ANGEL FACE
***½
USA
A night-shift ambulance driver
gets involved with an unstable heiress.
A noir melodrama packaged with style, a great cast and a couple of memorable death
scenes. The pathology of its sweet-faced femme fatale doesn't necessarily
convince, but neither does it detract from the fun.
dir: Otto Preminger
cast: Robert Mitchum, Jean Simmons, Herbert
Marshall, Barbara O'Neil, Leon Ames, Mona Freeman
THE BAD AND THE BEAUTIFUL
****
USA
The megalomania of a Hollywood
producer is presented through his relationships with a glamourous star, a
talented director and a cynical scriptwriter.
Clearly biased, somewhat derivative and not quite as biting as it
imagines itself to be, but nonetheless, a glossy, ambitious and entertaining treatise on
Hollywood dealings.
dir: Vincente Minnelli
cast: Kirk Douglas, Lana Turner,
Walter Pidgeon, Dick Powell, Barry Sullivan, Gloria Grahame
BEND
OF THE RIVER
***½
USA
Anthony Mann directs Jimmy Stewart in this essay on the hardships that
faced the Oregon pioneers in the 1840s. It features lots of sweeping
vistas and is entertaining enough, but it's wobbly and lacks the
complexity of the other Mann-Stewart Westerns (it's probably the weakest
of the five).
Arthur Kennedy plays the shifty though charismatic villain,
and it's astounding how much sexual tension he musters up with Hollywood's
most wholesome movie star. In the opening half-hour alone, they exchange
enough heavy leers, pregnant pauses and ambiguous grins to fill several
montages on gay subtexts and cowboys. Then there's all the innuendo about
giving up one's wild ways and the psychological struggles of settling for
the straight and narrow. The two continue sizing each other up for much of
the film and Jimmy looks on with frustrated jealousy every time Kennedy
forced himself to kiss the very pretty Julia Adams.
Funnily enough, Rock Hudson also pops up in an early role,
more to flash his blinding set of teeth than to do any acting.
dir: Anthony Mann
ph: Irving Glassberg
cast: James Stewart, Arthur Kennedy, Julia Adams, Rock Hudson, Lori
Nelson, Jay C. Flippen, Stepin Fetchit, Henry Morgan, Chuby Johnson
THE CARD
**½
CASQUE
D'OR
***½
France
When you think of France in the Belle Epoque, you conjure up a fantasy of
a place so sensuous and otherworldly in its beauty that it could arguably
never be captured by a mortal filmmaker. Several highly esteemed movie
fans however, believe Jacques Becker achieves precisely that in this
glowing romance between the immaculately sculpted Simone Signoret at her
most bewitching and an intelligent though miscast actor called Serge
Reggiani, who sports a moustache approximately three times the size of his
head. The plot is very much in the pulpy noir tradition - a misunderstood
convict falls for a femme fatale and finds himself trapped in the crooked
dealings of the underworld - but Becker milks it for evocative mundanities
and grounded emotions.
dir: Jacques Becker
cast: Serge Reggiani, Simone Signoret, Claude Dauphin, Raymond
Bussières, Odette Barencey, Loleh Bellon, Solange Certin, Jacqueline
Dane, Gaston Modot
CLASH
BY NIGHT
***
USA
Fritz Lang transported this Clifford Odets Broadway-realist soap opera
from Staten Island to an obscure fishing village. So as to undercut the
staginess of the dialogue and situations, he shoots much of the opening
act like a documentary - with natural light, on location and keeping his
distance from the actors. The freshness and the detail are absorbing. But
then the picture loses some interest as things turn hysterical and
claustrophobic.
World-weary Barbara Stanwyck marries a good-natured oaf and
tries very hard to resist animal attraction to cynical, overtly sexual
Robert Ryan. Guess what happens after - bear in mind, the anti-heroine has
the option to end up destitute or domesticated.
As soon as she strides into frame and downs a whisky Stanwyck
dominates her scenes as well as everybody else's, which goes a long way
towards making the film at least half-compelling. Another plus is an early
supporting role for Marilyn Monroe. She's not yet giddy, glamourous or
breathy, but she's already very lovely.
dir: Fritz Lang
cast: Barbara Stanwyck, Robert Ryan, Paul Douglas, Marilyn
Monroe, Keith Andes, J. Carroll Naish
FORBIDDEN GAMES
*****
France
Probably the most honestly devastating of all war films, René Clément's
only covers a couple of air raids, barely features any guns or soldiers,
and for the most part takes place in an idyllic subsection of the French
countryside, left entirely unscathed by the invading Nazis. This is where
Paulette - played with uncanny naturalism by 5-year-old Brigitte Fossey -
wanders off to, clutching her dead puppy and having just witnessed Nazi
fighter planes mow down her parents. She's shocked, to be sure, and
petrified. But - on the outside, at least - she isn't paralysed by her
fear, or snivelling like every well-behaved, sufficiently briefed movie
child ought to. The grief process she undergoes - or, more precisely,
doesn't - is all the more viable, arresting and thought-provoking for
being so unorthodox and unsentimental.
Shock and denial and mourning and [non-]acceptance don't
filter through her in any neat trajectory. They descend simultaneously in
a nasty jumble. Despite her considerable resilience and tenacity, she
isn't equipped to sort through it - even the most evolved 5-year-old is
unequipped to grapple with death. But because of the war, Paulette is
forced to, and - what's more - determined to. Death is set to define her
worldview from this day onward, and she is bent on researching it and
examining its every facet. Since her understanding of death and grief is
unconventional, her means of coping with them are even more so.
The only person in the village who can relate to her plight
on a primal level is another child, Michel (the similarly indelible
Georges Poujouly, who - as an actor - already possesses an adult's dignity
and sensitivity). Michel isn't as struck by the morbidity and the
absurdity of Paulette's eventual demands as he is by his desperate need to
see her happy and at peace. So, if this means stealing crosses from the
villagers' graves and constructing a miniature but (in their eyes) no less
legitimate cemetery of their own, he is prepared to go along.
In presenting their actions, Clément takes on an alert but
unassuming stance to match the children's. Where others would pile on
violins and restless pianos, he opts for a lyrical acoustic guitar or,
more often, simple silence. Where others would prod lumpy crocodile tears
out of their pre-pubescent puppets, he stands back to let them breathe and
take in the surrounding circumstances spontaneously and without force. His
images are stark and organic. He drains the picture of every drop of
bathos or melodrama - in fact, he strips it to a core, non-invasive
portrait of what is, from this perspective, a perfectly valid way of going
about things.
The adult characters' ignorance, confused prioritising and
casual hypocrisy threaten to turn them into caricatures throughout the
movie. But they're portrayed with an open-faced, mellow spirit, which - if
it doesn't quite pass for warmth - still speaks of a basic, though
weathered, humanity: a pattern of behaviour not easily perturbed and on
many levels bizarre, but completely palatable within the context of an
ingrown, unfussy day-to-day survivalism that has already withstood one war.
If you're not prone to sympathise with these particular
grown-ups, it's because you're given the sense that even war and brutality
are no match for their obstinacy and self-preservation. If they're struck
down, they can either succumb to that already-inevitable state of
permanent peace (that doesn't seem all that removed from a content and
uneventful life in the country), or they can get up and continue with the
house- and field-work. There is very little conscience or compassion left
in them for a war to extinguish.
In this context the crucial terror of war doesn't lie in its
maiming and bloodletting, but in the violence it can do to to an unformed,
still-shatterable mind. The opening images of anonymous lives annihilated
on a country field are horrific in a very immediate way. But their horror
doesn't begin to compare to the final impact of watching an ocean of
aid-seekers swallow up Paulette in her doomed search for the only human
being that could offer her the warmth and understanding to combat a stolen
childhood.
dir: René Clement
wr: René Clement, Jean Aurenche, Pierre Bost
ph: Robert Juillard
m: Narciso Yepes
cast: Brigitte Fossey, Georges Poujouly, Amédée, Laurence
Badie, Madeleine Barbulée, Suzanne Courtal, Lucien Hubert, Jacques Marin,
Pierre Merovée
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THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH
***
HIGH NOON
*****
IKIRU
*****
Japan
Akira Kurosawa is most famous for his sweeping medieval epics, but one of
his best pictures is this intimate contemporary drama about a town hall
official who finds out he has less than a year to live. Kurosawa is as adept
at arranging warriors amidst a soaring landscape as he is at framing
menial workers against claustrophobic, soul-deadening interiors. His
pure, flowing visual style overwhelms the sentimental nature of his material. Rather than naïve and maudlin like
many meditations on death
and regret, this one is profound and richly moving.
dir: Akira Kurosawa
wr: Akira Kurosawa, Hideo Oguni, Shinobu Hashimoto
ph: Asakazu Nakai
cast: Takashi Shimura, Nobuo Kaneko, Kyoko Seki, Miki
Odagiri, Kamatari Fujiwara, Makoto Koburi, Kumeku Urabe
THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST
***½
THE LIFE OF OHARU
***½
LIMELIGHT
***½
MONKEY BUSINESS
***½
MOULIN ROUGE
**
USA
Toulouse Lautrec's days spent
at the Moulin Rouge.
A beautifully photographed but leaden biopic, with a hammy central
performance and a claustrophobic recreation of its famous setting.
Cinematically it has been eclipsed by Baz Luhrmann's much later, much more
potent version.
dir: John Huston
ph: Oswald Morris
cast: José Ferrer, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Suzanne Flon,
Claude Nollier, Mary Clare, Katherine Kath, Muriel Smith, Harold Kasket
THE NARROW MARGIN
****
USA
A gangster's widow is
reluctantly transported from Chicago to Los Angeles to testify at a trial
with two hitmen stalking her.
A tense, fast-moving sleeper in the Hitchcockian fashion that even compares
favourably to work of the Master's very own. It boasts effective twists, fantastic
camerawork and a strong concept, despite a tendency to overlook matters of
logic practicality.
dir: Richard Fleischer
cast: Charles McGraw, Marie Windsor, Jacqueline
White, Gordon Gebert
ON DANGEROUS GROUND
****
USA
A disillusioned city cop is
sent to work in the country.
Like most of Ray's films, this aims to present the unexplored aspects
of a genre, and present even people's most despicable characteristics from a sympathetic,
humanist view. The ambition overwhelms the execution and the anti-hero's
disillusionment is typically overwrought, but the film is atmospheric
throughout, absorbing and unexpectedly affecting. Several of its plot
points were later employed in the "Insomnia" films (1997, 2002).
dir: Nicholas Ray
cast: Robert Ryan, Ida Lupino, Ward Bond, Charles
Kemper, Anthony Ross, Ed Begley
OTHELLO
***½
USA/Italy/France/Morocco
Doused in ever-shifting shades of blackface, Orson Welles makes for a
rather grotesque Othello. He's neither convincing nor compelling in the
role. But with a more capable lead and a solid budget, this could have
very easily made for a classic.
Welles is one of a select circle of filmmakers fascinated but
not intimidated by Shakespeare. Lesser talents are content to have famous
actors recite the famous lines, dump the camera a metre in front of them
and ensure that the movie experience differs as little as possible from
the stage experience. Welles introduces drive and oxygen to the process
of adapting Shakespeare on film. His approach is all frenzied movement,
eerie shadows and canted frames. The photography is beguiling.
The problem in this version is that the language gets lost in
the flurry of extravagant but seemingly disjointed images. This seems to
have come about as a result of insufficient funds more than due to any
overt creative decision. The sound is poorly recorded and even more poorly
dubbed. In order to avoid synching problems in post-production (and this
didn't really work), Welles tried to show as little as possible of the
actors speaking. So a lot of monologues are delivered from a great
distance or with the actor's back to the camera.
Welles shot the film at irregular intervals between 1949 and
1952 without ever securing a steady source of money. Actors were left to
languish around the various locations (several had to leave mid-production
due to conflicting schedules) until enough along the way of a budget
arrived to shoot another scene. And this shows in the film: it feels
patched-up and panic-stricken.
dir: Orson Welles
ph: Anchisi Brizzi, G.R. Aldo, Georges Fanto, Oberdan Trojani,
Alverto Fusi
cast: Orson Welles, Michael MacLiammoir, Suzanne Cloutier,
Robert Coote, Hilton Edwards, Michael Lawrence, Fay Compton, Nicholas
Bruce, Jean Davis, Doris Dowling, Joseph Cotten, Joan Fontaine
PAT AND MIKE
***½
RANCHO
NOTORIOUS
***
USA
Fritz Lang brings all his German efficiency to yet another cheap,
studio-bound Western about the taming of Marlene Dietrich, doing her
standard, bang-up job as the aging dance hall hostess. This time the man
to make her reconsider her sinful ways is played by weathered, bushy-eyebrowed
Arthur Kennedy. In between spitloads of innuendo, Marlene repeatedly dubs
him young, handsome and virtuous. This is that much funnier for the fact
that Kennedy's google-eyed double-takes recall Peter Lorre's from an
earlier, better Lang picture.
This one is narrated in song - the kind of solemn, hefty folk
anthem parodied in "Cat Ballou" (1965).
dir: Fritz Lang
cast: Marlene Dietrich, Arthur Kennedy, Mel Ferrer, Lloyd Gough,
Gloria Henry, William Frawley, Lisa Ferraday
THE QUIET MAN
*****
SINGIN' IN THE RAIN
*****
SUMMER WITH MONIKA
***½
Adolescent lovers decide to
leave civilization.
Uneven in tone, but marked by a freshness and sincerity that
makes it feel ahead of its time.
dir: Ingmar Bergman
cast: Harriet Andersson, Lars Ekborg
THE TITFIELD THUNDERBOLT
****½
VIVA ZAPATA
***½
THE
WHITE SHEIK
***
Italy
Federico Fellini's first solo directorial effort was this gentle satire
about country newlyweds at peril in the big city, with
zealously gesticulating Leopoldo Trieste as the husband and hazy Brunella
Bovo as the wife. It's pleasant, if arbitrary and drawn-out, for the most
part, with the occasional flavourful section that hints at Fellini's future mastery
of atmosphere.
dir: Federico Fellini
wr: Federico Fellini, Tullio Pinelli, Ennio Flaiano, Michelangelo
Antonioni
cast: Leopoldo Trieste, Brunella Bovo, Alberto Sordi, Giulietta
Masina, Lilia Landi, Ernesto Almirante, Fanny Marchio, Gina Mascetti
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