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.

Along Came Mary: “A Child of the Big City”

A short silent film about a big-city poor girl, who becomes well-to-do, in Russia, A Child of the Big City (1914) was made several years before the Bolshevik revolution and the vile slaughter of the royal family.

It presents pre-Soviet Russia, with urban activity and individual longings, and the impoverished chief character, Mary (Elena P. Smirnova), marries into wealth but proves to be a terrible human being.  She brings to the marriage, you see, some deplorable demotic ways, and her naive husband (Viktor Krawzow) is made miserable.  Sometimes it is only the thought of Mary’s earlier romantic affection that keeps him from shooting himself.

It is a sad (and apolitical) film crafted by the gifted Russian director, Yevgeni Bauer, whose execution is certifiably interesting and innovative despite some too-long scene takes.  Those takes are in themselves interesting, though.

The Movie, “Melancholia” Gets An F, Dunst Gets An A

2011’s Melancholia is the silliest pessimistic film I’ve ever seen.

That a stray planet is heading for a collision with the earth is acceptable—it’s merely the movie’s creator, Lars von Trier, lying like truth—but almost everything else in Melancholia is laughably crass.  Much of it is tedious too.  The film’s dialogue, which usually seems improvised, is terrible, and pretentiousness prevails as well.

Lead actor Kirsten Dunst agreed to get naked for this wreck, even if, happily, her acting is more effective than it has been in the past.  She’s plainly made the grade.

That multiple critics praised von Trier’s movie tells you something about the current state of film criticism.

Melancholia (2011 film)

Melancholia (2011 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

“The Simplest Thing Is To Complicate Everything” (?): A Bueno Film

The new Mexican movie, Lo mas sencille es complicarlo todo (2018) features English subtitles but not an English title.  Netflix, which picked it up, translates it as “The Simplest Thing Is To Complicate Everything”—not the simplest title.  No wonder the Spanish title was retained.

In its essence this comic item respects the honorable idea that teenagers and sexual intercourse don’t mix.  Then again, there is no intercourse in Sencille, not even between adults:  it’s largely a family film.  A conniving adolescent, Renata, is played by a stunning girl, Danna Paola; and she can act.  We sympathize with Renata because of her youth but that’s the only reason.  Not only does she subvert the love relationship between a beautiful blonde and the man Renata is crazy about, but she also insults people in her private speech.  She gets exactly what she deserves.

Goofy in its whimsicality, the film can be disappointingly hokey.  And it failed to make me laugh much.  Director Rene Bueno is not much of a scriptwriter.  Still, this would-be crowd pleaser works as a middlebrow, pop-arty entertainment.  It’s sprightly; it’s like The Bachelor on speed, except it’s sweet.  You could do worse with a Netflix film.

(In Spanish with English subtitles)