A Private Life Rather Crazy: The Film, “The Private Life of Henry VIII”

The 1933 British movie, The Private Life of Henry VIII, by Alexander Korda, ushers us into the awful sphere wherein Anne Boleyn (Merle Oberon) is executed, but, avoiding all genuine unpleasantness, the picture doesn’t make this very troubling.  The film is pure tragicomedy, yielding, nonetheless, a rueful message about marriage:  it is madness.  Little is said about Henry VIII’s marriage to Anne B., but what follows are dismaying details about the other unions with imperfect women, married to an imperfect man.  Charles Laughton (as Henry) is better here than he is in Rembrandt.  He is humbler, savvier, as well as commanding and rivetingly passionate.  Screenwriters Lajos Biro and Arthur Wimperis did quite well with drama and wit.

The Original “Get Carter” Gets Rough

An English gangster, Jack Carter (Michael Caine), seeks to learn the truth about his brother’s death by investigating a rival mob.

Long before there was the British film Croupier, there was the British film Get Carter (1971), directed with flair by Mike Hodges.  Both films are harsh and violent, the Hodges concoction being rather uglier because it is mildly sexist.  I say this not because three female characters in the movie are plainly corrupt, but due to its suggestion that all that is needed to pacify a woman outraged by shady behavior in her home is an offer of copulation.

Caine is disturbingly spot-on, cooly potent.  Get Carter‘s acting is excellent.  Though it’s a movie hard to love, it is easy to respect in many of its particulars.  It even seems to tell us that if you’re a gangster, somehow you’re going to get it in the neck.

 

The Siren’s A Dancer: “Siren of the Tropics”

Siren of the Tropics (1927) is an interesting but rather silly silent film, from France, which is the first full-length picture to star an African American performer: the dancer Josephine Baker.  

Baker’s dancing is admirably confident, her body strong and agile, in what is strictly a vehicle for her.  Like the Baker talkie, Princess Tam Tam, Siren depends too much on a black woman’s persistent love for a white man (Pierre Batcheff), a man she’ll never win.  This is in spite of her sexiness.  In this somewhat uncensored item, Baker bares her comely breasts, but this is in keeping with the lowbred island character she is playing.  Not that this lowbred “siren of the tropics” is unlikable, though; she isn’t.  She’s a gem, and the whole picture.

“Good Sam” On Netflix: A Cheer Or Two

As the International Movie Database on the internet describes it, “A news reporter looks into who has been anonymously leaving large cash gifts on random doorsteps in New York.”  These are accurate words about the premise of the new picture, Good Sam (2019), in which the news reporter is enacted, solidly, by good-looking Tiya Sircar (who has numerous lines).

Conventionally directed by Kate Melville, this is middlebrow semi-drama, but what Netflix original film is not middlebrow?  At least it’s appreciably smart in its feel-goodism.  Too, it is very good-natured and free of coarse language as it raises the theme of kindly giving when nothing is expected in return.

New York Disgrace

Ivan Szabo’s Sunshine is a film I criticized, but not because of its deeply Jewish content.  In today’s America there are foolish people who would object to this content, as we are led to believe after reading such articles as David Marcus‘s “Skyrocketing Attacks on NYC Jews Ignored Because of Race” (from the Federalist website).  The information is all in the title.  Anti-Semitic violence (against Orthodox Jews) has increased primarily in Brooklyn, and many of the culprits are black and Hispanic men.  The ones ignoring it are, of course, members of a left-leaning media.

For the record, reality is darker than most leftists realize.  It’s only a matter of time before Hollywood refuses to make a film like Sunshine.