by Dean | Jul 30, 2017 | General
Dillinger (1945 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
There is a useless prelude here in which a movie audience watches newsreel about John Dillinger the gangster before Dillinger’s father shuffles out on the stage to deliver his own information about the man. It actually promises to be boring.
The prelude belongs to the 1945 Dillinger, which isn’t boring, starring a very limited Lawrence Tierney as the ever-active bank robber and murderer. The screenplay by Philip Yordan is intermittently dopey—the movie, in point of fact, is near-trash—but not without heat and punch. Max Nosseck (who?) directed with only modest ability, notwithstanding he gives us a nifty scene where Dillinger, after having a tooth pulled, wakes up from the anesthesia only to be nabbed by waiting police officers.
I’m glad I saw Dillinger, but I can’t value it much. . . Speaking of very limited acting, Anne Jeffreys plays Dillinger’s love interest, and is one of the most beautiful blondes in American cinema.
by Dean | Jul 27, 2017 | General
Cover of The Good Girl
The Good Girl, from 2002, is a flop.
Jennifer Aniston plays Justine Last, a retail store assistant who attempts to escape her hated husband and her hated life by having a no-account affair with a young neurotic (Jake Gyllenhaal). Intelligent people are well aware that the film is dreadfully condescending to small-town Texans, but it is also true that after the condescension finally eases up, scriptwriter Mike White proffers a phony happy ending. We are prompted to ask a few questions: Why, really, does Justine hate her husband (John C. Reilly)? Because he frequently smokes pot? Did she not know what he was like before they got married? Did he have her fooled? No answers are supplied.
White substitutes serious intent for credibility. Eventually Justine’s hubby learns of her unfaithfulness, but, well, he accepts it. He stays married to her. Convincing? No.
Directed by Miguel Arteta, The Good Girl is an unprofound nonentity, the very thing the filmmakers don’t believe it to be. Its cheapness is enough to make it a nonentity. Mike White himself, an actor as well as a screenwriter, plays Corny, a security guard and a Christian, one who turns out to be, in Justine’s words, a “Bible-thumping pervert.” At length he gets beaten up for something he never did, which is, to White, no big deal.
by Dean | Jul 26, 2017 | General
Straw Dogs (1971 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I’m tired of contemporary Hollywood films that appear to have been scripted by young, liberal know-it-alls (example: Spider-Man: Homecoming). By no means is this the case with a Hollywood item from the past like Sam Peckinpah‘s Straw Dogs (1971), which I reviewed on this site once before. I said the film was not quite a success, but I demur from that now. It is an imperfect but serious and riveting thriller.
A “straw dog” is something that is made only to be destroyed. David (Dustin Hoffman) and Amy (Susan George) are trying to make a life for themselves in Amy’s Cornish village, but shiftless, lascivious rustics soon intend to destroy it. They clearly diss David the intellectual and envy his union with pretty Amy, who is sexually victimized by two of them. Although this has nothing to do with Amy’s not being a strong woman, it is indeed true that she is not strong (a notion the know-it-alls would refuse to brook) , but neither is David. They’re both very human. David is not manly enough until the last act, and he is imperceptive.
Straw Dogs is hard on the human race, which is, as critic John Simon has put it, “eager for compromise, wallowing in reciprocal abasement, and balking at accommodation only when denied even its widow’s mite.” A measure of sympathy, though, goes to the primary characters, to David and Amy, and it is also certain that screenwriters Peckinpah and David Zelag Goodman—the film is based on a novel by Gordon Williams—never pretend to have their understanding of these two persons all wrapped up. As the film runs its course, they constantly probe David and Amy for who they are, what they think, what they want. None of this has anything to do with ideology or intellectual stasis. It has to do with artistic acumen. Although it’s a shame that Dogs may have been Peckinpah’s last good film, at least genuinely young, Millennial-like minds were not behind it.
by Dean | Jul 24, 2017 | General
The Man I Love (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In large measure Raoul Walsh‘s The Man I Love (1947) is about nightclub life, with a chunk of real shadiness tossed in. Ida Lupino stars as a tough-minded but amiable club singer, who doesn’t care much about her job since her boss (Robert Alda) is a cocky heel who makes advances to her. Alda ain’t the man she loves; really, the man she loves seems like a bore and is badly acted by Bruce Bennett. Lupino’s scenes with him are the weakest in the movie.
Other scenes, however, such as those with Petey Brown (Lupino) and her family, are spunky and agreeable. The movie in toto is agreeable, if without the greatest plot in the world.
by Dean | Jul 20, 2017 | General
Summer with Monika (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A Summer with Monika (1953) is a Swedish film directed by Ingmar Bergman from a novel by Per Anders Fogelstrom.
Monika (Harriet Andersson), for a long time a believable character, and Harry (Lars Ekberg), not much explored, are two adolescent lovers. Both are inexperienced and foolish but also harassed and even mistreated. Eventually they marry, but in the film’s final third, unfortunately, Bergman allows Monika to become a surprising tramp. This is, nonetheless, one of the Swede’s few successful movies, remarkably made with its wonderful exterior shots, long takes and (of course) mise en scene.
In addition, it is a famously erotic film—and not just for 1953—albeit Andersson has assets other than those under her blouse. She is an actress so “natural” it is uncanny, as true in her hysteria as in everything else. She creates a good blending of sophistication and innocence, and is enticingly kinetic. It is a great performance in a more-than-okay movie.
(In Swedish with English subtitles)
by Dean | Jul 18, 2017 | General
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The commercial Western novels from earlier decades usually had their cowboy heroes fall in love with a young woman who had not yet married. The 1956 Western movie, Seven Men from Now—it too is commercial, of course—offers a hero with a sure liking for a young woman who is married, but he staunchly refuses to start anything. A man of principle, he is played by Randolph Scott, and the seven men of the title are the gold robbers who murdered Scott’s wife and are now being pursued by him.
‘Tis strange that Ben Stride, Scott’s character, doesn’t appear to be suffering much over his wife’s death, and neither does the aforementioned young woman (Gail Russell) seem devastated by the vile murder of her husband (Walter Reed). It’s as though the producers opposed any big-deal, negative emotion (and if they hadn’t, could Scott have delivered?).
All the same, this Budd Boetticher Western, written by Burt Kennedy, is dramatically piercing. A perfect, and not strident, performance comes from Lee Marvin with his big personality. Russell, Reed and others provide a handful of not-bad performances. . . In more ways than one, Seven Men is colorful, another ’50s picture proving how well literal color works for Westerns. Above all, it is just as entertaining as those Western novels from earlier decades—those I have read, anyway.
