a comic employed
there, and so on. Fields presents his new picture idea to Pangborn, and then a
series of vignettes illustrate the scenes of the movie in full costume and
sets. These include when Fields falls out of an airplane window (it’s open
during the flight!) and lands atop a mountain where fantasy women Ouliotta
Delight Hemagloben (Susan Miller) and her mother (the inimitable Margaret
Dumont!) have never seen men before. Fields sets out to marry Mrs. Hemagloben
because he’s learned that she’s wealthy. After a succession of other wacky set
pieces, Pangborn has had enough and fires Fields from the studio—but he is
saved by his niece, who, as the studio’s hottest star, threatens to leave if
her uncle is sacked. The climax is a hair-raising car chase through Los Angeles
with Fields at the wheel, which can only mean trouble.
Never
Give a Sucker an Even Break is cited on various W. C. Fields fan pages as
one of the actor’s best movies. However, it is a mixed bag. There are comic
bits that work beautifully and are extremely funny, to be sure, but there are
others that are simply so dumb that one winces at how bad they are. One
extended sequence without Fields involves Gloria Jean having to sing a number
for producer Pangborn in the carpentry shop while workers are noisily attempting
to build a set. This bit goes on way too long and ceases to be funny after the
first “Shuuuttt upppp!†from Pangborn. Any of the scenes that required visual
effects, such as Fields falling through the sky and bouncing repeatedly on a
bed atop the Hemagloben’s “nest,†emphasizes the stupidity of the situation. And
yet, there are moments that produce belly laughs. As usual, Fields’ delivery of
lines are always the best parts of one of the actor’s pictures. While
discussing games with one of his female costars, “beanbag†comes up. “Ah, yes,
beanbag,†Fields says in his drawl, “exciting game. I once saw the world
championship in Paris. Many people were killed.†Or the classic, “I was in love
with a beautiful blonde once, dear. She drove me to drink. That’s the one thing
I’m indebted to her for.â€
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration looks quite good and comes with an
audio commentary by film historian Eddy Von Mueller and English subtitles for
the hearing impaired. A nearly-hour-long television documentary from the 1960s,
Wayne and Shuster Take an Affectionate Look at W. C. Fields, provides
some background and a decent overview of Fields’ career. There is also the
theatrical trailer for this and other Kino Lorber releases.
If
you’re a fan of W. C. Fields, then Never Give a Sucker an Even Break is
a must-have. Others may want to start with more conventional Fields titles such
as It’s a Gift or The Bank Dick before moving on to this near-psychedelic
curiosity.
The attitudes toward sex in the U.S. in the 1950s
were pent-up and frustrated, and they sat in a tinderbox. This is reflected in
the cinema of the time, often overtly in noir and crime dramas, or in melodramas
such as Rebel Without a Cause.
Here we have a 1955 melodrama/crime picture starring
the inimitable Joan Crawford, who, in her 50s herself, still looks smashing and
has no qualms against displaying in short-shorts the magnificent dancer legs
she was known for throughout her career. It’s quite possible that Crawford took
on this role to say to the world, “Hey, I’m still desirable, just watch me.â€
There is that brazen exhibitionist quality in her performance, and it suits the
steamy, somewhat sordid storyline of Female on the Beach.
Crawford is Lynn Markham, a widow who visits a beach
house somewhere (Florida? California?—it isn’t clear) that her deceased husband
had owned and was renting to a wealthy woman named Eloise Crandell (Judith
Evelyn). Lynn, who has never been to the house before, is considering selling
it, so she has arranged for Crandell to move out prior to Lynn’s arrival. Little
does Lynn know, but Crandell was involved in a hot love affair with beach bum
and boater Drummond Hall (Jeff Chandler), and things went terribly wrong. The
night before Lynn’s arrival, a drunken Crandell fell from her terrace and was
killed on the sandy rocks below the house. Was Hall responsible? We don’t know.
Realtor Amy Rawlinson (Jan Sterling) seems to be protecting Hall and has lied
about the house, Hall’s relationship with Crandell, and the goings-on around
the beach community. Oddly, Hall resides either on his boat, which is docked at
the Markham peer, or with the Sorensens (Cecil Kellaway and Natalie Schafer),
the elderly couple who live in the next house over and who apparently like to bilk
wealthy widows with rigged card games. Despite the numerous red flags that Lynn
receives, including a revealing diary left behind by Crandell and warnings from
police lieutenant Galley (Charles Drake), Lynn also begins a torrid love affair
with the handsome and hunky Hall… uh oh!
Joseph Pevney directs the tale from Robert Hill and
Richard Alan Simmons’ screenplay with earnest passion, punctuated by a
plaintive musical score (the composer is uncredited). The actors give it their
all, and Crawford and Chandler have the sufficient chemistry to pull it off.
The problem with Female on the Beach is the
believability of Lynn’s actions. It’s obvious that Hall is trouble from the
get-go. He even arrogantly puts the moves on her against her wishes (the #MeToo
movement would have had a field day with this picture if it had existed in the
1950s), and apparently “No†didn’t mean “No†in those days. After near-violent
resistance on Lynn’s part, she of course succumbs to Hall’s aggressive advances
and, well, enjoys it. Okay, if you say so. Additionally, once the “mystery†is
resolved regarding whether Crandell died by accident, suicide, or murder, there
is very little surprise attached.
Still, Female on the Beach is an entertaining
potboiler that shines a light on the social mores of the day. Kino Lorber’s
high definition restoration looks remarkably good in its sharp and clear widescreen
black and white, with optional English subtitles for the hearing impaired. The
film comes with two audio commentaries—one by the always interesting film
historian Kat Ellinger, and one by film historian David Del Valle and moderated
by filmmaker David DeCoteau. Supplements include an animated image gallery of
promotional material, plus the theatrical trailer for this and other Kino
Lorber releases.
So, get out your cocktails, turn out the lights, and
snuggle up for some high temperature action and romance with Joan Crawford and
Jeff Chandler; just be sure to take a few spoonfuls of suspension of disbelief.
The
Bing Crosby and Bob Hope “Road to…†series began in 1940 with Road to
Singapore (click here for review), a landmark musical-comedy
that teamed the dueling popular radio personalities for the silver screen.
Road
to Zanzibar continues
the successful formula begun in Singapore. Two playboys (Crosby and
Hope, whose character names change with each movie, although their “charactersâ€
are always the same) find themselves traveling to some exotic locale in order
to either escape a woman, gangsters, or pursue some con job, only to get mixed
up in a farcical plot with an equally exotic woman (always Lamour). There are a
few songs performed by both men or solo or with Lamour, comic hijinks
(especially from Hope), and even some action and adventure. A running gag
throughout the series was a bit that Crosby and Hope did—playing “Patty-Cake,
Patty-Cake,†reciting the verse and slapping their hands in front of
adversaries as a distraction—and then surprising the bad guys with sudden
punches, thereby starting a fight and the means to escape.
In
this popular sequel, Crosby is “Chuck†and Hope is “Hubert†aka “Fearless
Frazier.†They work in circus sideshows with Crosby conning the populace
regarding Fearless’ abilities as, first, a human cannonball, which results in a
mishap that sets the entire circus ablaze. They try again at other circuses
with different acts, until one day an eccentric diamond mine baron (Eric Blore)
sells Chuck the deed to one of his African properties. It turns out it’s a
fake, of course, so Hubert pawns the deed off to someone else, who insists—with
threatened violence—that the duo lead them to the mine. The boys escape and
hastily board a boat bound for Africa (it had to happen, right?). There, they
are hoodwinked by Julia (Una Merkel) to help her save her roommate Donna
(Lamour) from “slave traders,†when in fact it’s a con between Julia, Donna,
and the slave traders to split the proceeds, repeatedly, from unsuspecting
buyers. This leads to a safari across Africa with Chuck, Hubert, Donna, and
Julia on the way to fame and fortune, when, in reality, the purpose is to
reunite Donna with a man to whom she’s engaged. Of course, Chuck and Donna fall
in love, Hubert at one point believes it’s he that she’s fallen for, and
there is a threesome, and sometimes a little foursome, romantic entanglement.
The climactic sequence involves the boys being separated by the safari and
captured by hostile, Tarzan-style natives, who plan to first pit
Hubert/Fearless against a gorilla (an actor in a suit) to prove the boys are
gods; failing that, the boys will be eaten by the tribe.
Like
Road to Singapore before it, Road to Zanzibar is total nonsense
with some musical number decoration. As it was made in 1941, Hollywood was
still in the era when African-Americans were underused in productions. They
only got work playing maids, butlers, porters, and… African natives. Looking at
the film today, the final sequence produces some wince-inducing moments, but at
least Crosby and Hope don’t darken their skin to disguise themselves as they
did in Singapore.
There
are funny moments, to be sure, and Hope especially was then proving to
audiences that he was a superb talent. Arguably, the “Road†pictures would not
have been as successful without his presence.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray looks quite good and comes with English subtitles for the
hearing impaired. Two previously issued supplements accompany the film: a short
documentary on Hope and the Road pictures, with appearances by Phyllis Diller,
Randall G. Mielke (author of The Road to Success), and Richard Grudens
(author of The Spirit of Bob Hope)—this same extra is also included on
the Road to Singapore disk, and a 1944 featurette on Hope on “Command
Performance,†a short that went out to the troops to accompany movie
screenings. The theatrical trailer to this and other Kino Lorber titles round
out the package.
For
fans of Hope and Crosby and of a golden era of Hollywood that had a long way to
go before becoming “woke,†Road to Zanzibar has its cinema history
charm.
Was
this really a movie sub-genre? Colorful “Middle Easternâ€
action-comedy-adventures loosely derived from The Book of One Thousand and
One Nights? Full of harem girls, saber-wielding swashbucklers, epic set
pieces with beautifully designed sets and “Arabian†costumes, camels and horses
and tigers, and… comedians?
The
answer is, ahem, yes. During the war years of the early 1940s, Universal
Pictures made several of these “exotic adventure†pictures that capitalized on
the success of Britain’s Thief of Bagdad (1940). Hollywood quickly got
into this act, but like the Bing Crosby and Bob Hope “Road to…†pictures, these
movies set in the world of ancient Arabia were filmed on sound stages in
southern California… and it shows.
The
films were hugely popular at the time, but they have not aged well. We shall
examine two of the more successful entries of this short-lived movement—Arabian
Nights from 1942, and Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves from 1944. Each
picture shared some actors and a cinematographer (W. Howard Greene). Nights was
nominated for no less than four Academy Awards in the categories of
Cinematography and Art Direction (both richly deserved), Sound Recording, and
Score (by Frank Skinner). Ali Baba did not chart at awards season, but
it is, in truth, the better picture.
The
good: These are gloriously produced old Technicolor extravaganzas that show off
the artistry and imagination that only Hollywood can concoct. The films are
truly gorgeous, and the new high definition restorations bring out the colors with
intensity (of the two, Arabian Nights looks the best, but both are
visually exquisite). Secondly, the films provide some excellently choreographed
action sequences such as battles between Arabs and Mongols. It’s as if the
pirate film genre had migrated to the Islamic Golden Age.
But
therein lies the bad. These films have almost nothing to do with the real Book
of One Thousand and One Nights. They are full of stereotypes and likely
blasphemous depictions of Islam. Arabic characters are played by white
Hollywood actors with darkened skin makeup. If all that weren’t bad enough, way
too much of each movie is played for laughs. Blatantly comic actors are cast in
major roles and they stand out like broccoli in a fruit basket. Consider this: Shemp
Howard plays “Sinbad†in Arabian Nights, and he acts exactly like…
Shemp Howard, complete with New York accent, mugging facial expressions, and squeaky
vocalizations when he’s frightened. Loud, sneezy Billy Gilbert also has a
sizable role in the picture. Ali Baba is graced with the presence of
none other than… Andy Devine in a supporting role as one of the Forty
Thieves. Andy Devine as an Arab? He even speaks like Andy Devine in his
whiny drawl, “Aw, Ali, you don’t want to marry the princess! A thousand gold coins
can get you a girl in the marketplace who’s just as purdy!â€
Jon
Hall stars in both movies as our hero. In Arabian Nights, he’s
Haroun-Al-Raschid, the brother of the caliph. He has the title role in Ali
Baba. Sultry Maria Montez is also in both pictures as the love interest. In
the first, she is the famous dancer, Scheherazade (although in the credits and
promotional materials, this is spelled Sherazade, but the characters pronounce
her name the proper way). In Ali Baba, she is Amara, the prince’s daughter.
Turkish-Czech actor Turhan Bey also appears in both movies in supporting roles.
The popular Indian actor Sabu is a featured performer in Arabian Nights,
having emigrated to Hollywood after the success of Thief of Bagdad.
Arabian
Nights is
the tale of two rival brothers, Haroun and Kamar (Leif Erickson, credited as
Leif Erikson), their pursuit of Scheherazade, and their quest to gain power in
Arabia.
Ali
Baba and the Forty Thieves is the tale of Ali, the true caliph who is in exile
because Bagdad is overrun by the Mongols. He wants to reunite with his
childhood sweetheart, Amara, run the Mongols out of town, and reclaim the city
for the Arabs.
The
eye-rolling aspects aside, one must consider the films within the context of
when they were made and released. Yes, they’re silly and loads of rubbish, but in
their own way they are fun and entertaining. If one can get past Shemp Howard
and Andy Devine, one might have a few laughs and appreciate the scenic beauty
on display in these admittedly superb presentations.
Both
films come with interesting audio commentaries by film historian Phillipa
Berry. The theatrical trailers for each title and others from Kino Lorber are
on both disks as well.
Arabian
Nights and
Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, available separately from Kino Lorber,
are prime examples of the Exotic Technicolor Adventure movement that Hollywood
once pushed. So, grab your magic lamp, rub it a few times, sit back, and watch
these vibrant burlesques with your favorite genie.
Okay,
David Cronenberg has made some creepy-ass movies in his career, but there may
not be one as icky as the 1988 Dead Ringers.
Cronenberg’s
horror films seem to always deal with the human body in some grotesque fashion,
whether it be mutant babies being born outside of the womb (The Brood),
heads exploding (Scanners), or a man turning into an insect (The Fly)…
and Dead Ringers fits the bill. It is a movie guaranteed to give women
nightmares, for it’s about insane gynecologists. Identical twins, in fact.
Twin gynecologists with stirrups, strange probing devices, and killer looks.
Let that sink in for a moment.
Dead
Ringers is
somewhat based on a true story about real twin gynecologists, Stewart and Cyril
Marcus, who lived and practiced in New York City in the late 60s and early 70s.
They became addicted to drugs, went a little nuts, and died more or less
together in a posh Manhattan apartment. A 1977 best-selling thriller novel, Twins,
by Bari Wood and Jack Geasland, was loosely based on the Marcus boys, and
Cronenberg’s movie takes inspiration from that as well as the lives of the real
sickos (the screenplay is by Cronenberg and Norman Snider).
Jeremy
Irons delivers the performance of a lifetime as the twins, here named Beverly
and Elliot Mantle, and the trick photography employed by cinematographer Peter
Suschitzky and the visual effects team was state of the art at the time, creating
the illusion that Irons is acting with himself, or rather, another person that
is his mirror image. Irons not being nominated for the Best Actor Oscar is one
of the biggest robberies in Academy Award history, although he did win the
honor from both the New York and Chicago Film Critics. Perhaps Academy voters
found the film too disturbing.
It
is.
The
Mantle twins are successful gynecologists who operate a dual practice. Elliot
is the more confident ladykiller, so he often sleeps with his patients. Then
he, ahem, passes the women on to his brother, Beverly, who is rather shy and
less outgoing. Most of the time, they do this without letting the women know what’s
happening. Yes, the #MeToo movement would have had a field day with these guys.
Enter actress Claire Niveau (Genevieve Bujold), who becomes a patient but is
also addicted to various prescription drugs. Both twins have an affair with
her, and Beverly begins to share the drugs. This leads to delusions and
paranoia, and some of the nightmarish imagery that director Cronenberg presents
are enough to send audience members—female and male—to the lavatory. Of course,
things don’t go well for the Mantles, and it’s a downhill slide from there into
typical Cronenberg tragedy.
Dead
Ringers is
a brilliant discourse of addiction, chauvinism, and madness, and it is arguably
among Cronenberg’s best works. Irons’ performance is a wonder, and the nightmarish
effects and psychological attacks on the audience easily elevate the film to a
slot on “Greatest Horror Films of All Time.†It’s that good.
Shout
Factory’s Blu-ray release is a 2-disk set. The first disk presents the film in
the aspect ratio of 1.78:1. It looks sharp, crystal clear, and so hi-def that
one might think it’s 4K (it’s not). Oddly, Shout decided to give us another
version on the second disk, this time a 2K scan in the aspect ratio of 1.66:1,
which, when all is said and done, isn’t much different from the other version.
The marketing copy on the package claims this is Cronenberg’s preferred aspect
ratio, but there is some discussion among other DVD/Blu-ray reviewers online
that questions that statement. To these eyes, the second version looks slightly
better, perhaps more in line with the appearance of film.
The
first version comes with two audio commentaries: a previously released one with
actor Irons, and a new one with William Beard, author of The Artist as
Monster: The Cinema of David Cronenberg. The second version has no audio
commentaries.
Supplements
include new interviews with actor/artist Stephen Lack (who also starred in Scanners);
actress Heidi von Palleske, who plays one of the Mantle twins’ conquests; DOP
Suschitzky; and special effects artist Gordon Smith. There are also vintage
interviews and featurettes (of poorer video quality) from 1988, and the
theatrical trailer.
Dead
Ringers is
highly recommended for horror film fans, Cronenberg enthusiasts, and for
devotees of good acting—the picture is worth a viewing for Jeremy Irons alone.
Sterling
Hayden was often cast as the gangster, the hooligan, the nutsy general, the
petty criminal with brawn but little brains… and yet here we have him as the
hero of a sticky film noir from 1954 as the chief of police of an urban
setting (southern California?) who loses his job because of allegations of
police brutality. Hayden is perfectly cast, and this is said without sarcasm.
Naked
Alibi
was directed by Jerry Hopper, who made well over a dozen B-movies in the crime,
adventure, western, and melodrama categories in the late 1940s to mid-50s, and
then moved smoothly into television and helmed an abundance of television
episodes for various long-running series into the 70s. Alibi does play
like an extended episode of one of the late 50s TV crime dramas like Naked
City, except with more violence, implied sex, and gritty adult themes.
Unfortunately,
the picture doesn’t come off well, mainly due to the over-the-top and often
histrionic performances of the main cast, and a needless aggression towards
women. Poor Gloria Grahame gets slapped around numerous times, and yet she
stoically barely flinches through most of the assaults. It’s not pretty.
Chief
Joe Conroy (Hayden) has his eye set on pinning some robberies and ultimately a
cop-murder on Al Willis (Gene Barry), a seemingly innocent, married-with-child
baker who happens to get hot-headed and into fights when he drinks too much—an
all too frequent habit. When no physical evidence supports Conroy’s pursuit,
the now-ex-chief shadows Willis on his own, following him to “Border Town†in
Mexico, where he discovers Willis is not so innocent (much of the movie was
shot in Tijuana). Marianna (Grahame) is Willis’ mistress there, and he has fed
her a load of bull about marrying her (and withholding the fact that he’s
already married). Furthermore, Willis is associating with some criminal types
there and has his own gang of cohorts. Conroy sets about wooing Marianna to his
side, making several felonies stick to Willis, forcibly moving the hood back to
the USA, and arresting him. Things become increasingly dangerous for Conroy and
Marianna, and Willis grows progressively more psychotic.
This
probably sounded decent on paper, but the execution is serviceable, at best.
For one thing, Barry is miscast and spends most of the movie jumping from calmness
to out of control at the drop of a hat, and it’s cause for some eye-rolling.
Grahame, whom albeit looks hotter than the streets of the border town, seems
bored and without energy through much of the picture. Again, the way she simply
takes her beatings is another point of unbelievability. As for Hayden, he, too,
could have used a stronger hand at direction, for he tends to chew the scenery
at times when a little restraint would have been more effective.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration is suitably and overly grainy if one
likes one’s film noir in that condition. It comes with English subtitles
for the hearing impaired, as well as an audio commentary by film historian Kat Ellinger.
The theatrical trailer for this and other Kino Lorber titles complete the
presentation.
Naked
Alibi is
recommended strictly for Sterling Hayden and/or Gloria Grahame fans, and for film
noir completists.
This
British gem was considered a lost film until a print was somehow discovered a
little over ten years ago and re-released in art houses and on home video. The
Queen of Spades, from 1949, was one of only nine pictures helmed by Thorold
Dickinson, a Norwegian director who worked mostly in the UK but also in Europe
and Africa. He was perhaps most known for directing the original British
version of Gaslight (1940), which George Cukor and MGM suppressed when
they remade it as a Hollywood movie in 1944 (with Ingrid Bergman). There are
some who believe Dickinson’s Gaslight is the better of the two.
Dickinson
has been re-appraised in recent years by the likes of filmmakers such as Martin
Scorsese and Wes Anderson, and by critics with a taste for genuine style and
substance in their movies. The Queen of Spades was nominated for a BAFTA
award for Best Picture in its year and is now deemed as one of the better
atmospheric dramas of the supernatural, fitting nicely beside such
psychological fare as The Haunting (1963).
Interestingly,
Dickinson was hired as a replacement director mere days before shooting was set
to commence. He replaced co-screenwriter Rodney Ackland (who wrote it with
Arthur Boys), because apparently there were disagreements between Ackland and
the star, Anton Walbrook, and the producer, Anatole de Grunwald (who was also a
colorful character in British cinema). Dickinson did a few days of preparation
and then showed up on the set on a Monday morning ready to work. The result is
quite impressive.
The
tale, based on an Alexander Pushkin short story, is set in St. Petersburg, Russia,
in the early 1800s. This alone provides the filmmakers with a broad canvas for
set design, art direction, and elaborate costumes, which are all gorgeous in
glorious black and white (and it’s arguable that the movie would not have
worked as well had it been in color).
Captain
Herman Suvorin (Walbrook, who had appeared in several Michael Powell and Emeric
Pressburger productions), is a haughty, ambitious man who desires the “secretâ€
to winning a fortune at a popular card game called “Faro.†He learns from a
creepy bookseller that the aging and wealthy Countess Ranevskaya (Dame Edith
Evans, in her first film role at the age of sixty!) had “sold her soul to the
devil†many years ago when she learned this secret. Herman sets out to get to
the countess and extract the knowledge from the old woman by any means
possible, the easiest being to seduce the countess’ innocent and beautiful
ward, Lizavetta (Yvonne Mitchell), and infiltrating the spooky palace through
her. Meanwhile, Lizavetta is being wooed by Herman’s friend, Andrei (Ronald
Howard), who is buddies with the countess’ grandson, Fyodor (a young Anthony
Dawson, whom cinema fans will recognize from Dial M for Murder and Dr.
No). Conflict arises between Herman and Andrei, but things really get
sinister and ghostly once the captain eventually confronts the countess.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray restoration shows off Otto Heller’s dreamy cinematography,
and the film comes with an audio commentary by film critic Nick Pinkerton, as
well as English subtitles for the hearing impaired. Supplements include a short
video introduction by Martin Scorsese; a rather dry video analysis by film
critic/author Philip Horne; a 1951 audio interview with Dickinson at the
British Federation of Film Societies; and a 1968 audio introduction to a
screening of the film by Dickinson in front of an audience. The theatrical
trailer for this and other Kino Lorber releases complete the package.
The
Queen of Spaces is
a fascinating and moody piece of work, certainly for fans of British cinema,
period drama, and things that go bump in the night.
There
were many motion pictures made in the 1960s, 70s, and 80s that depict New York
City as a less than desirable place to be. A hell on earth full of crime,
grime, sin, debauchery, drugs, gangs, and corruption. You know the titles—The
Out of Towners, Midnight Cowboy, Joe, Taxi Driver…
While
the portrayal may very well have been true, to a certain extent, this reviewer
lived in Manhattan over a decade during the relevant years and found it to be
the most exciting, vibrant, culturally potent, and beautifully stimulating
environment. Not only that, the #6 IRT train (the “Pelham 1:23,†hence the
title) is one this reviewer rode almost daily, so the stops, the milieu, and
the atmosphere were dead-on familiarities. As some of us like to say today in
the age when 42nd Street and Times Square have been “Disney-ized,†we miss the
old days when New York had “character,†and we’re not talking about Elmos and Iron
Men hawking photos with tourists.
One
must add to the above list of New York films the marvelous thriller, The
Taking of Pelham One Two Three, from 1974. Director Joseph Sargent
delivered a gritty and accurate nail-biter that displayed Manhattan in its visceral
authenticity, especially regarding the underground subway system, where most of
the movie takes place. New York’s Transit Authority (MTA) cooperated with the
filmmakers, however there is a disclaimer that they didn’t advise or take part
in the story details or provide information on how the trains worked. The one
condition the MTA made to allow filming in the subway was that no graffiti
could be seen in the movie. At the time, graffiti was everywhere, and subway
trains and stations were primary targets for the artists. Throughout the 70s
and 80s, the MTA was at war with graffiti artists—it was a never-ending battle
to keep the cars clean. Thus, the unmarked subway cars seen in the film are the
only thing about it that could be called unrealistic.
Pelham
is
terrific. One unexpected element that makes it so good is the humor exhibited
in the dialogue and by the superb performances of the actors, especially those playing
the Transit Police and the MTA employees. The likes of Walter Matthau, Dick
O’Neill, Jerry Stiller, and Tom Pedi keep the proceedings lively and
entertaining.
Four
armed men (Robert Shaw, Martin Balsam, Hector Elizondo, and Earl Hindman) in
similar disguises (hats, overcoats, mustaches) board the #6 Downtown train,
each using the pseudonym of a color (Mr. Green, Mr. Blue, etc.—nearly twenty
years before Reservoir Dogs, and it is acknowledged by Quentin Tarantino
that Pelham was an influence). At around 28th Street, they hijack the
train, separate the front car from the rest, and park it between stations in
the dark of the tunnel. They hold seventeen passengers and a conductor hostage
and demand $1 million in cash from the city within one hour. Lt. Garber
(Matthau) of the transit police oversees the negotiations and getting things
moving. A mayor downtrodden with the flu (Lee Wallace, who uncannily resembles
future New York mayor Ed Koch, although Koch was not mayor at the time the
picture was made) must approve the payout, the bank must gather the dough, and
the police need to deliver the bundle to the hijackers on time before they
start executing hostages.
It’s
the perfect example of a “ticking clock†thriller, and director Sargent,
screenwriter Peter Stone (adapting from John Godey’s novel), and the actors
pull it off with finesse. Another major component to the film’s success
is the funky, brassy score by David Shire.
Kino
Lorber’s Blu-ray restoration looks and sounds great, and it comes with an audio
commentary by actor/filmmaker Pat Healy and film programmer/historian Jim
Healy. Supplements include a recent interview with actor Elizondo, who provides
several amusing stories about the making of the film and the other actors
involved; a recent interview with composer Shire; and one with editor Jerry
Greenberg. A “Trailers from Hell†episode with Josh Olson, an animated montage
of stills and posters, and the original theatrical trailer round out the
package.
In
short, The Taking of Pelham One Two Three is a seminal “New York Movie,â€
a quintessential “1970s picture,†and one of the better thrillers ever made.
Note: It was remade in 1998 as a TV movie and in 2009 as a theatrical film, but
neither of these comes close to the power and ingenuity of the original.
The
Group,
the 1966 film directed by Sidney Lumet, is based on Mary McCarthy’s 1963
best-selling novel that broke ground by presenting the extraordinary notion
that young women graduating from college in the 1930s had liberating thoughts
in their heads regarding politics, independence, sex, marriage, career, and
motherhood (SARCASM). In all seriousness, the novel did push the envelope, given
the time it was published. It challenged the notion of the All-American Girl’s
only role in society was to get married, have children, and serve her husband.
The
film, which was adapted for the screen and produced by Sidney Buchman, is a
reasonably faithful rendition of the novel, and, seeing that it was released in
that nebulous in-between period between the demise of the Hollywood Production
Code and the institution of the Movie Rating System in America, it is frank and
revealing—but perhaps not enough.
What
is most fascinating about the picture today are the performances by the eight
leading ladies, most of whom were just arriving on the scene and would go on to
bigger and better things. For example, The Group is Candice Bergen’s
first screen appearance.
The
time is 1933 at a fictional women’s college in New England (in the novel it is
explicitly Vassar). Eight women who are close friends refer to themselves as
“the Groupâ€â€”there is Lakey (Bergen), the most beautiful and popular one; Dottie
(Joan Hackett), the seemingly sensible one who makes some rash choices; Priss
(Elizabeth Hartman), politically liberal but too submissive when contested;
Polly (Shirley Knight), perhaps the most independent of the bunch; Kay (Joanna
Pettet), the most materialistic and the most victimized; Pokey (Mary-Robin
Redd), who we don’t get to know as well as the others; Libby (Jessica Walter),
who is the most ambitious and competitive; and Helena (Kathleen Widdoes), who
is perhaps the smartest one. The story follows the eight women’s lives after
graduation over the rest of the decade to the beginning of World War II, mostly
in and around New York City, as they date, get jobs, fall in love (or not),
marry, and have children (some successfully, others not so).
Aside
from a couple of exceptions, the men in their lives are portrayed as selfish,
abusive, and cruel. They are played by the likes of Larry Hagman, Richard
Mulligan, Hal Holbrook, James Broderick, and James Congdon. We also slightly
get to know some of the girls’ parents (one father, played by Robert Emhardt, deemed
as having a mental illness, insists on moving in with his daughter) and other
friends.
While
there is some attempt to give each of the eight ladies their “story,†the movie
focuses mostly on Kay (Pettit), whose emotional range is expertly displayed
throughout as she works to support her caddy, cheating husband; and Polly
(Knight), who approaches her love affairs with an arm’s length attitude and is
too attached to her father. On the second tier of screen time are Libby
(Walter), Dottie (Hackett), and Priss (Hartman), all of whom deliver fine performances
along with Pettet and Knight. Bergen’s character disappears after the first ten
minutes, goes to Europe, and doesn’t return until the last act of the movie.
Sidney
Lumet’s direction is assured as he moves the complicated and many-faceted
storylines along—and yet the picture is too long (at 2-1/2 hours). A lot is
packed into it, though, and something like this might have worked better as a
three-part television mini-series. (In a way, it is Sex and the City for
eight women instead of three, and in quite a different decade from that HBO
show.)
Most
notable about the movie is its dealing with topics not normally discussed on
screen in 1966, the year it was released—birth control, mental illness,
adultery, free love, liberal politics (in the 1930s, Left was LEFT!),
and even lesbianism.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray restoration looks quite good and comes with English
subtitles for the hearing impaired. Unfortunately, there are no supplements
other than the theatrical trailers for this and other Kino Lorber releases.
The
Group is
an interesting time capsule of a specific time in cinema history that shines a
light on a particular era in American history that, in turn, examines a distinctive
social class of gender-exclusive characters.
Reiner shares the movie with Alan Arkin, who made
his feature film debut with his portrayal of a Russian submarine political
officer, along with a marvelous supporting cast of character actors who all
have comedic turns. Penned by Oscar-nominated William Rose (who had written or
co-written The Ladykillers and It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad,
Mad World, and would win the Oscar the following year for Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner), The Russians are Coming, the Russians
are Coming focuses on the conflict between a group of
misplaced Soviet submariners and the panicky townsfolk of a New England island
off the coast of Massachusetts after the summer tourists have left. What it’s
really about, though, is communication, or rather, the lack of it, and how a
series of incidents that are lost in translation might lead to
misunderstandings. Director Jewison delivers that message to the audience
wrapped neatly in a barrel of laughs.
Reiner is Walt Whittaker, a playwright who has
spent the summer on the island with his wife (Eva Marie Saint) and two
children, and the family is ready to depart. His rented house on the coast
happens to be near where the Russians’ submarine accidentally runs aground. The
captain (Theodore Bikel) sends Lt. Rozanov (Arkin), officer Alexei Kolchin
(John Phillip Law), and seven other men to go find a boat, commandeer it, and
bring it back so they can tow the sub away from the island. Things begin
promisingly, and then all hell breaks loose as one mishap after another foils
the Russians’ scheme. Police Chief Mattocks (Brian Keith), his deputy Norman Jonas
(Jonathan Winters), and, ultimately, war veteran and head of the citizens
militia, Hawkins (Paul Ford), receive conflicting reports of the “invasion†and
set about investigating it in their own misguided ways (although Mattocks is
indeed the sensible one). Throw in a sudden romantic attraction between Alexei
and the Whittaker’s babysitter, Alison (Andrea Dromm), the antics of phone
operator Alice (the splendid Tessie O’Shea), and a drunk “Paul Revere†who
spends the entire film trying to catch his horse (Ben Blue), and you’ve got a
recipe for a comedy classic. The climax, however, is surprisingly suspenseful
when the Russians and Americans finally reach a standoff at the harbor—until an
unrelated crisis occurs that shakes everyone out of the mob mentality.
The straight man role was something Carl Reiner
could do well; he always brought a heightened intensity to his parts that was
simultaneously boisterous and believable, and yet amusing, too. Arkin, whose
dialogue is 85% authentic Russian throughout the picture, immediately proved to
the world what an amazing actor he is (he received an Oscar nomination for his
performance and won a Golden Globe). Winters and Ford both provide much of the
insane humor. O’Shea is hilarious, especially in the scene in which she and
Reiner are gagged and tied together and attempt to escape. Law, a newcomer at
the time, is a striking and likeable presence, and he masters the Russian
language and the accented English with aplomb.
It’s all great stuff, punctuated by Johnny Mandel’s
score of American patriotic music mixed with Russian folk songs. Along with
Arkin’s nomination, The Russians are
Coming… was also nominated for Best Picture, Best Adapted
Screenplay (Rose), and Best Editing (Hal Ashby was co-editor).
Kino Lorber’s high definition restoration looks
good enough, despite some washing out of color in some places, as well as blemishes
and artifacts that can be seen in some of the images. The only supplements are
an informative and entertaining “making of†featurette with an interview with
Jewison, and the theatrical trailer.
In short, The
Russians are Coming, The Russians are Coming is grand
fun, and it’s a fitting showcase for the late, great Carl Reiner.
Nobody
wants the legacy of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy to disappear. Young people may
have heard of the comic duo, but few have seen them these days. This is understandably
disturbing to cinephiles or those of us of an older generation who have admired
since childhood the genius on display when the pair performed in front of the
camera. While RHI Entertainment issued a fabulous DVD set in 2011 (10 disks in
the U.S.) that contained most of Laurel and Hardy’s output for Hal Roach after
sound kicked in, a new Blu-ray treasure chest has just been released by
MVDvisual that contains stunning restorations in high definition of a
respectable number of titles.
Laurel
and Hardy—The Definitive Restorations could be a holy grail for members of Sons of
the Desert, the International Laurel and Hardy Society that is devoted to
keeping the lives and works of Stan and Ollie before the public “and have a
good time doing it.†It is also a must for anyone who has even a passing
interest in the history of film comedy or film in general.
The
four-disk set contains two of the duo’s most revered feature films—Sons of
the Desert (1933) and Way Out West (1937) along with seventeen
classic shorts released between 1927 and 1933. Two of the shorts, Berth
Marks (1929) and Brats (1930) are presented twice, each with two
different soundtracks—one with the original Vitaphone track and the other with the
re-issued 1936 version.
Sons
of the Desert might
be the definitive Laurel and Hardy movie. In it, both boys must deceive their
suspicious wives about attending the Shriners-like “Sons of the Desertâ€
convention in Chicago. Of course, one lie turns into a hundred and they keep
digging their holes deeper. Way Out West is a western, naturally, with
the boys attempting to deliver a gold mine deed to the rightful owner, only to
be hoodwinked by the villains. The picture contains the celebrated dance
routine Stan and Ollie performs while the Avalon Boys sing “At the Ball, That’s
All.â€
All
of the shorts are marvelous. The Oscar-winning The Music Box (1932) is
there, plus favorites such as the two with different soundtracks, and Hog
Wild (1930), Come Clean (1931), County Hospital (1932), and Busy
Bodies (1933). But the shining star of the set is the long “lost†but
recently found silent gem, The Battle of the Century (1927), which
contains the pie fight to end all pie fights. This is a seminal work in the
Laurel and Hardy canon, and it had seemed that since 1957 only three minutes of
footage of the approximately twenty-minute film was thought to exist. In 1980,
Leonard Maltin found the bulk of reel one in the archive of the Museum of
Modern Art (what, they didn’t know they had it?). In 2015, film historian John
Mirsalis discovered the complete reel two. There are still two to three minutes
missing—the new set makes up for it by including stills and intertitles—but with
The Definitive Restorations we now have an almost complete version on
home video. The film comes with a new music track by Donald Sosin. Look for a
young Lou Costello as an extra in the crowd ringside during the early boxing
match sequence! In short, the inclusion of The Battle of the Century is worth
the price of admission.
The
restorations by Jeff Joseph/SabuCat in conjunction with the UCLA Film and
Television Archive and Library of Congress are simply beautiful. The
contributions by film historians, archivists, and Laurel and Hardy scholars
Randy Skretvedt and Richard W. Bann can’t be understated. Bann commented to the
reviewers, “I saved the nitrate film from being disposed of and gave it to
UCLA. We did our own commercial restoration and preservation for the Eastern
hemisphere (though 35mm fine grains were provided at cost to the Western
Hemisphere copyright proprietor, which generated what you see on TCM and in the
Essential Laurel and Hardy DVD box set). Once I steered the nitrate to
UCLA, Jeff Joseph donated money and oversaw the institutional restoration and
preservation, as well as the digital upgrade, something we did not do for
Munich originally, owing to time and cost considerations, as well as because
the technology was less advanced during the 1985-2002 period. I supplied the
still photos for the extras, except for those which came from Oliver Hardy’s
collection. I consulted on the matter of rights clearances. I loaned studio
documents, pressbooks, etc., to be scanned for inclusion with the extras, and I
loaned the Kodachrome print of The Tree in a Test Tube.â€
The
nearly nine hours of supplements are just as spectacular as the films
themselves. Skretvedt and Bann share the commentary duties (Bann is on The
Battle of the Century and The Music Box, while Skretvedt does the
rest). The combined knowledge of these two film aficionados about the history
of Laurel and Hardy and Hal Roach Studios makes the set a must-have for
devotees of the boys. In addition, there are 2,500 rare photos, posters, and
studio files; film and audio interviews with many of the duo’s co-workers and
Sons of the Desert society attendants of the 60s; a 50s-era interview with
Hardy aboard the ship sailing from England during the period depicted in the
recent biopic, Stan and Ollie (and it’s amazing how much the aging Hardy
resembles the made-up John C. Reilly!); a restoration from 16mm Kodachrome of
the rare 1942 color short produced by the U.S. Department of Agriculture, The
Tree in a Test Tube;and trailers. The interviews, mostly conducted
by Skretvedt in the early 1980s, are of varying audio and visual quality. Unfortunately,
when asked what the chances are of locating a print of the ultra-rare lost 1927
silent film, Hat’s Off, Bann answered, “In the words of Oliver Hardy,
‘Null and void!’ We will cover all bets for finding Hat’s Off giving 100
to 1 odds.â€
This
isn’t just “another nice mess†they’ve got you into, it’s a gorgeous nice
mess. Laurel and Hardy—the Definitive Restorations is highly and most
enthusiastically recommended.
For
information about the Sons of the Desert, visit www.sonsofthedesertinfo.com.
The society was founded in 1965 by John McCabe, who wrote the first true
biography of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy in 1961. McCabe wanted to start an
organization dedicated to the love of the duo along the lines of The Baker
Street Irregulars (honoring Sherlock Holmes). McCabe had Laurel’s blessing, as
long as no one referred to the society as a “fan club.†“Fan†is short for
“fanatic,†and he didn’t want that. The society has been going strong with
worldwide chapters—called “tentsâ€â€”ever since.
Recently
there was hue and cry about the new streaming service HBO Max and their
decision to remove the 1939 Oscar-winning classic Gone with the Wind
from their lineup because of its no-question-about-it racial stereotypes. While
the intention might be admirable, there is also the danger of destroying a part
of cultural history that should be studied and learned from, rather than
rendering it invisible. Besides, viewers have a choice to watch a movie,
unlike, say, gazing at a statue on public display that is there for all to see
no matter what.
Another
Hollywood classic from the same era that certainly falls into identical
“problem†areas is William Wyler’s Jezebel, which earned Bette Davis her
second Oscar, awarded supporting actress Fay Bainter a trophy, and was
nominated for Best Picture of 1938. It, too, is set in the antebellum south
(New Orleans, to be exact) a few years prior to the Civil War.
What
makes Jezebel a shockingly potent film for today is that a) its
protagonist, Julie Marsden (Davis) is the type of white-privileged, spoiled,
and arrogant young woman who would be called a “Karen†on today’s social media
for causing a scene in public; b) the obvious racial inequalities, which are
inevitable when dealing with stories of the time; and c) the pandemic of yellow
fever—“Yellow Jackâ€â€”is a rampant plot point, and we see many characters wearing
masks!
Jezebel
was
rushed into production by Warner Brothers due to the huge success of the
publication of Gone with the Wind and the furor over MGM’s preparations
of adapting it into a film. Bette Davis was offered the lead role in Jezebel
after it was clear that she wasn’t going to be cast as Scarlett O’Hara in Wind.
Thus, Jezebel capitalized on the interest in Wind and was
released 21 months earlier!
The
story in a nutshell: Julie is staying at the plantation of her Aunt Belle
(Bainter) to escape the yellow fever epidemic that has hit where she lives. She
has her eyes set on banker Preston Dillard (Henry Fonda), but she has no qualms
with leading on the more rakish Buck Cantrell (George Brent). After Julie
causes a scandal by wearing a red dress at a ball in which all virginal,
unmarried women wear only white, Preston drops her and goes north on business.
Upon his return, Julie is surprised that he’s brought with him a “Yankee†wife,
Amy (Margaret Lindsay). Julie continues her bad behavior, egging on Buck to
insult both Preston and Amy, which leads to tragic consequences. Meanwhile, the
pandemic is getting worse and the disease is encroaching on New Orleans—drastic
measures are being taken to contain the outbreak, and it’s not pretty.
The
cast is quite good. Bette Davis is indeed spectacular in the role, and her
Oscar win is justified. For a picture released in 1938, her performance
contains unusual subtlety and nuances that were not typically a component of
screen acting of the era. Fonda is his reliable self, a man of principle and
honor, and he always does that well. Brent is suitably smarmy and yet likable.
The production is well made—director William Wyler at the time was becoming one
of Hollywood’s stalwart filmmakers; this early success assured his place on the
road to greater heights.
The
picture’s treatment of African-American characters is exactly what one would
expect from a Hollywood movie about the south as seen through the prism of
1938. Eddie Anderson (“Rochester†on The Jack Benny Show) makes an
appearance as one of servants working for the family. It’s not indicated that
all the black people on the plantation are slaves, but that’s what they are. In
stereotypical Hollywood fashion, they are all “happy slaves,†and in fact they
gather one night for a ritual sing-a-long to Julie. Yes, the scene is cringe-worthy
today, but one must critique movies within the context of when they were made.
Julie’s
behavior in the story may be abominable by the standards of the society
portrayed in the film, but isn’t she just asserting her independence and feminism?
Perhaps. Still, she does some nasty things to the men around her. This may
cause some audiences to have trouble buying her sudden turn toward redemption
at the film’s end.
Warner
Archive’s new Blu-ray edition looks marvelous. As a straight port-over in high
definition from the original DVD release, the feature comes with an audio
commentary by film historian Jeanine Basinger. Supplements include a featurette
on the making of the movie, a vintage musical short with Jimmy Dorsey and his
Orchestra, a vintage cartoon (“Daffy Duck in Hollywood,†one of the greatest!),
a promotional featurette with Davis on the Warners lot, and the theatrical
trailer.
If
you’re a Bette Davis fan, or an aficionado of classic William Wyler and/or
Hollywood fare, then Jezebel is for you. It does act as a time capsule
for a certain era in Tinsel Town, and for that alone it is a fascinating relic.
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Here’s
an interesting lesson in filmmaking. Students of the art might learn something
by watching the two different cuts of this motion picture to see what happens
when a movie is edited down—especially when the original was made by bona fide artists
as opposed to a slick Hollywood producer who, albeit successful, might not
know everything.
David
O. Selznick was a powerhouse producer and head of his own personal studio (he
had, after all, produced Gone with the Wind, Rebecca, Spellbound,
and many other Hollywood classics). “The Archers†were a unique British directing/writing/producing
team and production company that consisted of the brilliant Michael Powell and
Emeric Pressburger, who, for a solid decade, delivered some of the most
engaging and beautifully-rendered works of cinematic art in the 20th Century.
It is true that Powell and Pressburger were perhaps not as appreciated during
their time as they should have been, but their work has been re-evaluated and
newly appraised (by the likes of filmmakers such as Martin Scorsese, among
others). Nevertheless, today there is no debating that The Archers made a
handful of masterpieces between 1941 and 1951, including The Life and Death
of Colonel Blimp, A Matter of Life and Death, Black Narcissus,
and The Red Shoes.
In
1950, Powell and Pressburger teamed up with American producer Selznick to make Gone
to Earth, which was based on the 1917 novel by Mary Webb. The story takes
place in the country-lands between England and Wales in the late 1800s, thereby
automatically opening it up to scenic beauty and a cinematographer’s dream. Gone
to Earth stars Selznick’s then-wife, Jennifer Jones, as Hazel, a
free-spirited, unsophisticated and superstitious “nature girl†who has an
affinity with all animals (except, significantly, dogs) and especially a wild
young fox, “Foxy,†that she keeps as a pet.
Edward
Marston (Cyril Cusack) is a Baptist minister new to the nearby village, and he
immediately becomes smitten with Hazel. She reluctantly agrees to marry him,
even though she has already met and is intrigued by the arrogant, handsome, and
wealthy squire Jack Reddin (David Farrar), who lives in quite the palace-like
manor, complete with a feisty servant (Hugh Griffith). Oddly, it’s implied that
Edward does not consummate the marriage with Hazel. It isn’t long before she
runs off to engage in (again, it’s implied) carnal passion with Jack. As
expected, things don’t turn out well for Hazel.
The
plot of Gone to Earth might remind viewers of David Lean’s Ryan’s
Daughter, which was released twenty years later. What the earlier film has
going for it is Jones, who is splendid—despite being slightly miscast, in this
reviewer’s opinion—and the gorgeous Technicolor photography by Christopher
Challis. This is a “mood picture,†in that it’s really all about the setting,
the period, and the attitudes of the characters rather than the story.
Enter
Selznick. He did to Gone to Earth what he did to Vittorio De Sica’s Terminal
Station three years later. This Italian production, directed by the great
Neo-Realist filmmaker and produced by Selznick, also starred Jennifer Jones
(see the Cinema Retro review here). Selznick didn’t like
the original film, but he had the right to recut it for the American release,
which he did, turning the picture into Indiscretion of an American Wife
against De Sica’s wishes.
With
Gone to Earth, Selznick also infuriated the original filmmakers by deleting
nearly a half hour from the 110-minute running time, adding “Overture†and
“Exit Music†title cards and music, and even having shot a couple of new scenes
(directed by uncredited Rouben Mamoulian). Selznick released the new version as
The Wild Heart in the USA in 1952.
Neither
version did very well financially or critically in their respective releases at
the time, although Powell and Pressburger’s original Gone to Earth, like
all The Archers’ movies,has received considerable reassessment and
acclaim.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray edition presents both pictures in glorious,
colorful restorations, with The Wild Heart as its main feature, and Gone
to Earth as a supplemental attraction. The former exhibits the better
transfer, with clear, sharp imagery. The latter is almost as good, but it is
obvious that it came from different source material. There are English
subtitles for the hearing impaired. Each film sports an audio commentary—The
Wild Heart by film historian Troy Howarth and Gone to Earth by film
historian Samm Deighan. Other trailers featuring actress Jones round out the
package.
Gone
to Earth was
the second-to-last production by Powell and Pressburger working together. It’s
not in the top tier of their pictures, to be sure, but it’s still a worthwhile
and fascinating pastoral meditation on life in Britain in those days. The
Wild Heart serves as another example of Hollywood meddling, but an
interesting study piece for filmmakers and editors.
Enter
beat cop Nestor Patou (Jack Lemmon), who is 2/3 honest and enthusiastic, and
1/3 very naïve. On his first day on the job, he attempts to arrest all the
women, which of course gets him fired. His chief, Inspector Lefevre (Herschel
Bernardi), protects the prostitution racket because, well, it’s tradition. But
Nestor has met Irma in the process, and the two of them fall in love. Nestor
proceeds, then, to become her mec after coming to blows with Hippolyte. Things
become more complicated when Nestor has the silly idea of borrowing a large
amount of money from Moustache, disguising himself as a wealthy British man,
“Lord X,†and paying Irma the money simply for “conversation and
companionship.†Irma then hands over the money to Nestor, which makes him look
good to all the other pimps, and then Nestor repays Moustache. The scheme
works… until it doesn’t.
The
whole thing is farcical and hopelessly improbable, and yet Lemmon and MacLaine
(and Jacobi) are so winning that one can’t help but go along for the ride.
There are plenty of laughs, much bawdy humor, and tons of witty dialogue. The
problem with Irma la Douce is that it is simply too long. The picture
runs 2 hours and 20 minutes, and very few comedies can sustain that kind of
length. A half hour could easily have been trimmed out of the movie. It’s not a
fatal flaw, but one that keeps Irma from residing among the top tier of
Wilder classics.
Interestingly,
the Irma role was supposed to have been played by Marilyn Monroe, but she died
before production began. What would Irma la Douce have been like with a
re-teaming of Lemmon and Monroe? One can only imagine. Instead, we got the
genuinely satisfactory reunion between Lemmon and MacLaine, who had made The
Apartment for Wilder three years earlier.
Watch
for a young James Caan in a walk-on role as an American G.I. customer of one of
the poules, and yes, that’s Louis Jourdan’s voice as the narrator in the
beginning sequence.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration beautifully shows off Joseph
LaShelle’s Oscar-nominated cinematography—the colors are rich and vivid in
their widescreen glory. There are English subtitles for the hearing impaired,
along with two separate audio commentaries—one by film historian Joseph
McBride, author of How Did Lubitsch Do It?, and another by film
historian Kat Ellinger. The theatrical trailer and other Kino Lorber release
trailers and reversible sleeve artwork round out the package.
Irma
la Douce is
for fans of Wilder, Lemmon, and MacLaine, and for movie aficionados who can
appreciate a picture within the context of when it was released. Nudge-nudge,
wink-wink.
There’s
no question that the 1966 film adaptation of Edward Albee’s 1962 Tony-winning
play, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, is one of the most important and
influential motion pictures of the 1960s. It not only showcased four
superlative acting performances, a jaw-dropping impressive directorial debut
(by Mike Nichols), brilliant black and white cinematography and editing, but it
also changed the Hollywood movie industry.
By
the mid-60s, the archaic Production Code, which had been in force since July
1934, was in its death throes. When Otto Preminger began releasing titles in
the 1950s without the Production Code Seal of Approval (The Moon is Blue,
The Man with the Golden Arm, Anatomy of a Murder), he proved to
the powers-that-be that the Code was not infallible. Then along came such fare
as Psycho, Lolita, and The Pawnbroker in the early 60s, and
it was clear that the American public wanted to see more “adult†pictures.
The times-they-were-a-changing. By 1966, the Code was all but demolished, and
Jack Valenti was appointed the head of the MPAA. As Valenti states in one of
the documentary supplements on the Warner Archive Blu-ray release of Virginia
Woolf, he had already begun thinking about implementing the movie ratings
system (which would launch in late 1968) because he, too, felt that America
could handle subjects for mature audiences.
Albee’s
Broadway play was shocking for its language—curse words galore—and its frank
sexual implications. Its portrayal of a failed marriage perhaps mirrored many
such unions across middle-class USA, and this alone made the material
controversial. Jack Warner, in a canny move, must have seen the way of the future
and bought the film rights early on. It was another four years before the
picture was made, but he allowed it to be adapted faithfully, with most of the
dialogue intact, and with top-notch talent involved in every aspect of the
production.
The
great Ernest Lehman was hired to adapt the play, but he made it a condition of
his employment that he also be made producer. Warner agreed. Lehman wanted
Elizabeth Taylor to play Martha, and this casting choice raised eyebrows.
Taylor was 20 years too young and had so far not shown anything near the
dramatic chops required to play the demanding role. Taylor, in turn, insisted
that her husband at the time, Richard Burton, portray George. The two
supporting roles of Nick and Honey were filled out by George Segal and Sandy
Dennis (her second film appearance), and this quartet has proven to be one of
the most successful casting coups in cinema history.
George
and Martha are in their fifties—he an associate professor at a New England
college and she the daughter of the college president. Perhaps their marriage
was one of convenience and career-making years earlier, but now it is bitter,
cruel, and spiteful. One late night after a faculty party, they return home,
drunk, and Martha reveals she has invited another couple, Nick and Honey—he a young
and handsome professor at the college and she an introverted housewife—to stop
by for more drinks. Once the quartet is together, the games begin. These are
psychological battles of emotional will which begin between George and Martha,
but soon envelope Nick and Honey. Secrets emerge. Lives are shattered. The dark
underbelly of love and marriage is upended and revealed for all to see.
It
doesn’t sound like a good time at the movies, does it? Forget it! This is
riveting stuff. The acting alone is so astonishingly good that you will hang on
to every line of dialogue. Haskell Wexler’s Oscar-winning black and white cinematography
(the last year this category was utilized) brings the audience up close and
personal in such a way that the film version may very well be more effective
than the stage play. Virginia Woolf ended up being nominated for
thirteen Academy Awards and in every category for which it was eligible,
including Best Picture, Director, and Adapted Screenplay, and all four actors received
nods in their respective slots. Taylor and Dennis won in their categories
(Actress and Supporting Actress). The crime, however, is that Richard Burton
did not win. While Paul Scofield was brilliant in A Man for All Seasons,
Burton’s performance is generally considered by many critics to be the actor’s
career-best (all of the talking heads in the supplemental documentaries are of
this opinion, including Albee, critic Richard Schickel, and Wexler.)
The
Warner Archive Blu-ray is a port-over from the “Special Edition†2-disk
anniversary DVD that came out four years ago. The high definition remastering
looks gorgeous, and it comes with two audio commentaries: one with DP Wexler,
and the other with Nichols and filmmaker Steven Soderbergh. The extensive
supplements (not in high definition) include an hour long TV special from 1975
about Elizabeth Taylor’s career; a vintage interview with Nichols; Sandy
Dennis’ screen tests; two featurettes on the making of the film and its impact
on the industry; and the theatrical trailer.
Who’s
Afraid of Virginia Woolf? is a powerful punch to the gut. It may be a rough ride,
but it’s a thoroughly engrossing one, and you’ll come out on the other side
enlightened. Highly recommended.
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Ray
Bradbury’s excellent 1951 short story anthology, The Illustrated Man, is
one of the author’s most revered works. It contains eighteen tales loosely
framed by a narrator who meets a carnival sideshow freak covered in tattoos
that “tell storiesâ€â€”and each entry in the book illustrates one of the tattoos.
“Don’t
you call them tattoos!†Rod Steiger belligerently yells at the
protagonist of the 1969 film adaptation. “They are skin ill-us-tra-TIONS!†Steiger
emotes in his inimitable scenery-chewing way.
And
there is the crux of why The Illustrated Man, which was adapted by
co-producer Howard B. Kreitsek, doesn’t work too well. Steiger, who plays
“Carl,†the illustrated man, had a checkered career marked by many brilliant
performances… but also, perhaps, more eccentric and over-the-top ones. His good
screen appearances (On the Waterfront, Oklahoma!, The Pawnbroker,
Doctor Zhivago, In the Heat of the Night, among others) are truly
excellent, and Heat of the Night earned him an Oscar for Best Actor. But
then there is No Way to Treat a Lady, Waterloo, and Lolly-Madonna
XXX. Steiger’s performance in The Illustrated Man probably falls
into the latter category, although he has his moments.
The
time is the 1930s (judging from the automobile seen at the beginning). Willie
(Robert Drivas) is hitchhiking his way west and stops at a lake for a swim and
campout. Carl, the illustrated man, happens to be doing the same. The pair
meet, and Carl is unreasonably confrontational and unfriendly, and yet the two
men settle down to share coffee (actually, Carl takes it without asking). Then
Carl reveals his illustrated body to the shocked Willie and begins to tell his
story of how a witch from the future named Felicia (Claire Bloom, Steiger’s
wife at the time) entranced him and proceeded to tattoo his entire body (sorry,
illustrate his body). Three tales from Bradbury’s anthology are then
enacted. “The Veldt†is in the future, and it features both Steiger and Bloom
as a married couple with two children who play in a virtual reality “nurseryâ€
that reproduces realistic places… in this case an African veldt occupied by
hungry lions. “The Long Rain†features Steiger with three other astronauts on
Venus, where it’s constantly raining. They’re lost and attempting to find a
“sun dome†for shelter, but the men begin to go nuts. “The Last Night of the
World†again presents Steiger and Bloom as a married couple who learn that the
world will end overnight, so the population has decided to end the lives of
their children so that they won’t suffer. There are, of course, twists in all
three tales.
There
is much to admire about the film. Steiger’s “illustrationsâ€â€”the makeup and
design—are truly magnificent, and kudos should be awarded to the technicians
responsible. Jerry Goldsmith’s eerily beautiful score creates a melancholic
mood that is quite effective. Bloom is good, charismatic, believable, and
gorgeous. Where the movie falls short is in the inelegant writing, clumsy direction,
and in Steiger’s odd performance. Sometimes his line readings are just… strange.
Maybe that was intentional, but instead of coming off “other worldly,†it’s
more like campy bad acting.
This
viewer remembers seeing the film in 1969 as a young teen and being taken with
the storytelling and mood. It also seemed to be very “adult†(there are flashes
of nudity) and was rated “M†at the time (for Mature audiences), a designation
later replaced by PG. In those days, the “M†could often lie somewhere between
today’s PG and R in terms of sex and violence. Ah, the good old days.
Warner
Archive’s new Blu-ray (produced on demand when ordered) looks sharp and clear
in its widescreen glory. A short featurette on the creation of Steiger’s makeup
and illustrations, and the theatrical trailer, are included as supplements.
The
Illustrated Man may
not be a perfect Ray Bradbury adaptation, but any Bradbury on screen is better
than none.
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The
1948 courtroom drama, I, Jane Doe, directed by John H. Auer and starring
the inimitable Ruth Hussey as a defense attorney who displays feminist
tendencies before that word was in the public vernacular, is a well-acted,
twisty-plotted, and entertaining B-movie flick from second-string studio
Republic Pictures—except for one thing… the trial and all the aspects
associated with it (legalities, procedures, and “how a criminal case worksâ€) is
absolute nonsense.
It’s
as if screenwriter Lawrence Kimble made up a courtroom drama based on what he’d
seen from other movies of that ilk without ever studying the law as it applies
to a trial. In no way would our heroine, Eve Meredith Curtis (Hussey), be able
to insist on a retrial of a convicted murderer (in this case, “Jane Doe,â€
played by Vera Ralston) on the basis that Ms. Doe had refused to reveal her
real name or present a defense for herself in the first trial. Secondly, the
second trial is presented with the defense leading off the process and calling
witnesses before the State does. What? All the prosecutor (Gene Langston) can
do throughout it is to object, only to have the objections mostly overruled by
an unbelievably sympathetic judge (James Bell).
“Jane
Doe†shot Stephen Curtis (Eve’s husband, played by John Carroll) one day in his
New York apartment. The evidence is clear. She did it. She is tried and
sentenced to the electric chair. However, it is then revealed that she is
pregnant with Curtis’ child. Jane delivers the baby while in prison, and the
execution is rescheduled. Before that can happen, though, Eve (who had retired
from law practice to become Mrs. Curtis years before) decides to talk to Jane
and find out the real story behind it all…and then re-enters her practice to
get a re-trial for Jane. As if it were that easy. Of course, as the second
trial progresses, we learn Stephen Curtis’ secrets, the truth behind Jane Doe and
her identity, and that Eve has secrets of her own.
Despite
the ridiculousness of the legalities in the story, I, Jane Doe does
manage to be an engaging near-90-minutes of cinema. Hussey carries the picture
with aplomb. Ralston is also effective as the accused, and Carroll is suitably
caddish for his role.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration looks quite good. Unfortunately, there
are no supplements other than trailers for other Kino Lorber releases.
I,
Jane Doe may
have courtroom hijinks in the plot, but it’s still an appealing melodrama,
thanks to Hussey and the basic story twists that keep us guessing.
If
you’ve never seen Waiting for Guffman, you owe it to yourself to grab
this wonderful motion picture (now available as a Warner Archive Blu-ray
release) or find it streaming somewhere, for it is such a laugh-a-minute
extravaganza that truly set in motion the so-called “mockumentaries†made by
Christopher Guest and his revolving stock company of comic actors.
It
all started, of course, with This is Spinal Tap (1984), in which Guest,
Michael McKean, and Harry Shearer (among others) presented a pseudo-documentary
about a wacky rock band. This picture was directed by Rob Reiner. It was so
well done that some people wondered why Reiner had chosen a band “no one had
heard of†to make a documentary about. The film skewered the rock world, band
politics and antics, and gave us highly quotable lines of dialogue and
memorable sequences, as well as actual songs ultimately released as a real
album.
A
decade later, Guest took the mockumentary concept and made it his own beginning
with Waiting for Guffman, which premiered at the Boston Film Festival in
1996 and was released to U.S. cinemas in early 1997. His stock company in this
case included Eugene Levy, Catherine O’Hara, Fred Willard, Parker Posey, Bob
Balaban, Michael Hitchcock, Larry Miller, and others. Even Michael McKean and
Harry Shearer show up in the credits—as co-composers with Guest of the original
songs performed in the picture (so, in effect, one could say that Spinal Tap
wrote the score for Waiting for Guffman).
Guffman
uses
the documentary approach to what it’s like to be in a small-town community
theatre. The 150th-anniversary celebration of Blaine, Missouri is approaching,
and Corky St. Clair (Guest) is in charge of putting on the live show that will
tell the story of the town’s history. Corky used to work in New York theatre
(so he says), so the townspeople consider him to be an “expert†(his previous
production of Barefoot in the Park was apparently a smash). Ron and
Sheila Albertson (Willard and O’Hara) are travel agents who believe they have
talent and have experience acting in the community productions, so they’re a
shoo-in to be cast. Town dentist Dr. Allan Pearl (Levy) has never acted but has
the bug, so he auditions. Libby Mae Brown (Posey) works at the Dairy Queen and
aspires to make it big. Corky brings in music teacher Lloyd Miller (Balaban) to
handle the musical direction. Unfortunately, Corky has no budget to speak of
and must make lemonade out of, well, a lot of bad lemons. The town council,
after first refusing Corky’s request for $100,000 (!) to do the show, they
encourage him to “make magic†the way he’s done before. Indeed, Corky’s magic
ultimately gets the show up and running.
The
humor comes in the improvised characterizations the brilliant cast brings to
the table. For example, Guest plays Corky as a closeted gay man with every
stereotypical mannerism in the book, even down to speaking of a wife that no
one ever sees. Anyone who has worked in community theatre (or high school or
college theatre, for that matter) must know someone exactly like Corky
St. Clair. The late Fred Willard is hilarious as the wannabe movie star, and
O’Hara is a perfect foil for him. Posey is very winning; the actress was just
beginning her career when the picture was made, and she almost steals the
movie. Balaban plays his part as a frustrated perfectionist who would rather be
the boss of the production instead of following Corky’s orders.
Guest
would go on to make other classic mockumentaries (Best in Show, A
Mighty Wind), but they don’t get much better than Waiting for Guffman,
the title of which refers to the famous Samuel Beckett play, Waiting for
Godot. In this case, Guffman is the New York critic who Corky promises will
come to see the show and possibly take the company to Broadway.
Warner
Archive’s Blu-ray (produced on demand) looks sharp and colorful, and it is a
high definition transfer of the previously released DVD from years ago. It
comes with an audio commentary by Guest and Levy that is as entertaining as the
film itself. For supplements, there are many deleted/additional scenes that are
just as fun, including two musical numbers from the “show†that were cut for the
theatrical release. These scenes also come with optional commentary by Guest
and Levy. The theatrical trailer rounds out the package.
Waiting
for Guffman stands
as one of the great comedies of the last 25 years, and it’s a testament to the
tremendous talent of many alumni of National Lampoon’s Radio Hour, Second
City, SCTV, Saturday Night Live, and other breeding grounds
of some of our most treasured funny people. Highly recommended.
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The
winner of the Palme d’Or at the 1965 Cannes Film Festival was a
thoroughly “mod,†Swinging London-set comedy directed by rising star filmmaker Richard
Lester, who was just coming off the huge success of helming the Beatles in A
Hard Day’s Night.
Adapted
by Charles Wood from a stage play by Ann Jellicoe, The Knack is a
loosely-constructed stream of consciousness tale of Colin (Michael Crawford), a
shy young man who is inexperienced with women and greatly desires “the knackâ€
of seducing them the way his friend Tolen (Ray Brooks) can. Tolen is a handsome
drummer and seems to have women (who all look like the type of model in the
Twiggy years—mid-60s hip, mod, sexy) all around him. He’s a bit of a cad,
though, and not a particularly nice guy. Colin and Tolen live with Tom (Donal
Donnelly) in a London flat that serves as a grand central station for all these
women. Meanwhile, Nancy (Rita Tushingham), an innocent newcomer to London, meets
the trio. Colin sets his sights on her, but Tolen muscles in and attempts to
exercise his alpha male prowess. What happens next is a cockeyed treatise on
relationships in the context of this swinging lifestyle, all examined through
the gaze of an op art lens. There is a combination of slapstick, pratfalls,
wordplay, titillation, and, toward the end, a disturbing sequence (for today,
that is) in which Nancy falsely—but symbolically—accuses Tolen of rape.
It’s
a strange piece of work, something that is decidedly dated, but it’s important
to judge cinema within the context of when it was released. At the time, The
Knack was edgy, out of the box moviemaking. One will have to decide whether
it works for today’s audience or not.
The
one thing that does work—spectacularly—is John Barry’s jazzy score, one
of his landmark 1960s efforts. There are a few dreamy pieces with strings and
vibraphone that foreshadow his underwater scenes music in Thunderball,
which was due to be released at the end of ’65.
And
look for the faces of Charlotte Rampling, Jacqueline Bisset, and Jane Birkin
among the extras of beautiful “birds,†as the English lads called them back in
the day.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration looks and sounds fine in all its
widescreen, black and white glory (and this is a picture that is filmed in stark
contrasting black and white!). Supplements include two “Trailers from Hellâ€â€”one
on the film with Allan Arkush, and one on Lester’s 1969 picture, The Bed
Sitting Room analyzed by fellow director John Landis, plus theatrical trailers for this and other
Kino Lorber releases.
The
Knack…and How to Get It is a relic of its time, a snapshot of a pop culture in
flux during a significant period of innovation and experimentation.
The
Bing Crosby and Bob Hope “Road to…†series began in 1940 with this landmark
musical-comedy that teamed the dueling popular radio personalities for the
silver screen. Each of them had already been featured alone in Hollywood
pictures prior to this, but Hope, especially, had not yet become the huge star
that he would be over the ensuing years. At the time, Crosby was the bigger celebrity,
and, in fact, so was Dorothy Lamour, who served as the duo’s female foil for
the series (except the seventh and last title); hence, Bob Hope received third
billing for the only time on Road to Singapore.
Singapore
sets
up the formula that would be repeated for the remainder of the series. Two
playboys (Crosby and Hope, whose character names change with each movie,
although their “characters†are always the same) find themselves traveling to
some exotic locale in order to either escape a woman, gangsters, or pursue some
con job, only to get mixed up in a farcical plot with an equally exotic woman
(always Lamour, in her “sarong†era). There are a few songs performed by both
men or solo or with Lamour, comic hijinks (especially from Hope), and even some
action and adventure. A running gag throughout the series was a bit that Crosby
and Hope did—playing “Patty-Cake, Patty-Cake,†reciting the verse and slapping
their hands in front of adversaries as a distraction—and then surprising the
bad guys with sudden punches, thereby starting a fight and the means to escape.
Another familiar face in some—not all—of the “Road†movies is that of big-eyed,
big-mustached Jerry Colonna, whose mugging and bigger-than-life voice provides
much merriment.
The
picture is usually cited as one of the best of the “Road†pictures. There are
indeed some wonderful moments. The chemistry between the two leads is palpable,
the musical numbers are a lot of fun, and the comedy produces many laughs. Some
elements might seem embarrassingly dated to today’s audiences—such as a
prolonged sequence in which Crosby and Hope don dark makeup in order to
impersonate island natives—but one must place the movie within the context of
when the picture was released, and 1940 was a very different societal time. It
should also be noted that the film was not shot on location in Singapore—it was
made in Hollywood. Once you’re past the eye-rolling at some of the sexist and
racist attitudes that are present, Road to Singapore can be a nostalgic
and entertaining evening at the home video theater.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray release looks fine and sounds great. It comes with English
subtitles for the hearing-impaired. Three previously issued supplements
accompany the film: a short documentary on Hope and the Road pictures, with appearances
by Phyllis Diller, Randall G. Mielke (author of The Road to Success),
and Richard Grudens (author of The Spirit of Bob Hope); a short
featurette on Hope entertaining the troops over the years; and a musical
excerpt from the film presented as a “sing-along†with lyrics to follow.
If
you’re a fan of Crosby and Hope, the Road pictures, and Hollywood pre-World War
II entertainment, then Road to Singapore is for you!
The
late actor Kirk Douglas has often cited that one of his favorite pictures he
ever made was Lonely are the Brave, a “western†set in its contemporary
year of release (1962).
Based
on Edward Abbey’s 1956 novel, The Brave Cowboy, the picture was shot on
location in New Mexico and directed by David Miller, a craftsman who worked
with a variety of genres and subjects (he gave us the 1952 film noir Sudden
Fear and the 1941 Billy the Kid). Most significantly, the screenplay
is by Dalton Trumbo, whom Douglas “rescued†from blacklist hell two years
earlier by giving the writer screen credit for his work on Spartacus
(and effectively ending the blacklist). It is indeed Trumbo’s script—and
Douglas’ fine performance—that makes Lonely are the Brave a quality
movie.
Jack
Burns is a cowboy, a loner, a drifter, a man without a real home or job—it
seems his only possessions are the clothes he wears and the horse he rides. He
grabs cowhand work where and when he can get it. He hates having to deal with
the modern world, automobiles, fences, borders, the law, and bureaucracy. One
day he returns to a small border town to visit his best friend, Paul (Michael
Kane) and learns that Paul is in jail for assisting illegal immigrants. Paul’s
wife, Jerry (Gena Rowlands, in one of her early screen appearances) obviously
has some affection for Jack and hosts him and his horse. Jack finally decides
he’s going to do something about Paul being in jail, and the only way to do it
is to get himself arrested in order to break Paul out from the inside. The
sheriff (Walter Matthau) and his sadistic deputy (George Kennedy) set out to
pursue Jack before he rides across the border to safety. And then there’s a
truck driver (Carroll O’Connor) innocently driving along, to whom the movie
cuts periodically throughout the story—and we wonder why… until we do know.
That’s
it in a nutshell, but the power of the movie comes in its melancholy that
exudes from Jack’s character and the widescreen western vistas (albeit in
glorious black and white) that are as much a supporting role as the living
actors. Jerry Goldsmith’s wistful score also contributes a great deal to the
success of the film. This is all good stuff, making Lonely are the Brave indeed
one of Kirk Douglas’ more memorable appearances.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration looks terrific and comes with an audio
commentary by film historians Howard S. Berger and Steve Mitchell. Supplements
include a tribute to the film featuring interviews with Douglas, Rowlands,
Michael Douglas, and Steven Spielberg, and a featurette on Jerry Goldsmith’s
score. The theatrical trailer for this and other Kino Lorber releases round out
the package.
Lonely
are the Brave is
too-often overlooked gem from the early 1960s.
Here
we go again! Another entry in the “Forbidden Fruit: The Golden Age of the
Exploitation Picture†series, this time it’s Volume 5. Presented by Kino Lorber
in association with Something Weird Video, we have for your viewing pleasure
the double-bill of Tomorrow’s Children, released in 1934 and directed by
Crane Wilbur, who went on to do an impressive amount of writing and directing
for (mostly) B-movies, and Child Bride, released in 1938 and directed by
the notorious Harry J. Revier, a practitioner in cinema sensationalism dating
back to the silent era. Note: Some online sources such as Wikipedia incorrectly
state that the running time of Tomorrow’s Children is 70 minutes (here
it’s 56 minutes and there doesn’t seem to be anything missing), and that Child
Bride was released in 1943 (nope, it was 1938).
First
up—Tomorrow’s Children, the subject matter of which is eugenics and
sterilization. Believe it or not, there was quite the movement in those days
that perpetuated the sick belief that people who might be alcoholics or have
disabilities or be criminally inclined should not be allowed to procreate. You
know, it’s what Hitler and the Nazis actually practiced. The picture,
surprisingly, settles on the side of “it’s wrong,†but it goes about portraying
the unfortunates who do become sterilized as stereotypical miscreants and
misfits. Diane Sinclair plays Alice, who is the daughter of alcoholics and
sister to siblings who are either physically or mentally impaired. Thus, when
she desires to marry her sweetheart, Jim (Carlyle Moore), the court deems that
she must undergo sterilization to prevent the further breeding of undesirables.
Enter the honorable Dr. Brooks (Donald Douglas), who fights to help Alice and
stop the surgery from taking place.
The
picture must have been somewhere in the realm of a respectable B-picture
production, albeit produced independently of Hollywood, for none other than
acclaimed actor Stanley Holloway appears as comic relief as one of the doctors
at the hospital. Douglas was also a hard-working actor who appeared in over 100
films. Director Wilbur at least knows how to put a movie together, and the
acting isn’t terrible (but certainly not award-worthy). That said, the picture
indeed has a creepiness factor that justifies its inclusion in the exploitation
film genre.
On
the other hand, Child Bride is exceptionally creepy and wince inducing. It
is presented as an “educational†treatise on the horrors of child marriage,
which the movie postulates as common in such American backwater areas as the
Arkansas Ozarks, where the story takes place. Twelve-year-old Jennie (Shirley
Mills, who went on to play one of Henry Fonda’s kids in The Grapes of Wrath),
is innocent and just entering puberty. Her best friend (and boyfriend) is young
Freddie (Bob Bollinger), and their relationship is wholesome. However, there
are men in her little mountain community who take “young’uns†as brides. When
Jennie’s father is murdered, the heavy of the movie, Jake (Warner Richmond),
threatens her mother (Dorothy Carrol) with blackmail unless she allows Jennie
to be forcibly married to him. Meanwhile, the schoolteacher, Miss Carol (Diana
Durrell) is advocating against child marriage in the village, which attracts the
wrath of the menfolk. Child Bride is as salacious as it sounds,
especially today. The picture became infamously banned for its brief,
gratuitous nude swimming scene featuring the star. Sure, the film’s message is
“child marriage is bad,†but director Revier isn’t above throwing some red meat
to the perverts in the audience. Child Bride is a shocking—yet
fascinating—piece of cinema history that shines a light on moral (and immoral)
attitudes of the late 30s. Of note is the inclusion of dwarf actor Angelo
Rossitto (credited here as Don Barrett; he was prominent in Tod Browning’s Freaks)
as one of the heroes of the picture.
Kino
Lorber does the best they can in restoring the films in high definition
considering the poor source material. Tomorrow’s Children looks the
best, despite a brief courtroom sequence that appears as if it is fifth
generation YouTube video. Child Bride is choppy and full of scratches,
but we’re to expect this coming in. The first feature has an audio commentary
by Eric Schaefer, author of Bold! Daring! Shocking! True!: A History of
Exploitation Films, and the second has a highly informative feminist take audio
commentary by film historian Alexandra Heller-Nicholas. Unfortunately, there
are no supplements other than the trailers for this and other Kino Lorber
releases.
For
those interested in the history of exploitation films and fans of the other
titles in the Forbidden Fruit series, then Tomorrow’s Children/Child
Bride is for you. Just be sure to take a shower after viewing.
This Ealing Studios thriller was a total
surprise to this viewer. It’s always a joy to discover a picture from
yesteryear that one hasn’t seen, and The Night My Number Came Up happens
to be a solid, riveting piece of work.
The movie is based on a real incident
experienced by British Air Marshal Sir Victor Goddard, and it was adapted to
the screen by R. C. Sheriff. Competently directed by Leslie Norman, Number is
a taut aeronautical near-disaster flick about a small Royal Air Force plane
that carries thirteen people (eight passengers and five crew) from Hong Kong to
Tokyo on a harrowing journey.
One could say that the movie has much in
common with an episode of The Twilight Zone due to a somewhat
supernatural slant. One day at Hong Kong’s Kai Tak Airport, Air Marshal Hardie
(Michael Redgrave), civilian Owen Robertson (Alexander Knox), Secretary Mary
Campbell (Sheila Sim), Officer Mackenzie (a young Denholm Elliott), and others
board a Dakota to fly to Japan. Unfortunately, weather is poor (“clouds… dark…
snow†are the recurring images and dialogue that describe the danger). The
plane gets lost and is in danger of crashing. Back at the airport, Commander
Lindsay (Michael Hordern) seems to know what has happened. He’d had a dream 48
hours before that illustrated every event leading up to the plane’s take-off,
and he believes he knows where the aircraft has gone down. It is up to him to
convince the air traffic control officers in Hong Kong to direct their search
in the right place—which is WAY off the Tokyo route. The thing is—Lindsay had
related his dream to many of the plane’s passengers the night before their
departure, so the events that occur do not feel coincidental to them.
The suspense is palpable. At no time does one
question the eye-rolling premise of the man who has dreams that pre-determine
destiny; the whole thing is played straight, and it works. All the actors are quite
good, especially Knox as the superstitious and frankly somewhat cowardly friend
of Air Marshal Hardie’s who unwittingly comes along on the flight.
Kino Lorber’s new Blu-ray restoration (from
StudioCanal) looks and sounds quite good. It comes with English subtitles for
the hearing impaired, plus an audio commentary by film historian Samm Deighan. The
trailer for this and other Kino Lorber titles are also included.
The Night My Number Came Up belongs in the genre
that would later spawn such more extreme supernatural fare as Final
Destination… and Number was made 45 years earlier! Check it out for
a fast-paced armrest clutcher.
While
we in the United States think of the “gangster film†as something that is
perhaps distinctly American, it can be forgotten that other countries have had
their fair share of mobsters, too. The U.K. is a typical specimen. There have
been some very bad hombres in movies like Sexy Beast and The Long
Good Friday, whichare classic examples of British gangster cinema.
It
was a pleasant surprise to discover Brighton Rock, obviously a beloved crime
movie in Britain, but not as well known in the States. In fact, the movie was
released in America as Young Scarface.This thriller, made in
1947 and released very early in 1948, is a product by the Boulting Brothers
(identical twins!), who were a sort of British Coen Brothers at the time. They
produced numerous quality movies from the late 1930s to the 1970s, usually
directing separately, or maybe one would produce while the other directed, and
so forth. In this case, Roy Boulting was the producer, and John Boulting was
the director.
The
screenplay for Brighton Rock was written by the acclaimed Graham Greene
and Terence Rattigan, based on Greene’s 1938 novel. The book had already been
adapted into a West End stage play prior to the Boulting Brothers’ further
turning it into celluloid.
A
very young Richard Attenborough made his acting breakthrough as the star of the
picture, playing a truly psychotic sociopath, Pinkie Brown, a role for which he
had received praise in the stage play. The character is only seventeen, but he
is a ruthless, cruel, cold killer who is handy with a knife—and he becomes the
leader of his gang after the boss is murdered.
As
the movie’s title crawl tells us, Brighton as a beach resort was a hotbed of
criminal activity between the world wars. The story takes place in the late
1930s, when rival gangs were vying for territory and commerce in the community.
Pinkie blames a journalist for the boss’s death because of an article the
writer penned about the rival gangs. Pinkie then stalks and kills the
journalist. Enter amateur sleuth Ida Arnold (Hermione Baddeley… wait, Hermione
Baddeley??), who is an entertainer on the Brighton pier. She is convinced
that Pinkie and his gang were responsible for the journalist’s death (she knew
him personally), but the local police don’t buy it and have closed the case.
Meanwhile, Pinkie meets an innocent and pretty waitress named Rose (Carol
Marsh). Pinkie woos her in his creepy, icy way, and astonishingly, this strict
Catholic girl with no street smarts falls in love with him (this is perhaps the
only element of the story which is a bit difficult to swallow).
Things
get more complicated as Pinkie sets out to destroy anyone who might have the
goods on him, and he also wants to strike at—or maybe join—the rival gang,
which is gaining more power in the territory.
Allegedly
Greene was not happy with the film’s ending, because the Boultings changed it
slightly from the novel. In truth, the filmmakers presented a more ironic,
albeit happier, conclusion to the story, which works very well. It can be
argued that the movie’s ending is actually more cynical than the book’s finale.
Brighton
Rock is
Attenborough’s movie. His performance is chilling; it’s a measured, quiet, intelligent
portrayal of a psychopath that gives Richard Widmark in Kiss of Death a
run for his money. Baddeley is also winning as the bubbly and stubborn
extrovert who insists on solving the crime when she has no reason to do so.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration (from StudioCanal) looks and sounds
terrific, and there is an accompanying audio commentary by film historian Tim
Lucas. There are no other supplements aside from the trailers for this and
other Kino Lorber releases.
Brighton
Rock is
recommended for fans of British cinema, gangster movies, and crazy criminals.
There
have always been what have been termed in the motion picture industry
“exploitation films,†even back in the silent days. The late 1930s and much of
the 1940s, however, saw a deluge of cheap, not-even-“B†pictures made, usually
independently of Hollywood and marketed in guerilla fashion as “educationalâ€
adult fare. You know the type. Reefer Madness. Child Bride. Mom
and Dad.
Dwain
Esper was one of the most notorious directors who made these types of pictures
in the 1930s. He was assuredly the Ed Wood of that decade. He purposely chose
sensational subjects—drug use, sexuality—and produced them independently of
Hollywood. The Production Code was in full force during most of his working
years, so distribution had to be done in creative ways—renting theaters and
advertising locally that the films were for adults but contained valuable
lessons in morality. Maybe in the 1930s, viewers bought that line, but face
it—these movies appealed to prurient interests. When viewing these two titles
in restored, uncut form, one wonders how Esper got away with it. Interestingly,
his wife Hildegarde Stadie (credited as “Hildagarde†Stadie) wrote the
screenplays and often acted as producer.
Kino
Classics, in association with Something Weird Video, has released a “Forbidden
Fruit†series of exploitation films (this is Volume 4). Here we have a double
feature by Esper, along with some eye-opening shorts as extras.
First
up—Marihuana (sic) (1936), a “cautionary tale,†ha ha, along the lines
of the hilariously similar feature Reefer Madness, in which two sleazy
drug dealers (Pat Carlyle and Paul Ellis) corrupt the youth of a small town
with the evils of marijuana and other drugs. An innocent but slightly
rebellious teenager, Burma (Harley Wood) and her boyfriend (Hugh McArthur)
attend a party thrown by the dealers. After ingesting the devil weed, Burma has
sex with her boyfriend, all the girls go skinny dipping on the beach at night
(yes, there is full nudity), and one girl drowns. The dealers force the teens
to cover up the crime, but Burma is now “hooked.†She has become pregnant,
leaves home, and starts working for the dealers. Of course, all this leads to
ruin and tragedy. The whole thing is jaw-droppingly ridiculous, but it is anthropologically
captivating.
Narcotic
(1933)
shows what a difference three years can make in production quality back in the
30s. This feature is decidedly lower in technical values (the print is also
choppy and full of scratches—but the restoration is surprisingly better than
one might think). Narcotic is allegedly based on the true story of a
promising young doctor, William Davis (played astonishingly well by Harry
Cording), who gets involved with opium, heroin, and other “hard†drugs.
Eventually, they destroy his career. He instead becomes a snake oil salesman of
a miracle cure that he concocts, works in a circus sideshow, and deals dope on
the side. The centerpiece of the movie is a drug party with Dr. Davis and his
friends, male and female, who spend the evening shooting up, snorting cocaine, and
smoking pot. We get to see how these drugs affect the users—and, again, the results
are unintentionally mirthful. Especially egregious is the inclusion of a
Chinese character, Gee Wu, who is played (in bad makeup and with an atrocious,
exaggerated accent) by a white actor, J. Stuart Blackton, Jr., who happens to
be the son of cinema pioneer J. Stuart Blackton, the head of Vitagraph Studios
in the early days of silent film. Once again, though, Narcotic is short
enough to be luridly entertaining.
Picture
quality in Marihuana is pretty good; in Narcotic,not so
much. The same is true for the sound quality, although there is a lot of static
and background noise in both features. Nevertheless, these are probably the
best presentations of these pictures you’ll ever see.
Both
Marihuana and Narcotic come with an audio commentary by Bret
Wood, co-author of Forbidden Fruit: The Golden Age of the Exploitation Film.
Much interesting trivia is imparted, and it is well worth the listen. Marihuana
also features a second audio commentary from 2000 by David F. Friedman and
Something Weird founder Mike Vraney.
Of
special interest in the supplements are two versions of Dwain Esper’s short, How
to Undress (also known as How to Undress in Front of Your Husband).
This is intended to be a piece of comedy in which wives are instructed by a
male narrator on the “proper†way to remove clothing at the end of a day, i.e.,
they are to do it in a slow, calculated, sensuous way—in other words, a strip
tease. None other than John Barrymore’s wife at the time, Elaine Barrie Barrymore,
stars as the spouse who follows the directions well. Older and overweight vaudeville
star Trixie Friganza contrasts Elaine in another bedroom by undressing the
“wrong†way. It’s really an excuse to denigrate her looks. Incongruously,
there’s a subplot involving a peeping tom. The long version is around 15
minutes. A shorter version, that cuts out Trixie’s scenes altogether, runs
around 9 minutes.
Another
short, How to Take a Bath, is another comic bit involving two different
pairs of husbands and wives. In one, the couple is happily married, flirt with
each other after an evening out, and the wife takes a bath that the husband has
run for her. Wedded bliss does not exist for the other couple, however. This
wife is depicted as a shrew, nagging at her sheepish husband the entire time.
Nevertheless, the viewer gets to see both wives, well, take baths.
Pure
exploitation. One wonders what kind of relationship Dwaine Esper had with his writer/producer
wife.
Another
throw-away supplement are three very brief excerpts from Esper’s lost 1932
film, The Seventh Commandment, and these are hardly worth the inclusion.
Trailers for this and other Kino Classics releases round out the package.
All
in all, the Marihuana/Narcotic double Blu-ray disk is a lot of fun,
despite its politically incorrect content. After all, both pictures are
preserved by the Library of Congress, so they must be “culturally and
significantly important.†These films do serve to act as a time travel device
for audiences today to look back at American values and customs in those years.
Fascinating stuff.
It
was an unexpected pleasure to discover Guy Hamilton’s film version of J. B.
Priestley’s An Inspector Calls. The 1954 film is based on Priestley’s 1945
stage play and is a mostly faithful adaptation (by Desmond Davis), with some
“opening up†and invented flashback scenes featuring a character who, in the
play, is only talked about and doesn’t appear.
Hamilton
(who went on to make four James Bond films, including the iconic Goldfinger)
does a splendid job focusing on the tight-knit chamber piece that unfolds as a
murder mystery-meets-confessional family drama. The acting all around is
top-notch as well.
As
the film goes on, Poole deftly persuades each participant to tell his or her
story about Eva. At one point, though, we begin to suspect that Poole is not
who he seems. In fact, there is something rather supernatural about him. He
predicts actions before they happen, and he mysteriously comes and goes.
Perhaps he is really there to act as the conscience of these people who
may or may not bear some responsibility in Eva’s demise. The outcome of the
mystery is quite satisfactory, but it’s also open to interpretation. Brilliant
stuff, actually.
Kino
Lorber’s new Blu-ray restoration (from StudioCanal) looks marvelous, and it
contains optional English subtitles for the hearing impaired. An audio
commentary by film historian David Del Valle is included as a supplement, along
with a short interview with actress Jane Wenham (who gave up acting and married
Albert Finney, a union that produced a son but ended in divorce after four
years). Trailers for this and other Kino Lorber releases round out the package.
An
Inspector Calls is
a terrific British drawing-room mystery/drama, and an admirable example of how
to adapt a story from stage to screen. Highly recommended.
British
noir is a slightly different animal than American film noir, which began in the
early 1940s in Hollywood and lasted until roughly 1958 (if one is considering
“pure†film noir and its singular traits). The British version, as well as the French
and Italian editions, usually concentrates on a more “straight†narrative form
with less melodrama. It is probably more true-to-life, drawing from the
naturalism of Italian Neo-realism, than its counterpart across the Atlantic. It
is certainly less histrionic and heightened. Nevertheless, British noir
contains hallmarks of noir everywhere—black-and-white, Expressionistic
photography; cynical and hard-edged characters; femmes fatale; brutality;
and, of course, a crime.
Pool
of London is
a 1951 Ealing Studios crime drama (the studio was still making other genre
pictures other than comedies at this time) that takes place in and around that
geographical site. The titular “Pool of London†is a shipping port of the
Thames that stretches from London Bridge alongside Billingsgate on the south
side of the City. At one time, it was ripe for criminal activities, mainly
smuggling. It is an ideal setting for a noir movie, especially with the
post-war dreariness that still hung over the area when the picture was made. This
gritty milieu serves as the movie’s own production design, as DP Gordon Dines
shot most of it on location.
The
film also has a couple of James Bond connections. Earl Cameron, the Bermudian
actor who worked for decades in Britain in film and television, was “Pinder†in
Thunderball. Coincidentally, the co-screenwriter (with John Eldridge) is
Jack Whittingham, the writer who worked with Ian Fleming and Kevin McClory on
the early drafts and screenplays of the same film, from which the 1965 Bond
movie was adapted.
Meanwhile,
acrobat/magician/music hall performer Charlie Vernon (Max Adrian) has plotted with
some local gangsters to steal a cache of diamonds. Because the Dunbar sailors
are accustomed to performing minor smuggling as favors for friends and
girlfriends, Dan is unwittingly enlisted by the criminals to smuggle the
diamonds out of London aboard the ship for delivery elsewhere. Unfortunately, a
night guard is killed during the burglary, so the heat to catch the bad guys is
intense. Only then does Dan realize what he’s carrying, and what he needs to do
to make things right.
This
is taut, engaging filmmaking that quickly establishes a mood and sense of place
that holds the viewer captive for nearly 90 minutes. The music by John Addison
is subtle and low key, and yet it contains a catchy orchestral riff that stays
with the viewer after the movie is over. Basil Dearden’s direction is
reminiscent of that of American Anthony Mann’s noir work. In short, this is a
good time at the home video theater.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition restoration (from StudioCanal) looks great and is
properly gray and grainy. There is an audio commentary by entertainment
journalist and author Bryan Reesman, as well as an enlightening recent
interview with actor Cameron, who, at 102, is still alive at the time of
writing! An additional supplement is a locations featurette presented by film
historian Richard Dacre. Trailers for this and other Kino Lorber releases round
out the package.
Pool
of London is
highly recommended for fans of British crime pictures, Ealing Studios productions,
and film noir in general.
Mel
Brooks served as executive producer on this thoroughly delightful picture
released in 1982 and directed by actor/director Richard Benjamin. It feels
like a Brooks movie (but perhaps not as zany). In fact, My Favorite Year,
which was written by Norman Steinberg and Dennis Palumbo, from Palumbo’s story,
is loosely inspired by Brooks’ days as a writer on Sid Caesar’s early
television comedy/variety programs, Your Show of Shows and Caesar’s
Hour, in the 1950s.
The
year is 1954, New York City, and Benjy Stone (Mark Linn-Baker) is a young
comedy writer on “Comedy Cavalcade,†which stars the demanding and difficult-to-work-for
King Kaiser (Joseph Bologna). The studio is lucky to snare a guest appearance
on the show by the once hugely popular but now fading swashbuckling movie star,
Alan Swann (Peter O’Toole). Swann is a notorious alcoholic, is unreliable, and has
a reputation for major trouble. Stone is assigned the job of being Swann’s
babysitter during the rehearsal process to make sure the actor is on time, that
he stays away from the booze and women, and is present for the ever-important
live broadcast. Along the way, Stone falls in love with his co-worker, K.C.
(Jessica Harper), but she’s not impressed with Benjy—yet. Throw in a subplot
involving a mob boss (Cameron Mitchell) who wants to kill King Kaiser for
making fun of him on the show, and My Favorite Year becomes a laugh riot
that also manages to trigger a great deal of nostalgia for those halcyon years
of early TV.
O’Toole
received a deserved Best Actor Oscar nomination for his performance. The
character is based on Errol Flynn, who in reality was a guest on one episode of
Sid Caesar’s TV show. The Benjy Stone character is an amalgamation of not only
Brooks himself, but also Woody Allen, who worked on the same show. The
character of Herb (Basil Hoffman), is allegedly based on Neil Simon, who also was
a member of the Sid Caesar writing troupe. Simon tended to whisper his ideas to
a colleague, and that’s what Herb does throughout the movie.
The
film is full of comic set pieces, and every actor brings something humorous to
the table. A highlight of the film is when Stone brings Swann to his family
home in Brooklyn for dinner with his mother, Belle (Lainie Kazan) and Filipino
stepfather, and the party is crashed by Stone’s uncle (Lou Jacobi) and others. Look
for Gloria Stuart (the older Rose in Titanic) in a small role as a woman
who dances with O’Toole at a nightclub.
Warner
Archive’s high definition transfer is on par with other releases by the
company, which prints the disks on demand. It comes with a DTS-HD Master Audio
2.0 Mono soundtrack. An entertaining audio commentary by director Benjamin is
included, and it should be noted that he also displays an assured hand helming the
proceedings.
My
Favorite Year will
provide an evening of nostalgia, swashbuckling, and laughter. Especially
recommended for fans of early television, who will pick up on the various
references and Easter eggs.
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Having
never heard of this British production prior to the release of Kino Lorber’s
new high definition transfer of the picture, this reviewer approached it with
caution. It was much better than expected. Luckily, there is much to be said
about Connecting Rooms.
Based
on a stage play called The Cellist by Marion Hart, the screenplay was
written by director Franklin Gollings. It’s a low-budget affair that was shot
in London in 1969, and there is a decidedly TV-movie feel about it. The picture
was first released in 1970 in the United States, of all places, and didn’t
receive a U.K. release until 1972.
What
Connecting Rooms has going for it is the presence of the remarkable
Bette Davis, who delivers a note-perfect late career performance as Wanda, an
aging cellist who lives in a seedy boarding house in London. Every night Wanda
goes to “the theatre†to perform, but we never see this happening. We do witness
her practicing in her room, and she seems to be quite an accomplished musician.
It’s obvious, though, that Wanda is very lonely and yearns for some kind of
personal connection, and she has secrets.
Wanda’s
room connects to another one, and the door in-between does not lock. It also
easily swings opens when there’s a strong breeze through one of the windows in
either room, or if one leans on it. James (Michael Redgrave, who in the film
looks astonishingly like Alec Baldwin does now), moves in to the
adjoining flat. One can see there is something wrong. He is a schoolmaster, but
he is mysteriously out of a job and down on his luck. We learn later what the
malady is (he was falsely accused of an inappropriate relationship with a male
student but was sacked anyway).
There
are other colorful characters in the boarding house. Mickey (Alexis Kanner) is
an obnoxious, but charming, young songwriter/playboy who uses Wanda for what
little money she has, and is also doing everything he can to get one of his
compositions to a famous French singer, Claudia (Olga Georges-Picot), including
seducing her. The landlady, Mrs. Brent (Kay Walsh), is a nosy parker who simply
walks in on her tenets any time she pleases and isn’t beyond criticizing what
she perceives as flaws in their personal lives.
Of
course, as the story unfolds, Wanda and James develop an attraction and we
learn the truths about our lead characters. As previously noted, Davis is quite
good and carries the film. Redgrave also delivers a heartbreaking performance,
and it is the chemistry of these two that elevate the picture above Lifetime Channel
Movie status.
Of
possible note to James Bond fans—there is a connection. The hands (and sounds)
of classical cellist Amaryllis Fleming—Ian Fleming’s half-sister—appear in
place of Davis’s when she’s playing the cello.
Kino
Lorber’s presentation looks fine, and it comes with an audio commentary by film
historian David Del Valle. There are no other supplements other than trailers
for this and other Kino releases.
An
effective study of “boarding house blues,†Connecting Rooms is worth it
for the acting by two cinema veterans.
The
famous British studio, Ealing, made many kinds of pictures and became a major
force in the U.K.’s film industry, especially after producer Michael Balcon
took it over. While the studio had already made a few comedies, for some reason
in the late 1940s it started producing more of them. The natures of these
comedies shifted and became more intelligent, dry, and focused on underdog
characters who valiantly attempt to overcome a series of obstacles. Sometimes
the protagonists are successful—and sometimes not. Along the way, though, a
series of misadventures occur. They range from “amusing†to “riotously funny.†It
all worked, and the Ealing Comedies became a sub-genre unto themselves,
especially when they starred the likes of Alec Guinness, Alastair Sim, or
Stanley Holloway.
The
year 1949 is generally considered the beginning of the run, which lasted until
around 1957. In ’49, one of the best Ealing Comedy, Kind Hearts and Coronets
(directed by Robert Hamer), was released, but so was Whisky Galore!,
with Alexander Mackendrick making his directorial debut. From the accounts told
in the documentary supplements contained in this marvelous new Blu-ray package
from Film Movement, Mackendrick had a difficult time with the production. Shot
entirely on location in remote areas of Scotland, there were over-schedule and
over-budget problems, and the director himself tended to downplay the picture’s
quality in his later years.
That
said, Whisky Galore! (released as Tight Little Island in the
U.S.) ended up being a hit at the box office and is today fondly remembered as
one of the great Ealing Comedies. Its success assured Mackendrick’s place in
making future films for the studio, like The Man in the White Suit (1951)
and The Ladykillers (1955), as well as The Maggie (1954), which
is also included in this Blu-ray two-movie set.
Based
on true events, it’s the story of a Scottish isle called Todday and the inhabitants
who love their whisky. During World War II, the island goes dry and it’s near
impossible to obtain the magic nectar. One night a ship carrying cartons of
whisky meant for another port wrecks on the coast. While Captain Waggett (Basil
Radford, of “Charters and Caldicott†fame), the English head of the Home Guard
on the island, attempts to safeguard the whisky cases, everyone else is
determined to confiscate it and hide what they can in secret places. The comedy
comes with Waggett’s frustration at constantly being foiled, and with the
various eccentric and colorful characters that populate Todday.
Every
cast member is wonderful in the movie, but Joan Greenwood, who had starred in Kind
Hearts and Coronets, is a standout with her sultry, sexy low voice and
delivery.
The
Maggie
(released as High and Dry in the U.S.) also has a Scottish seafaring
theme, with the stubborn Captain MacTaggart (Alex Mackenzie) and his pitiful
“puffer†cargo boat attempting to haul expensive furniture owned by American
millionaire and businessman, Calvin Marshall (Paul Douglas) from one port to
another. At first the captain gets the job due to a misunderstanding and his
own perpetuation of it, but ultimately Marshall allows the Maggie to
haul his possessions. Everything that can go wrong does.
Film
Movement’s new high definition digital restorations from StudioCanal are
excellent. Whisky Galore! comes with an audio commentary by British film
expert John Ellis. Supplements include a 52-minute documentary, “Distilling
Whisky Galore!â€, “The Real Whisky Galore!†(about the shipwreck of the original
whisky-carrying vessel upon which the film is based), and a colorful booklet
containing an essay by film scholar Ronald Bergen. There are no supplements
associated with The Maggie.
For
fans of Ealing Comedies, Scottish history and atmosphere, and well-written and
performed British cinema, the Whisky Galore!/The Maggie combo
pack is for you!
Only
serious film history aficionados and perhaps viewers of Turner Classic Movies
will be aware that there was once a live-action version of Lewis Carroll’s
Alice in Wonderland adapted by Hollywood in the early pre-code years. It was
released in 1933 by Paramount and directed by Norman Z. McLeod, the guy who had
helmed the Marx Brothers’ comedies Monkey Business (1931) and Horse Feathers
(1932). McLeod would go on to make such titles as It’s a Gift (1934), Topper
(1937), The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1947), and The Paleface (1948).
The
production of Alice in 1933 boasts a screenplay by none other than heavyweights
Joseph L. Mankiewicz (you know, the fellow who wrote and directed All About
Eve) and William Cameron Menzies, the man behind Things to Come and a
production designer whose hands were all over Hollywood and British productions
over the next two decades. The script also borrows heavily from the popular and
then-current stage production written by Eva La Gallienne and Florida Friebus, although
they do not receive screen credit.
The
main thing the movie has going for it is the spectacular roundup of Hollywood
stars who play all the fantasy characters in brief vignettes. Gary Cooper, W.
C. Fields, Cary Grant, Edward Everett Horton, Edna May Oliver, Richard Arlen,
Jack Oakie, Sterling Holloway, Roscoe Karns, Baby LeRoy, Charlie Ruggles, Ford
Sterling, and Ned Sparks are just a few of the “VIPs†who appear in the
picture, all stalwart or rising stars in Tinsel Town at the time. Alice is
played with conviction by Charlotte Henry, who enjoyed a decent career as an
ingenue and young woman throughout the 1930s, but she retired from acting in
the early 40s.
The
film is not particularly good—in fact, it was a major bomb for Paramount at the
time—but take heart! The “WTF? VALUE†of this movie is tremendously high. In
fact, if a viewer is in that altered state (not that Cinema Retro is condoning
such a thing!), the experience of viewing this short (76 minutes) feature, with
its extremely surreal costumes and makeup, Betty Boop-style sets come to life,
and just plain weirdness, would be elevated.
Suffice
it to say that Alice in Wonderland is worth the price of admission for its
succession of bizarre cameos, especially Fields as Humpty Dumpty, Oakie and
Karns as Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, and Horton as the Mad Hatter. It’s a
shame, though, that we only hear some of these actors’ voices because they are
heavily made up or wearing full head costumes (such as Cary Grant as the Mock
Turtle). One highlight is the “The Walrus and the Carpenter†animated sequence
created by the innovative Harman-Ising Studio.
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition transfer looks good enough, and it comes with an
audio commentary by film historian Lee Gambin. There are also theatrical
trailers for this and other Kino Lorber releases.
If
you’re a fan of pre-code Hollywood, Salvador DalÃ-like surrealism, and of Lewis
Carroll’s classic dream tale, you owe it to yourself to see this jaw-dropping
curiosity.
(A
personal note: This reviewer has a history with the La Gallienne/Friebus stage
play. I was a theatre major in college (way back in the mid-1970s), and my
first job after graduating was serving as an Apprentice Director (and
composer/musician) for the Alley Theatre in Houston, Texas for the 1978-79
season before moving to New York City. The Alley did a production of Alice in
Wonderland, and I was in charge of composing the songs—set to Carroll’s lyrics,
the same words used in the 1933 film—and incidental pieces. The actors sang the
songs, and I accompanied them on keyboards and a variety of other instruments.
There were several more songs in the stage play than were utilized in the film.
The production was a major hit for the Alley, and we performed it over 150 times
in the one season. Watching the Kino Lorber release brought back a flood of
memories, especially since I recognized the lyrics—but I heard them in my head
with my tunes, which I dare say were much better than the melodies in the movie
(composed by Dimitri Tiomkin, no less!). That aside, it is indeed remarkable
how closely the film adaptation really is to the stage play.)
Alastair
George Bell Sim, popularly known as Alastair Sim, was one of those great
British actors famous for his remarkable facial features, physical presence,
and vocal delivery. Primarily a renowned stage performer from the 1930s to the
1970s, Sim also made several films—mostly comedies, because he could do “ironyâ€
as well as, say, Alec Guinness. Sim is perhaps best-known for his definitive
Scrooge in A Christmas Carol (1951, titled Scrooge in the U.K.),
but his work portraying acerbic and sarcastic characters in other pictures in
the late 40s and through the 50s, is outstanding.
The
impressive Film Movement label has released this 4-disk package that highlights
a quartet of notable Alastair Sim appearances in what are deemed to be among
the best post-war “very British†comedies. This was a time when Ealing Studios,
for example, was making its mark in the genre. These four movies capture a
Britain still recovering from rationing and regaining a foothold in the
international scene. Here lie the catalysts for later, more abstract 1960s
British humor such as The Goon Show and Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
The four titles also come with over two hours of supplements.
The
Belles of St. Trinian’s (1954) is the first—and best—of the hugely popular St.
Trinian’s series based on Ronald Searle’s drawings and cartoons about a boarding
school for girls in which the students are unruly delinquents and the teachers
are just as bad. Directed by Frank Launder and written by the formidable team
of Launder and Sidney Gilliat (The Lady Vanishes, Night Train to
Munich), Belles features Sim in dual roles—as Millicent Fritton, the
headmistress of St. Trinian’s (yes, Sim is in drag, and he’s hilarious), and as
her twin brother, Clarence, a gambler and bookmaker whose daughter, Arabella
(Vivienne Martin) is in the sixth form of the school. The plot involves Fatima,
a new student who is the daughter of the “Sultan of Makyad†(Eric Pohlmann). Everyone
around Fatima is attempting to get information on the sultan’s horse that will
be competing in the Cheltenham Gold Cup. British stalwart comic actor George
Cole plays Flash Harry (a role he would repeat in subsequent entries in the
series), a shifty sort who sells gin to the science department. There can be no
doubt that Michael Palin channeled Cole in some of the television Python sketches
fifteen years later. Wildly funny comedienne Joyce Grenfell is police sergeant
Ruby Gates—she also returns for further adventures at St. Trinian’s. The
picture is slightly ribald (probably an eye-raiser in 1954!), full of eccentric
and amusing personages and situations, and is a joy to watch. Supplements
attached to this title are a making-of featurette, separate interviews with
film historian Geoff Brown, film lecturer Dr. Melanie Williams, Sim’s daughter
Meredith McKendrick, and Steve Chibnall, professor of British Cinema at De
Montfort University.
Laughter
in Paradise (1951)
finds Sim as one of four distant relatives of the recently deceased Henry
Russell (Hugh Griffith), a notorious but wealthy prankster. In order to inherit
£50,000 of the old man’s money, each of the
four cousins (Sim, Fay Compton, Guy Middleton, and George Cole) must perform a
public act designed to turn their lives upside down. For example, Sim is a
retired officer who now writes “penny dreadful†crime stories. His task is to
commit a crime and spend 28 days in jail. Compton, a stuffy spinster who treats
her servants horribly, must gain employment as a servant in a household for a
month. Cole, a meek and introverted bank manager, must pull an armed robbery prank
on his beast of a boss. Middleton, a womanizer, must propose to the next female
he sees—and he must get her to agree to marry him. Director Mario Zampi pulls
off some mighty funny stuff here. The scene in which Sim attempts to shoplift
in a jewelry store is comic gold. Alas, there are no supplements accompanying
this title.
Hue
and Cry (1947)
is important in the pantheon of British cinema in that it is considered the
first of the comedies produced by Ealing Studios, although it is more of a Boys’
Own adventure tale. The protagonist is teenage actor Harry Fowler as Joe
Kirby, who is part of a gang called the Blood and Thunder Boys (that also
includes a girl or two) who rummage around the bombed-out ruins of post-war London
and environs (shades of John Boorman’s Hope and Glory!) and always
narrowly escape getting into trouble. One day, after reading a pulp comic
(ironically called “Trumpâ€!) and its detective story contained within, Joe
begins to suspect the same crime being committed out of a furrier shop in
Covent Garden. Thus begins a “ripping yarn†in which Joe and his young cohorts
attempt to solve the puzzle. Sim has a small role as the author of the mystery
stories appearing in Trump. Directed by none other than Charles Crichton (The
Lavender Hill Mob, A Fish Called Wanda), the picture is great fun
and also provides an extraordinary street-scene depiction of war-torn Britain
at the time. Supplements include an interview with Professor Chibnall again,
and a locations featurette comparing the movie’s settings with what they are
today.
Film
Movement’s high definition digital restorations (from StudioCanal) are
spectacularly good. If this is an example of the company’s quality control,
then Film Movement will be a major competitor to other classic film Blu-ray/DVD
labels.
All
four titles in this wonderful package are gems. Towering over them is the charismatic
presence of the amazing Alastair Sim, who commands the screen and will make you
laugh. Highly recommended.
There
exists a period in the career of the great David Lean in which several of his
pictures are today more or less forgotten, especially in the U.S. After the one-two
double punch of Brief Encounter and Great Expectations in the
mid-40s, Lean directed several pictures that were less than stellar in terms of
popularity and critical acclaim (e.g., The Passionate Friends, Madeleine)
before he hit a spectacular stride with Hobson’s Choice, Summertime,
and The Bridge on the River Kwai in the mid-50s.
Nestled
neatly in this middle period is The Sound Barrier (titled Breaking
the Sound Barrier in the U.S.), released in 1952. Despite doing very decent
box office on both sides of the Atlantic, the film isn’t one that comes to mind
when considering Lean’s genius.
It's
the story of how the sound barrier was broken in Britain post-World War II,
loosely based on real events and personages. Ralph Richardson stars as John
Ridgefield, an airplane manufacturer and pioneer in jet engine technology. His
daughter, Susan (Ann Todd, who was married to director Lean at the time the
film was made), marries a crack-shot pilot, Tony (Nigel Patrick), and
Ridgefield promptly hires Tony to be a test pilot.
But
after Susan’s brother Chris (a very young Denholm Elliott) is killed in a flight
accident, the story turns more intense and becomes a thriller with a
documentary feel. To reveal how the characters achieve their goals and how the sound
barrier is actually broken would be major spoilers. Suffice it to say that The
Sound Barrier is an engaging, exciting picture that is exquisitely filmed. It’s
a sort of British version of The Right Stuff, made thirty years prior to
that landmark title. The aviation sequences are very impressive, given the time
the movie was made.
There
is one problem with it, though. The picture leaves the impression that the
sound barrier was first broken by a British pilot. After the film’s release,
many British subjects believed this to be true. This notion is patently
false—it was Chuck Yeager in the United States who initially achieved the feat!
Kino
Lorber’s new high definition transfer looks good, although one wishes that Lean
had waited another year or two to make the picture so that he could have
utilized a widescreen aspect ratio. It comes with an audio commentary by film
historian and critic Peter Tonguette, as well as a ten-minute vintage interview
with Lean about the picture and theatrical trailers.
For
aviation aficionados and fans of David Lean and British cinema, The Sound
Barrier will take viewers on a soaring flight above the clouds.
Once
again, Kino Lorber, a company grandly competing with other “Cadillacâ€
DVD/Blu-ray publishers, has released an esoteric non-mainstream title from
yesteryear that might have otherwise have remained under the radar screens of
retro movie lovers.
The
filmography of Joseph Losey, the American expat who fled the U.S. to Britain after
being blacklisted in the early 50s, has been duly represented by Kino. The
company has released several of his titles, a recent one being Secret
Ceremony, a British production starring American actors in the three lead
roles.
Made
in 1968, the picture is one odd duck, but it’s got quite the cast—Elizabeth
Taylor, Mia Farrow, Robert Mitchum, Peggy Ashcroft, and Pamela Brown. Based on
a novel by Marco Denevi, Secret Ceremony resembles some of the
avant-garde stage plays by the likes of Harold Pinter or Jean Genet; in fact,
the movie reminded this viewer of Genet’s The Maids, in a way.
Unfortunately, Ceremony is in no way as successful or admirable as any
of the works by these writers.
Taylor
plays Leonora, whom we are led to believe might have been a former prostitute.
She’s a little unbalanced because her only daughter died some years ago. Farrow
plays Cenci, a wealthy but childlike young woman who lives alone in a huge
mansion. Coincidentally, she’s a bit unbalanced as well because she lost
her mother in the past. And wouldn’t you know it? Cenci resembles Leonora’s dead
daughter, and Leonora looks like Cenci’s deceased mom. After Cenci stalks
Leonora on the streets for a time, the older woman finally succumbs and moves
into the mansion with Cenci to be her “mother.†Meanwhile, Cenci’s aunts
(Ashcroft and Brown) make trouble by trying to steal some of Cenci’s belongings
and money, and then there’s the estranged stepfather, Albert (Mitchum) who unexpectedly
shows up. Oh, and of course he apparently sexually abused Cenci back in the
day.
It's
all about role-playing, fantasies, repressed sexuality, psychological and
physical abuse, and power games, and the freaky family dynamics stretch the
drama to an almost interminable 109 minutes.
While
the film does not work in any way, shape, or form in terms of story or acting
(both Taylor and Farrow are, frankly, terrible, and Mitchum seems to be in the
wrong movie), it does look gorgeous. Kino Lorber’s new high definition master
is sharp, colorful, and quite attractive (the cinematography was by Gerry
Fisher). This is accompanied by an audio commentary by Tim Lucas, and it has
optional English subtitles for the hearing impaired. The only other supplements
are trailers for this and other Kino Lorber titles.
Strictly for fans of Taylor, Farrow, or Losey, perhaps
Secret Ceremony might be an entry as one of those “so bad it’s goodâ€
pictures. Masochists will experience much revelry in
its campiness.
Despite
its grammatically incorrect title, The Lives of a Bengal Lancer is
considered one of the great old-school Hollywood epic adventure movies, and it
remains so to this day. It was released very early in 1935 after a long
gestation period and became one of the most popular pictures of the decade. It was
nominated for the Oscar Best Picture, Best Director (Henry Hathaway), Best Adapted
Screenplay, and four other awards, but it won only one—Best Assistant Director?
(Obviously a now defunct category.)
What
are Bengal Lancers, you ask? They were British soldiers serving in India in
those days of the British Raj between the two world wars. Apparently, one
didn’t have to be British to serve. The protagonist, Lieutenant Alan McGregor
(Gary Cooper), is Scottish-Canadian. Lieutenant John Forsythe (Franchot Tone)
seems to be American, but maybe the actor just didn’t attempt to master an
English accent.
The
story is adapted from the memoir by Francis Yeats-Brown, although none of the
book’s material made it into the movie. Colonel Tom Stone (Guy Standing) and
his right-hand man, Hamilton (the always wonderful C. Aubrey Smith), run the
41st Bengal Lancers with strict discipline and by-the-book no-nonsense. It’s a
rough life, especially for newcomer, Lieutenant Donald Stone (Richard
Cromwell), a “cub†(a newly commissioned officer), who happens to be the
colonel’s son. The younger Stone wants to impress his father, of course, but
the colonel will have nothing of it. Instead, both McGregor and Forsythe take
young Stone under their wings.
The
soldiers are fighting Indian rebels led by Mohammed Khan (Douglass Dumbrille, a
British white actor with dark makeup). The rebels want the British out of their
country, just like Americans wanted the British out of theirs in 1776, but in
this case, the Indian rebels are the “bad guys.†In the 1930s, the British
Empire was generally looked at favorably by Western civilization, but that’s a
historical/political discussion that needs not be had here.
At
one point, Khan uses a beautiful Russian spy (played by Kathleen Burke) to
seduce young Stone and capture him. Because the commander won’t rescue his own
son, it’s up to McGregor and Forsythe to save the hapless prisoner before he is
tortured and made to reveal military secrets. “We have ways of making men
talk,†Khan famously says before sticking bamboo slivers under fingernails and
lighting them.
There’s
plenty of action and depictions of the “exotic†lifestyle of a Bengal Lancer.
The battle scenes are remarkably well done for the time. The second unit
material, filmed in India, went through some growing pains. The movie was
supposed to have been made in 1931, and Ernest B. Schoedsack and Rex Wimpy were
sent by the studio to shoot stuff. Unfortunately, their footage was destroyed by
the elements… but some of it still exists in the picture.
Kino
Lorber’s new 4K master of the film is impressive, and it comes with an audio
commentary by film history Eddy Von Mueller. There are English subtitles for
the hearing impaired, and theatrical trailers for this and other Kino titles.
The
Lives of a Bengal Lancer, like other movies of its ilk—The Charge of the Light
Brigade, Beau Geste, and Gunga Din—is part of a Hollywood
legacy of delivering an audience to a far-away place and time, and entertaining
them, too. Great stuff.