“Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge”: And What An Occurrence It Is!

When a person loses freedom in every way imaginable, he loses it for good.

This is the meaning I infer from the Robert Enrico short, “Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” (1961), a well-known French-made film from a story by Ambrose Bierce.  Low-angle and overhead shots show us so many sturdy trees and so much grand river water, with perpetual bird and insect sounds, that it is almost as though the men in the film hope to compete with nature for something just as momentous.  So they intend to ceremonially execute a man (Roger Jacquet) who has committed wartime crime.  (The war is the American civil war.)  Somehow, in truth, a lawbreaker’s loss of freedom through death matters.

I have never read Bierce’s story, but if it deserves skillful film directing, it gets it from Enrico.

Mamma Mia! ABBA Goes Mediterranean Again

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again (2018) is a delightful sequel to the fine Mamma Mia—er, wait a minute.  Mamma Mia (of 2008) is not fine: it’s unspeakably insipid.  Here We Go Again is superior to it.  It is delightful.  With Oliver Parker as director, the moviemakers got this one right.

Kyle Smith, who loved the picture, nevertheless opined that most of the ABBA songs proffered here are “second-raters.”  I take exception.  “One of Us” and “My Love, My Life” second-raters?  The former is a jaunty, heartfelt, lyrically smart item, and the latter a very dulcet ballad.  Both are performed moderately well.  A madcap dance routine gives the pleasurable “Waterloo” a run for its money, and “The Name of the Game” is a dignified worthy.  Although Lily James has little charisma, musically the movie is formidable.

The cast is fun and, along with there being breathtaking locations, Here We Go Again is awash in dancers; and, boy, do we see this when the zippy “Dancing Queen” is revived from the first film. . . MM The Sequel is not gay, as one professional critic happily considers it.  It is simply fantastic (i.e. fantasy-filled) and weird.  However, there does arise a lot of off-screen pagan fornication between James’s Donna and several men (Amanda Seyfried, meet your mother, Lily James), so the moviemakers decided to dilute this with a final church christening of a newborn baby.  It happens during the singing of “My Love, My Life,” with its “God bless you” line.  God bless you, ABBA.

 

Shepherds of Sardinia, “Bandits of Orgosolo”

Italy’s Bandits of Orgosolo (1961), by Vittorio De Seta (not De Sica), is about Sardinian shepherds—a man and his younger brother—and their troubles with bandits, other shepherds, and uncompassionate policemen.  These two are persons of nature, working with and against nature—and against, to use a narrator’s word, “hostility.”  By hostility I mean the world:  everything from limited water to an unjust police official represents the world.

A classic art film, this, and a neorealistic one.  I managed to find it on YouTube.  I hope others will always be able to as well.

(In Italian with English subtitles)

On “A Married Man” By The Catholic Novelist Piers Paul Read

The married man in the 1979 English novel A Married Manby the Catholic writer Piers Paul Read, is a sometime adulterer named John Strickland.  A barrister and a socialist who intends to run for political office, Strickland is also an atheist married to a Catholic wife, Clare, who does not support her husband’s political ambitions.  The marriage is patently rickety, especially after Strickland meets young Paula Gerrand, a wealthy leftist.  A serious affair begins.  Read sensibly concentrates on the interesting progress of love (illicit though it is), on the pleasures and emotional hold of a liaison, before finally bringing in the spiritual, plainly Christian, material.

Both Strickland and Clare throw themselves into an abyss.  Clare, however, repents, or seems to.  Strickland lacks an understanding of who he really is, thus differing from his wife who observes at one point, ” I may be a wanton woman now, but I’m still capable of feeling ashamed.”  On the other hand, from Strickland we get this:  “Even I might believe in God . . . if He could show me the man I really am.”  Of course it is the Christian’s view that God can do this.

Of the four Read novels I have read, this is my favorite.  It is well-paced, sophisticated, meaningful.  If anyone were to tell me he or she wishes to read only one novel this year about male-female relationships, I’d say let it be this one.

Cover of "A Married Man"

Cover of A Married Man

Fun With Noir: “I Wake Up Screaming”

In I Wake Up Screaming (1941) a model called Vicky Lynn (Carole Landis) gets murdered, and the investigating police department is pretty inept about the matter.  It allows big Ed Cornell (Laird Cregar) to do some very shoddy police work, for he tries to pin the murder on Victor Mature‘s Frankie, a dubious suspect.  He cares not a whit about other suspects. . . This flick by director Bruce Humberstone was the first film noir from Twentieth Century Fox, and though forgettable it’s watchable.  Mature is paired with Betty Grable, as Vicky’s sister, with an appealing housewife’s beauty and a performance not much different from that of any other old-time Hollywood actress.  It’s standard issue.  She is, at any rate, interesting, unlike Carole Landis, who is interesting only in her looks.

Adapted from a novel by Steve Fisher, Screaming was well handled by screenwriter Dwight Taylor.  Humberstone and his actors respect what a distinctly masculine affair it all is, and, really, nobody is even shedding tears over poor Vicky’s terrible death.  For her part, Grable’s character is too busy falling in love.