Sunday, September 18, 2016

The Awful Truth (1937)

Director: Leo McCarey                                    Writers: Viña Delmar & Sidney Buchman
Film Score: George Parish                              Cinematography: Joseph Walker
Starring: Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Ralph Bellamy and Cecil Cunningham

Though at first blush The Awful Truth seems like a rehash of His Girl Friday it was actually made several years earlier, a successful trial run for a series of films starring Cary Grant in which the star seduces back his ex-wife and leaves another suitor out in the cold. The film was adapted from the hit play of the same name by Arthur Richman, and according to Ralph Bellamy in his autobiography When the Smoke Hit the Fan, it had gone through the hands of half a dozen screenwriters before he showed up on the set for the first day of shooting. The trouble they had was trying to convert the Englishman of the play into a western hick. Once everyone was on the set director Leo McCarey began shooting without a script. Dunne wanted out of the picture, and so did Grant unless he could play the Englishman from the original play and Bellamy take over his part. Though the controversial writer Viña Delmar is credited with the screenplay--and was even nominated for an Academy Award--Bellamy claims they never had a script and that McCarey would come in with fresh pages everyday that the actor assumed he wrote himself. Apparently, after a few days of insecurity with McCarey’s directing style, the cast warmed up to it and knocked the picture out in six weeks. Despite the cast’s misgivings, the film was the first of it’s kind and went on to achieve classic status as a screwball comedy of remarriage that would be followed by My Favorite Wife, The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday and many others.

The film opens at a Manhattan sports club, with Cary Grant trying to get a tan to hide the fact that he hasn’t been in Florida as he told his wife. When he brings some friends over to the house, however, wife Irene Dunne isn’t there. He assumes she’s at the house of her aunt, Cecil Cunningham, but when the aunt shows up alone he becomes suspicious. Then Dunne does show up, but with Alexander D’Arcy in tow. Apparently his car broke down the night before and the two of them stayed the night together at a country inn. After the guests leave, Grant’s suspicions get the better of him and accusations fly, not only from him but from her when she sees the fruit basket he brought her is from California. After a quick trip to divorce court, Dunne gets an apartment with Cunningham and it’s not long before the two meet their neighbor, Ralph Bellamy. He’s a rich oilman from Oklahoma who lives with his mother, Esther Dale. Dunne falls for him because he is the opposite of Grant, polite and thoughtful instead of unfaithful and scheming. With two full months before the divorce is final, however, Grant begins to have second thoughts. Fortunately, as Dunne becomes increasingly more aware of what spending her life in Oklahoma with Bellamy will be like, she becomes disenchanted with marrying him as well. Neither one wants to admit to the other that they’ve made a mistake, though it’s obvious that the two are still very much in love.

In addition to Delmar, Ralph Bellamy and Irene Dunne as well as the film itself, were all nominated for Oscars but it was director Leo McCarey who won for best direction. For McCarey, who had worked extensively with Laurel and Hardy as well as the Marx Brothers, it was a long overdue recognition of his comedic talent. The film starts off rather predictably and the first half hour is almost pedestrian, but the second half more than makes up for it. And the antics, while not exactly zany, are actually the better for it. One of the funniest moments of the film is a nightclub act by Joyce Compton singing “Gone With the Wind,” though it’s less the gag that goes along with the song as it is the reaction of the three leads that is so humorous. And as it was throughout his career, the witty banter can get a bit tiresome and so some of the best moments for Grant are when he indulges is physical comedy. For Dunne, the highlight is playing Grant’s sister in an attempt to destroy his new romance with Molly Lamont. To be honest, the pacing is uneven throughout, but that is no doubt a result of McCarey’s working methods. And while Grant never did warm to the finished film, it catapulted his popularity into the upper echelon of male actors in the forties and solidified his screen image for the rest of his career. The Awful Truth may not be the greatest screwball comedy of the late thirties but it is a solid hit film that deserves its classic status.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Welcoming Departure (2012)

Director: Scott Ballard                                      Writer: Scott Ballard
Music: The Blue Cranes                                   Cinematography: Dave Rosenblum
Starring: Thomas S. Campbell, Eve Pryce, Rachael Perrell and Dave Morales

Welcoming Departure is the feature debut of Portland writer-director Scott Ballard. Getting his start in feature work as a cinematographer, he did some impressive camera work on the otherwise stilted How the Fire Fell in 2010, but already had amassed a substantial resume writing and directing short films prior to that. The theme of this film is a tired one, the elderly person who makes an impact on the life of a younger one, and Ballard is clearly intent on finding something new to say with it, though it’s difficult to know if he succeeds. It’s an odd film in many ways. While there are a lot of things to like about it, they don’t really seen to fit together very well. For the first nine minutes of the movie Tom Campbell seems perfect for the part, but as soon as he opens his mouth it’s clear he’s way more intelligent than his character first appears. The jazz soundtrack, which includes some terrific music by the Portland quintet The Blue Cranes and the Alan Jones Sextet, almost seems as if it belongs in a different film. And there are certain ways of handling a story like this by directors like Alexander Payne or the Coen Brothers, but Scott Ballard chooses to go in a very different direction. The subdued nature of the telling is far more reminiscent of Some Days are Better Than Others by Matt McCormick, but Ballard’s screenplay lacks the symbolic underpinning of that film, and the stakes for his characters don’t seem nearly as high.

The film opens at breakfast time, with Thomas S. Campbell dropping the needle on a jazz LP, eating Cheerios and opening his mail at the kitchen table before heading off to work in his station wagon. Campbell works as the night janitor at the public library. After his shift he meets Dave Morales and the two have a real breakfast at a diner before Campbell goes back home. The next day is just like the last except he brings a letter from home with him, which he opens during his lunch. Apparently a relative of his has died and he is one of the beneficiaries. It’s nine minutes into the film before there is any dialogue, at breakfast with Morales. Campbell thinks the letter is a scam because he doesn’t have any relatives, but calls the lawyer when he gets home and the next day is told to pick up a package at the airport. Campbell is decidedly low-tech guy who prefers vinyl to digital, and doesn’t own a computer, and the scene where he attempts to navigate an automated phone system is amusing if familiar. One morning when Morales doesn’t show up, he goes to the restaurant alone and talks to waitress Rachael Perrell. The conversation is intended to show the viewer how bland his life is, and sets up the reappearance of Perrell later on. Oh, the package at the airport? It keeps him awake wondering what it is and so he finally drives out to pick it up. It’s an old Norwegian woman named Odessa played by Eve Pryce.

The results should be predictable, but they’re not. Not unlike the episode on the phone, Campbell handles the crisis in his typically methodical fashion. Absent are the histrionics that a character like this would normally indulge in, or the obsessive-compulsive breakdown the viewer might expect. Instead, Campbell goes about his business of working the problem, gradually uncovering information about Pryce as well as exploring his own reaction to her presence in his life. The film is short, at barely over an hour, and it certainly could have benefitted from spending more time with the supporting cast, especially in the second half. That said, there are some very nice moments. One is the actual LP that Campbell is playing on his turntable. Even though the jazz on the soundtrack is provided by local Portland groups, the LP is a Blue Note album. It’s a small detail, but for the knowledgeable jazz fan it’s a nice one. Equally impressive is when Campbell goes through Pryce’s suitcase. The photo album, postcards and sweaters have a palpable feeling of authenticity to them, and when Campbell neatly arranges everything as he puts it back it’s quite touching. There’s also a nice moment at the coffee shop when Ballard keeps the camera on Pryce while Campbell and Morales talk about her, only her eyes moving in time with the conversation. It’s an economical technique, as it only requires one set up, but used judiciously it can be very effective as it is here.

Tom Campbell is solid in the lead role, intelligent and level-headed despite the curves he is thrown. Eve Pryce is a much better choice visually than the actress Ballard had on the original promotional materials, and she does a terrific job with no dialogue. While David Morales starts off as the typically goofy best friend, he becomes something else again when he meets Pryce and it would have nice to see more of him at the end. Rachael Perrell is absolutely riveting onscreen and it’s a shame that both she and Morales couldn’t have had more time to develop their characters in an additional twenty minutes that the story cries out for. And that’s probably the fatal flaw of the film: the screenplay. The cinematography and direction are solid, but the narrative simply doesn’t have time to gel. This may be a result of Ballard spending so much time working on short films, or it may be just a function of being his first feature. First features are notorious for weak screenplays. Welcoming Departure is certainly not a bad film, however, and as stated earlier there are things to admire and enjoy. Fortunately Ballard has made a second feature and the hope is that he will continue working in the long form and hone his considerable skills even more in the future.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Vantage Point (2008)

Director: Pete Travis                                         Writer: Barry L. Levy
Film Score: Atli Örvarsson                                Cinematography: Amir Mokri
Starring: Dennis Quaid, Forest Whitaker, William Hurt and Matthew Fox

It figures that when Hollywood finally got around to making something on par with Akira Kurosawa’s Rashomon, it would be an action movie. By comparison . . . well, there is no comparison. Taken on its own, however, and on its own terms, Vantage Point is a pretty good thriller that keeps the viewer’s attention—maybe not in the way it intended, but working out the puzzle is certainly worth the waiting around. Where Kurosawa’s Japanese film dealt with the differing perceptions people have about the same event, this is a technology-based story where the event is the same for all the participants but their access to the information about the event is limited in various ways. Reviews were mixed, which is absolutely no surprise. For some reviewers the action and the puzzle were all that was necessary, but for many others the repetition of the same story eight times wore thin quickly. What the average viewer thinks will pretty much fall into one of those two camps. The film was shot in Mexico City, and though it rained through much of the shoot a lot of post-production work managed to iron out the differences in the takes. But it wasn’t done without a price. The artificiality of many scenes, while not obvious, is an unnecessary reminder that breaks the suspension of disbelief far too often.

The film begins with a news team in the production van outside a square in Spain were world leaders are to speak about a global conference on terrorism that is taking place in their city. Sigourney Weaver is the producer in the van and Zoe Saldana is the reporter on the scene. William Hurt, as the President of the United States, rolls up in his bullet-proof limousine, and Weaver notices that Secret Service agent Dennis Quaid is on the job, even though he took a bullet for Hurt less than a year ago. But before the speeches even begin, Hurt is shot and a bomb goes off that kills Saldana. Back the story up a half hour, and Quaid is alone in his hotel room before the speech, on pain pills and having flashbacks of the previous shooting. He’s sees two things during the current assassination. He sees where the shots came from but he also sees Forest Whitaker in the crowd taking video looking the wrong direction. After Hurt is moved, Quaid finds Whitaker and looks at his tape. He sees the bomb planted, but is too late to stop it from going off, and finally makes his way out to the television van. Back to the arrival of the president, Eduardo Noriega is apparently a cop assigned to protect the mayor of the city, and he spots Edgar Ramírez talking to girlfriend Ayelet Zurer. But Zurer is supposed to be Noriega’s girlfriend, and when he gives her the bag she wanted from the house, he realizes too late it’s the bomb.

The scene goes back to Forest Whitaker this time, then from William Hurt’s perspective, and then the villains, each time taking the story a little bit further along. The Hurt segment, with Bruce McGill as his hawkish aide, is particularly intriguing and changes the entire complexion of the film. There are some problems, to be sure. For one thing, there is no way on Earth that the secret service would have allowed that outdoor speech in a closed off square surrounded by windows. Wouldn’t have happened. For another thing, the subplot involving William Hurt seems more like urban myth that a believable plot point. But that’s when the film really gets going. Much more is happening between Noriega, Ramírez and Zurer that at first meets the eye. Matthew Fox, as Quaid’s partner, and the friendly Saïd Taghmaoui also figure prominently into the puzzle. Of course there’s the obligatory car chase at the end of the film, and all of the characters wind up in the same spot at the same time for the surprisingly anti-climactic ending. Though it wasn’t a box-office smash--especially after word got out--it did make back nearly double its production costs domestically, and essentially made the same in the international market. Vantage Point isn’t something that most viewers will want to see more than once, but do catch it on cable and give it a chance.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

The Martian (2015)

Director: Ridley Scott                                         Writer: Drew Goddard
Film Score: Harry Gregson-Williams                 Cinematography: Dariusz Wolski
Starring: Matt Damon, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Jessica Chastain and Michael Peña

The easy way to sum up this film is Apollo 13 meets Mission to Mars meets Cast Away. But that wouldn’t be telling the whole story. One of the most interesting things about The Martian is that it won the Golden Globe for best picture--in the category of Comedy or Musical. Certainly there is a lot of humor in Ridley Scott’s newest space film, but it seems a real stretch to call a story about an astronaut stranded on Mars a comedy. Nevertheless, that is what sets this film apart. It is a satisfying, big-budget science fiction adventure that combines familiar tropes from the movies listed above and, like a Lawrence Kasdan film, it brings a calculated eye to what sells at the box office and delivers right down the line on those expectations. Is it a great piece of art? Absolutely not. But it is a great movie. The screenplay was based on the novel of the same name by Andy Weir, which began as an online web series and then self-published before being picked up by Crown. The screenplay was adapted by Drew Goddard, who is primarily a TV writer but has written apocalyptic films like World War Z and Cloverfield. Ridley Scott, of course, is no stranger to films set in space and used his considerable clout to assemble an all-star team of actors to assist him in mining box-office gold, making back six times its one million dollar budget.

The film begins on Mars, some twenty years in the future, with a manned mission going about their business of collecting samples and building structures on the surface, just one part of an extended mission program by NASA. Matt Damon is the botanist on the crew, and as he and first officer Michael Peña exchange an onslaught of friendly insults the captain, Jessica Chastain, finally orders their microphones turned off. But soon word of a violent storm comes from NASA and Chastain makes the decision to abort the mission after only a couple of weeks because the winds will topple their ship and leave them stranded if they stay. By the time they are prepared to leave the stand storm is already on them, and when Damon is hit by a piece of debris his suit is damaged and they are forced to leave him for dead. The rest of the crew barely lifts off in time, but they make it. Ironically, so does Damon. The antenna that punctured his suit and killed his communications signal was also surrounded by blood that inadvertently sealed the suit. He manages get back to the habitat, removes the antenna, and sews himself back up, but now he’s stranded. The conceit to keep him talking onscreen is a video log that he’s keeping for whoever finds his body on the next mission, which is still four years away. But as he sets about collecting all of the food they have brought, and improving his battery recharging capabilities, and fixing the rover for transportation, Mackenzie Davis sees the movements back on Earth and so they know he’s alive, but they have no way to communicate with him.

Back on earth the head of NASA, Jeff Daniels, doesn’t want to tell his crew who are now on their way back home. Sean Bean, the head of flight control disagrees, but it’s a moot point. It will take something on the order of two years before a supply rocket can make it all the way to Mars, and longer than that before the next manned ship can make it back there. Chiwetel Ejiofor is the NASA mission director who manages to communicate with Damon, once he figures out why the astronaut has gone after an old Mars probe from the twentieth century, and Donald Glover is the astro-physicist who figures out how to make the rescue much quicker. In many ways this is a star-studded feature that never really challenges the viewer’s emotions in the way that Gravity does, but then that’s not the point. The goal of the film was always box-office dollars rather than artistry, and in terms of entertainment it succeeds admirably. The humor that comes from the screenplay for Matt Damon’s character is wonderful. He is self-deprecating at times, angry at the situation at other times, an a hero throughout, using his physical skills and scientific knowledge to keep himself alive by coming up with a heat source and an artificial atmosphere that enables him to grow potatoes--with the help of human feces for fertilizer. And while there is suspense, there is never the gnawing sense of isolation that there is in Gravity, or even in Cast Away. Even the half-hour communication lag time is glossed over in most instances and is never really emphasized except in the climax.

One of the dubious aspects of the film that stands out--and to be fair to Scott it may be inherent in Weir’s original novel--is something I call anachronistic pandering. The references to the seventies which includes disco music, quite unbelievably the only music Damon can find on anyone’s personal computer, and episodes of Happy Days, all seem calculated to boost popularity among those who were alive them, as a way of increasing viewers in that older generation who might not go to the film otherwise. There are also references to other films, most noticeably Apollo 13 when Sean Bean sneaks up rescue plans to the crew and they write back to NASA calling Donald Glover “a steely-eyed missile man.” But ultimately the film belongs to Matt Damon. He carries the film in the same way as Tom Hanks did in Cast Away, but there was also an effort made to keep the story light, staying away from the morose introspection of something like Moon by emphasizing the humor and the survival spirit of Damon’s character. The film combines generally accurate science with a real sense of being on another planet, and a human story that is engaging without the need for an actual villain in the piece. And that is probably one of the most refreshing aspects of the film. With no supernatural or science-fictional enemies, nor the kind of infighting usually seen on space opera crews, the protagonist is left with only the elements to fight--something everyone can relate to and making the film a universal experience. In that sense, The Martian is simply delightful.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Untraceable (2008)

Director: Gregory Hoblit                                    Writers: Robert Fyvolent & Mark Brinker
Film Score: Christopher Young                         Cinematography: Anastas N. Michos
Starring: Diane Lane, Billy Burke, Colin Hanks and Mary Beth Hurt

One of the problems with technology based crime stories is that the technology itself goes obsolete so fast that it dates the film prematurely. One only has to think of Sandra Bullock in The Net, to understand. Fortunately, Untraceable was filmed deep into the first decade of the new millennium and so the issue isn’t quite as obvious. It’s there, but it can be overlooked. Though one of my causes is promoting films by Portland directors, this isn’t one of them. It’s simply a Hollywood project filmed in Portland, but that in itself was interesting enough to check it out. In many ways it’s a fairly derivative story, a serial killer who murders his victims online instead of the delayed gratification of reading about them in the newspapers or seeing them on the TV news. But it’s essentially the same idea. I was also drawn to the film by a couple of actors, Colin Hanks, who had a brief but memorable role in the HBO series, Band of Brothers, and one of my favorite actresses, Mary Beth Hurt. Billy Burke is a new face for me, since I don’t watch the Twilight films, but being born in Bellingham, Washington, he’s sort of a local. Director Gregory Hoblit, on the other hand, is a Hollywood veteran who began in television and has since moved on to helm some very good second-tier suspense films like Frequency and Primal Fear. And he does a solid job with this story as well, though as in all of his films the screenplay is the weakest link.

The film opens on a high-tech video lab, with an unidentified man setting up a scene at the bottom of what looks like basement stairs to trap a cat. The scene then cuts to a rain-drenched street in Portland, Oregon. FBI agent Diane Lane grabs her backpack and heads into the Federal Building, where all kinds of computer analysts are at work investigating cyber crimes. Colin Hanks is a fellow agent who gets her up to speed on a recent case, but at the same time she gets a note from the Portland police about another site they want her to look at. She goes to the website and sees the cat stuck to a strong adhesive and apparently is going to die there for entertainment. Lane lives with her mother, Mary Beth Hurt, and her daughter, Perla Haney-Jardine. She checks the website before she goes to bed and discovers that the cat is dead. The fact that the site is local is not, according to Lane, a coincidence, but the head of the division, Peter Gray Lewis, feels there are more important crimes to be investigating. Then, in the parking lot at a hockey game, a fan lured by the prospect of a cheap online ticket is Tasered and pulled into a van. When he suddenly appears on the site, things get serious. While the Bureau handles the tech side of the crime, Billy Burke is the Portland homicide detective who deals directly with the witnesses, in this case the wife of the hockey fan.

The software the killer is using bounces the IP address around to servers all over the world, so the Lane and Hanks have no idea how to trace him. Jesse Tyler Ferguson, from Modern Family before that show began, is arrested but he has an alibi, and before long another victim is captured and the killer is revealed as Joseph Cross. Ultimately it’s his local connections that allow the detectives to find a way in, especially after he comes after Lane and her family. It’s a strange role for Diane Lane because of the way she seems detached from everything, her work, her daughter, her mother, even the crime itself. She had so much fire in her belly in The Perfect Storm, and while there are personal reasons for her character in the film that might explain her behavior, it’s yet another reason the film is unable to live up to its potential. The movie is competently filmed by Hoblit and his cinematographer Anastas Michos, including an abundance of really nice overhead shots, but it’s the screenplay that keeps the film from rising anywhere above merely interesting. And there are some incredibly bad lines in it, mostly delivered by Hanks. One groaner has him talking about the hockey fan who is bleeding out onscreen when he says, “It’s too bad this guy wasn’t a Boy Scout, he could just bleed Morse code and tell us where he is.” Even though this is a plot point that comes up later, it seems incredibly insensitive in the moment. And then, when the hockey fan dies, Hanks shakes his head and says, looking at his computer screen, “It’s a jungle in there.”

The music by Christopher Young in the opening credits attempts to set the mood by replicating John Carpenter’s piano music from Halloween, but the score is pretty forgettable other than that. The color manipulation of the film is done to replicate a Hollywood version of a Pacific Northwest winter, and it looks pretty good. The streets are always wet and the cloud cover is an icy gray, with a blue-tinged palate in very sharp focus to represent the cold snap the city is having in the story. Most of the interiors were constructed in Clackamus, southeast of Portland, while the exteriors were filmed at iconic spots in the city. In assessing it overall it can’t really be called a bad film, because it does hold interest all the way through. But that’s about the best that can be said for it. The screenwriters seem as if they’re trying to generate a relationship between Buke and Lane, but that never really comes off. They also make Hanks out to be a sort of an oblivious FBI agent, which doesn’t really work either. The film received decidedly mixed reviews, which makes sense. There’s nothing really unique about the story, and the acting is only average, but ultimately Untraceable is watchable, with just enough to keep it interesting. Just make sure you watch it on cable TV rather than paying for the privilege.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Mutiny on the Bounty (1935)

Director: Frank Lloyd                                       Writers: Talbot Jennings & Jules Furthman
Film Score: Herbert Stothart                            Cinematography: Arthur Edeson
Starring: Clark Gable, Charles Laughton, Franchot Tone and Donald Crisp

From the moment Herbert Stothart’s frenetic music comes up beneath the MGM logo and a male choir sings lustily behind the opening credits of Mutiny on the Bounty, there’s a sense that MGM is in a desperate chase to catch up with Warner Brothers’ Captain Blood, though that certainly wasn’t the case as both films were produced during the same time period of time and Warners’ film was released a month later. MGM needn’t have worried, however. Even though the Errol Flynn swashbuckler was far superior in nearly every respect, Louis B. Mayer’s picture, with its combination of historical pedigree and prestige actors, earned for the studio its third best picture Oscar in seven years. The film was based on the first two volumes of The Bounty Trilogy by Charles Nordhoff and James Hall, the most recent of which had been published just two years before. Jules Furthman and Carey Wilson wrote the original screenplay, but producer Irving Thalberg brought in Talbot Jennings to rewrite it more to his liking. Interestingly, while the film earned several other nominations, including best director, screenplay and score, it failed to win an award in any other category. The Informer from RKO was the big winner at the Oscars that year.

The film begins in 1787, as the H.M.S. Bounty lies in port preparing to sail to Tahiti. Clark Gable as Fletcher Christian is seen marching through the streets with sailors behind him. He’s leading a press gang to procure additional sailors from a local pub for the voyage, including the recently married Eddie Quillan. From there the scene shifts to the aristocracy, where Henry Stephenson explains to Spring Byington why her son, Franchot Tone, must do his duty and go to sea for two years. Onboard the ship the sailors and their women are celebrating but when Quillan attempts to escape, Gable cheers him up instead of bawling him out. Nevertheless, when Charles Laughton as Captain Bligh comes aboard he orders all of the women and peddlers off. Herbert Mundin, the cook and comedy relief, has a bad feeling about him. Tone’s enthusiasm is also tested when Laughton has a man flogged, even though he’s already dead. Experienced sailor Donald Crips has a few choice words to say about it, under his breath and Quillan eagerly joins him in his hatred of the captain. Vernon Downing, on the other hand, is the one officer who enjoys meting out Laughton’s punishments. Gable tries to give Laughton some advice about dealing with the men, but Laughton believes that only fear can control the “rascals and pirates” that he has for a crew. On the way to the Cape of Good Hope, the captain’s penchant for punishment becomes and anathema to the men.

The film actually skips one of the most arduous parts of the voyage, the unsuccessful attempt to round the tip of South America. The ship turns east, stopping on Cape Horn in Africa, food and then continues through the Indian Ocean to the Pacific, Laughton’s capricious discipline rankling the men, including the officers, and especially Gable. Just as things are about to come to a boil, the ship reaches Tahiti and things cool down for a while. Once the king of the island convinces the captain to let Gable come ashore and join Tone--who is writing a Tahitian dictionary--he falls in love with the king’s granddaughter. The breaking point comes on the way back, when the breadfruit plants they’ve come for are given all of the water and the men are left to suffer at the hands of Laughton’s increasing cruelty--behavior that is expressly intended to get Gable to snap. Unfortunately for Laughton, the rest of the crew is in accord with him and he is left with no one to defend him. He’s set adrift with some of his men, and the iconic image of the mutineers tossing the breadfruit from the stern is one that would be repeated in every film version of the story. Though there are several places in the film that diverge from the original history, the story remains a powerful one centuries later. And it’s probably that aspect of the film that earned it the Academy Award, because it’s difficult today to see how it could have lost to Captain Blood, which was also nominated for the same award.

This film was the only time in Academy history that three actors in a picture were nominated for best actor, Laughton, Gable, and Tone. Laughton’s Blye is a crazed megalomaniac who won’t listen to reason. Gable, on the other hand is . . . Clark Gable, but it works. Tone was almost a necessary alternate protagonist, because Gable’s character actually breaks the law, no matter how morally right it was, and he probably does the better job of the three. His youthful idealism, shattered by Laughton’s character is the focal point of the film. Much of the story is reduced to a few set pieces and the overall brevity of the piece precludes any genuine sense of wrestling with the morality of taking the ship. But it is in keeping with the mid-thirties style of filmmaking though, again, it pales in comparison to Captain Blood. MGM spent the astronomical amount of two million on the picture, but were rewarded with grosses exceeding four million. Ultimately, Mutiny on the Bounty is an interesting historical film, and has a terrific group of character actors as well as stars, but it’s not a swashbuckler in the traditional sense and that’s what keeps it from being a truly great film. And while it might outrage a lot of fans, the 1962 remake with Marlon Brando and Trevor Howard is probably the better film.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Déjà Vu (2006)

Director: Tony Scott                                       Writers: Bill Marsilii & Terry Rossio
Film Score: Harry Gregson-Williams             Cinematography: Paul Cameron
Starring: Russell Crowe, Paula Patton, Val Kilmer and Jim Caviezel

For all the talk about black actors being discriminated against in Hollywood--and there is still a looong way to go--you have to hand it to Denzel Washington. The guy has handled his career brilliantly. He’s not after Academy Awards, though he’s already earned two from his six nominations, and regularly appears in films that are of low quality, though they have tremendous box office appeal, and has been able to completely transcend racial distinctions in a business that is still fraught with controversy. Déjà Vu, directed by Tony Scott, is just one in a string of unique crime dramas that the star seems drawn to. This is a good one, a high-tech version of Otto Preminger’s Laura. The film was shot in New Orleans just one year after Hurricane Katrina, and the director had to delay the production in order to shoot there rather than on Long Island where the screenplay was originally set. Everyone involved, however, thought it a worthwhile endeavor to bring much needed cash into the area. Scott and Washington have a long history, going back to Crimson Tide and Man on Fire before this film, and The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3 after. And while the screenwriters were unhappy with the changes that Scott made to the script, the film is a masterpiece of time travel fiction combined with the romanticism of the 1944 original that delivers a satisfying story in both genres.

The film opens on busloads of navy sailors meeting wives, girlfriends, and family members for a trip across the Mississippi river to the French Quarter in New Orleans for the Fat Tuesday celebration. Also on the ferry are members of a grade school field trip and non-military families. From the Crescent City Bridge a man watches the ferry and then leaves. Shortly after a ferry worker discovers a pickup truck with no license plates and shortly after the entire ferry explodes, killing most of those onboard. Denzel Washington as an ATF agent comes to the scene, visibly disturbed by the body bags, finds evidence of the detonator washed up onshore and residue of the explosive itself underneath the bridge. Back at the office he spots the man on the bridge on the surveillance tapes, and calls back a woman who left a message with a fellow agent. Meanwhile, FBI agent Bruce Greenwood is put in charge of the investigation and Val Kilmer is his man on the ground. When the burned body of Paula Patton is discovered washed up across the river an hour before the explosion, he goes to her apartment and finds the words “U Can Save Her” spelled out on magnets on the fridge and blood on the floor. Listening back to her phone messages, he’s spooked to hear his own voice when he called her back earlier in the day.

Things become personal when Washington is told his partner, Matt Craven, was on the ferry. This is just the angle Greenwood and Kilmer need to pull Washington in to a special investigative unit. Little does he know, however, that his job will be to go back in time. The fascinating aspect of the story is that he doesn’t travel back as an individual. The device, run by the military, is able to go four and a half days back in time, anywhere on earth, but can only be viewed once. With three days to go before they can see the explosion again, Washington tells them to go to Patton’s house. It’s here that the film transforms into something like Laura, with Washington becoming obsessed with Patton, convinced that only in watching her life can they catch the killer. The film is science-fiction, but only in the strictest sense at first. Developer Adam Goldberg tells Washington it’s based on surveillance satellites and the data takes four days to assemble. But after watching Patton for a couple of days, Washington sends the beam of a laser pointer into the past where Patton sees it, and Goldberg is forced into telling Washington that they’ve accidentally discovered a wrinkle in time. They can’t send humans back, but Washington tells them to send a piece of paper back, to him, so that he can solve the crime before the ferry blows up.

One of the things that Denzel Washington has is an ability to effortlessly demonstrate his intense emotionally connection of his character in a way that has few peers. And he doesn’t try to hide it. The visible internal conflict within his character is incredibly realistic. But the screenplay is what makes the film. At one point Bill Marsilii and Terry Rossio give Washington a variation of his “tell me like I’m a five-year-old” speech from Philadelphia when he’s trying to get information from the scientists. But they also give Goldberg a couple of terrific pop culture references, one is when Washington yells at him and Goldberg references Airplane when he says, “Looks like I picked a bad week to stop snorting hash,” and another when they’re sending the note through and he references SNL by yelling, “I need more cowbell.” The second half is a rollercoaster ride that would do a disservice to the film to reveal. Suffice it to say, nothing is as it initially seems, and just when it seems it’s over it keeps on going. Jim Caviezel, no stranger to time travel films after starring in Frequency, switches things up by playing the villain here, but all of the principals are exceptional. The ending is absolutely incredible, in all of its meanings, and rewards all of the two hours and five minutes of running time. Déjà Vu is an incredibly entertaining combination of crime drama and time travel that earns my highest recommendation.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Million Dollar Arm (2014)

Director: Craig Gillespie                                Writer: Thomas McCarthy
Film Score: A.R. Rahman                             Cinematography: Gyula Pados
Starring: Jon Hamm, Lake Bell, Alan Arkin, Bill Paxton and Aasif Mandvi

It’s pretty obvious that Million Dollar Arm is a Disney film, but it is still an absolutely delightful tale. Part Slumdog Millionaire and part Jerry Maguire, it’s the true story of a down-on-his-luck sports agent who decides to put on a contest in India to look for hidden pitching talent that he can then market to Major League Baseball. Disney has a rich history with corny sports stories, though fictional fantasies like Angels in the Outfield are not nearly as successful as true stories like The Rookie. This is one of the later. The film is based on the story of J.B. Bernstein, a sports agent who worked his way up in the business on the advertising end, first in general advertising and then with Major League Soccer and the Upper Deck baseball card company. It wasn’t until he began doing marketing campaigns for a high profile sports agency that he eventually branched off into athlete representation on his own, as agent for the likes of Barry Sanders, Emmett Smith, and Barry Bonds. The idea for the film began with the video footage taken of his two Indian pitchers, which led to the commission of a screenplay telling their story. Eventually Disney acquired the rights, had their own screenplay written by Thomas McCarthy, and handed the project over to director Craig Gillespie who had previously filmed the remake of Fright Night for Dreamworks.

The story begins with a close up on sports agent Jon Hamm making a pitch to football sensation Rey Maualuga. But it’s not. He’s just practicing for partner Aasif Mandvi, who is almost overly enthusiastic. But the real pitch to Maualuga goes south when the player says he’s been talking with another agency who can give him a million in cash just to sign. Hamm, broke, has no way to match the offer. Intensely frustrated, Hamm can’t even pay the rent on his office space because all of his major clients have retired. He knows of a Chinese investor, Tzi Ma, looking for opportunities in sports with overseas talent, but not how to utilize it. Then, in a wonderful scene, Hamm is watching television alone and on adjacent channels are Britain’s Got Talent and the cricket match. This gives him the hook he’s been looking for with Ma, a contest in India to find a pitcher with enough talent to sign a major league baseball contract. Ma likes the idea, but wants Hamm to get a player signed in one year instead of the two he originally proposed. Of course Hamm, desperate, agrees, and the hunt is on. The first thing they need is a trainer willing to teach their prospects to throw. Bill Paxton, an eccentric coach with unorthodox teaching methods, is finally convinced to take on the project. They also need a major league scout to go along on the trip to India to accurately assess the prospects and help select the winners of the contest, aptly named, "The Million Dollar Arm." The only one willing to go, however, is the cantankerous Alan Arkin.

At the same time all of this is happening, Hamm is renting out the bungalow in the rear of his expensive house to Lake Bell, a beautiful med school student with whom he has little more than a landlord-tenant relationship with, and he asks her to look after the place while he’s gone. One of the most fascinating aspects of the film is the trip through India looking for pitchers. The biggest shock for Hamm once he’s over there, however, is the extremely slow throwing speeds the Indian’s have. But a couple of boys, Suraj Sharma and Madhur Mittal, show promise, and have what Arkin calls “juice.” The real story takes place when the boys are brought to the States, both in terms of culture shock and separation from home as well as their ups and downs preparing for a big league tryout. Bell is the one who helps them adjust to their new reality, and along the way she provides a lot of advice to Hamm about taking his responsibility for the boys seriously rather than seeing them as simply a means to raising money for his agency. Two threads weave themselves together in the end, Hamm’s realization about the human element of his project in the two boys that he has come to see as more than just clients, and his affection for Bell who helps him overcome his obsession with work and embrace life in a way that he never imagined for himself.

The casting for the film is certainly a large part of its success. Jon Hamm is perfect as the Type-A businessman precisely because he is so charming and doesn’t give off that kind of vibe. It makes his ultimate transformation that much more believable. Lake Bell is also exactly right as the woman who is attracted to Hamm, but absolutely refuses to be sucked into his lifestyle. She makes it clear that he will have to come to her by demonstrating a side of himself that he didn’t know existed. The two boys, Suraj Sharma and Madhur Mittal, are also the best possible choices as they exude a charm and naiveté that is essential for the story. The other Indian actor, Pitobash Tripathy, playing comedy relief as the unpaid assistant and translator for the boys, does an exceptional job as well. Alan Arkin is, of course, a comedic master, while Bill Paxton's surprisingly subtle performance is extremely effective. Though the film breaks no new ground, relying on tropes that have been honed by Disney into something one critic called their, “inspirational sports formula,” it still delivers a fresh take on the genre and wrings the expected sentiment in a way that doesn’t feel forced. Craig Gillespie’s work is solid and smart. His setups are deceptively simple and yet capture a mood that is just right for the piece. The entire Indian segment in the first half of the film is extremely well done, and sets the artistic tone for the rest of the picture. Million Dollar Arm is a feel-good film that delivers, and for fans of the genre it comes highly recommended.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Zodiac (2007)

Director: David Fincher                                Writer: James Vanderbilt
Film Score: David Shire                               Cinematography: Harris Savides
Starring: Jake Gyllenhaal, Mark Ruffalo, Robert Downey Jr. and Anthony Edwards

Zodiac is such a well-made film. It could really be the template for all historical, true-crime dramas. In many ways it has the same gravitas as Capote from two years earlier. But dealing with the early seventies, in terms of wardrobe and set design, this is much more impressive. It all makes sense, though, knowing that David Fincher is the director. Fincher has slowly accrued a body of work over the last twenty years that will no doubt earn him--if not a lifetime achievement Oscar--then the accolades that go along with such an honor. Hopefully it will be while he is still alive. The film is the story of the Zodiac killer who was responsible for a several murders in the late sixties and early seventies in and around the San Francisco area. The screenplay is based on the book by Robert Graysmith who was a cartoonist for the San Francisco Chronicle. During the time of the murders the newspaper received many letters from the killer, and coded messages that fascinated Graysmith. He befriended reporter Paul Avery, who covered the story, and became obsessed with the case, so much so that he allowed his life to fall apart because he couldn’t let go of trying to figure out who the real killer was. Jake Gyllenhaal portrays Graysmith and does an excellent job conveying the unique personality of the obsessive artist who can’t rest until he finds the killer.

The film begins on July 4th, 1969 in Vallejo, California with Ciara Hughes and Lee Norris being shot by an unknown man at a secluded parking spot. Hughes is killed, but Norris survives. The scene then jumps ahead a month to Jake Gyllenhaal getting his young son ready for school in the morning. At work, the first letter from the Zodiac killer arrives and the editorial department, John Getz and reporter Robert Downey Jr. among them, has to decide what to do about it as the killer demands that his letter be published. When a couple in Salinas figure out the substitution cypher, Gyllenhaal connects the contents of the message with the film The Most Dangerous Game. Six months later another couple is attacked and killed in Napa, and when a cabbie is shot in San Francisco, police detectives Mark Ruffalo and Anthony Edwards take over the investigation on all the connected cases claimed by the Zodiac killer. But the case soon becomes a nightmare when the two try to coordinate with the other jurisdictions in the area. Police sergeant Elias Koteas is happy to help, but others aren’t so eager. At the same time the obsessive Gyllenhaal and the laid back Downey form a sort of odd couple making their own parallel investigation--with no help from the SFPD. It’s not until a year and a half later that Ruffalo and Edwards find a suspect they like, John Carroll Lynch, and yet they still have a tough time convincing a judge to get a search warrant.

At this point a major time shift takes place, with a terrific CGI sequence in which the TransAmerica tower goes up in a time lapse of a bout thirty seconds. Lynch is eventually brought in, but the handwriting doesn’t match and they have to let him go. Another four years goes by and Edwards quits homicide, Downey is fired and moves to Sacramento, and Gyllenhaal is still obsessing over the case. What happens next is miraculous. Gyllenhaal goes to see Ruffalo, who is still frustrated by not being able to make any headway at all, and so he begins illegally feeing information to Gyllenhaal. But it works and that’s when things finally break open. There are so many things to like about this film. The muted tones and color manipulation of the images are spot on. While the obvious urge is to overdo the wardrobe, similar to something like Milk, by subduing the wild colors and exaggerated lines of the clothing of the day the emphasis here remains where it should be, on the actors and the story. Another brilliant aspect of the film is the use of popular music of the time by sound designer Ren Klyce. Where other films about the seventies seem to use the music of the decade indiscriminately--American Hustle comes to mind--there is a great sense of care at work here, selecting songs that not only are from that exact year but fit the mood of the scenes as well. And, of course, Fincher’s direction is tremendous. Despite the intensity of the drama unfolding, Fincher reins in the actor’s reaction to it, replicating the muted colors and sounds that accompany them.

All of the performances are first rate and, it must be said, Fincher knows how to get the best from even veteran actors. It was especially nice to see Anthony Edwards in a feature role at the end of his lengthy residence on the television show E.R. In addition to those mentioned above, character actor Philip Baker Hall plays a handwriting expert, Brian Cox plays defense lawyer Melvin Belli, and Chloë Sevigny does a convincing turn as Gyllenhaal’s new wife. And Fincher manages to elicit a delicious bit of suspense with Charles Fleischer. In fact, the first half of the film, while the killer is still active, is nowhere near as gripping as when Gyllenhall inches ever closer to the true identity of the killer in the second half. Fincher is a director who likes lots of takes, and some of the actors weren’t comfortable with that, but in the end the actor’s patience is rewarded when the performances on the screen match the care put into the rest of the production. Even before production Fincher, producer Brad Fischer and screenwriter James Vanderbilt actually conducted their own investigation into the case because Fincher was concerned that they were going to accuse someone of the crimes on film and wanted to be sure that the ending was credible. The film was ignored at Oscar time, probably because it wasn’t ready to release until after nominations had closed and couldn’t be considered until the end of the following year. Nevertheless, Zodiac is a captivating piece of cinema and yet another example of the excellence of David Fincher.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

The Hours Till Daylight (2015)

Director: Jon Garcia                                      Writer: Jon Garcia
Film Score: Skip Vonkuske                           Cinematography: Jon Garcia
Starring: Quinn Allan, Sarah Jannet Parish, Carlos Sepulveda and Vannessa Vasquez

After finishing post production on his intense, human drama The Falls, Portland director Jon Garcia took the star from his first film, Tandem Hearts, back to his home state of Texas to shoot a supernatural thriller. The result is The Hours Till Daylight, a film about a new kind of onscreen horror, a “familiar spirit”--probably a corruption of the phrase familial spirit--that haunts a particular family down through the generations. Quinn Allan, a veteran of independent Portland filmmaking, stars in the production, and along with a group of talented local actors Garcia has produced an effective horror film that manages to find new territory to mine in a seemingly depleted genre. Garcia’s screenplay is refreshing in that it eschews Hollywood tropes and clichés to focus on something unique, a spirit that is not unknown or mysterious, but one that is intimately familiar to the protagonist. Therefore the conflict in the film isn’t about what it is or where it’s coming from, but what to do about it. In this respect it reminds me of my favorite ghost story of all time, The Changeling, with George C. Scott. After the fear and shock of discovery wears off, Scott does everything in his power to assist the ghost in resolving the wrong that had been done to him. Likewise, after generations of fear and denial, Quinn Allen takes matters into his own hands to end his personal haunting once and for all, even at the cost of his own life.

The film begins with a beautifully composed shot of Quinn Allan and his pregnant wife, Sarah Jannet Parish, but the scene quickly cuts to Allan getting into his car and pounding the wheel in anguish. After driving off, Allan flashes back to his childhood, and his terror at knowing that evil spirits came out at night while he was powerless to stop them. Back in the present, his mother calls and chides him for leaving Parish at home alone, and tells him not to go back to his childhood house. But Allan has lived too much of his life in fear and is resolved to do something to end it. Other flashbacks show the young boy playing with his sister, Jonathan Carter Thomas and Auburn Taylor Thomas, who are excellent as the children. While his mother, Vannessa Vasquez, did what she could to allay the young boy’s fears, his father, Carlos Sepulveda, chose denial as his way of coping with the family secret. A particularly chilling moment comes when Sepulveda tells his son that there’s nothing to be afraid of, then adds that if he ignores it, it will ignore him. Ultimately, however, his denial doesn’t work. Arguments between Vasquez and Sepulveda appear to be about other things, but the children know the tension is really caused by the spirit in their lives. The children suffer real, physical abuse at the hands of the spirit, abuse that ends in tragedy.

In the current timeline there is a secondary flashback to just prior to the car trip. Sarah Jannet Parish suffers from Quinn Allan’s inability to sleep during the night. He keeps the lights on and Parish begins to lose patience with him. But when he finally relents and leaves her alone in the bedroom to sleep, the spirit attacks her. It’s a heart-pounding sequence and explains his desperate determination to do something about it. The audience eventually learns that Allan is on his way to seek help from Dan Braverman, a drug lord who also happens to be an old curandero, holed up in his nondescript, apartment-like bedroom. But as powerful as he is, there’s a feeling that the world has passed Braverman by, and that in helping Allan he is also reclaiming a part of his own forgotten past. The most impressive aspect of the film is the acting involved by all the principals. Quinn Allan has always been a solid actor but here he seems to be coming into his own, less interested in the camera than in fully inhabiting his character. Garcia’s lines are well written, to be sure, but it still takes an actor to transform them into something convincing. Allan has achieved that here, and his work in the climactic battle is his best on film so far. Vannessa Vasquez and Carlos Sepulveda also feel like inspired casting as the parents. The camera loves Vasquez’s face in the subjective pov shots, daring the audience not to want her as their own mother, while former Major League baseball player Carlos Sepulveda is the perfect model of the stern, macho male, whose love for his family is almost completely subsumed in his concern for their safety.

The supporting cast is equally well chosen. Jonathan and Auburn Thomas as the children are about as good as it gets. They don’t play cute with the camera but instead add yet another layer of believability to the story. And while Sarah Jannet Parish doesn’t get a lot of screen time, she works incredibly well with Allan in their one scene together. One of the benefits of independent filmmaking is that a director can allow his screenplay to unfold at his own pace. Garcia spends a lot of time in flashback, perhaps too much. At one point there is a lengthy section that might have been better served by cutting back to Allan in the car once or twice. But looked at another way, the multi-generational story can be seen not as a flashback at all, but a separate episode that is less about providing backstory than it is its own special horror involving the children. The flashback sequences also make use of the subjective point of view, and this can be problematic as well because of how artificial it feels for the viewer. There’s some obvious irony in that because the intent is that it’s supposed to put the viewer in the character’s place, but film grammar doesn’t work that way and never really has. Fortunately, Garcia mixes those subjective point of view shots with plenty of objective shots of the children, and is able to avoid having it become a distraction.

One of Garcia’s leaps forward from his previous films is in the use of music on the soundtrack. Instead of soundtracks heavily laden with pop tunes and pre-recorded music, there’s a much greater sense of a thoroughly composed soundtrack, highlighted by the brilliant work of cellist Skip VonKuske in bringing an entirely new musical pallet to the film. And it’s also clear the director understands the use of sound effects necessary to heighten tension in horror films. Assisting Garcia on the sound design is Hollywood veteran John Neff who has had a lengthy association with David Lynch and has done a masterful job of weaving all the sound elements together. But what really stands out in the film is the use of special effects. Rather than beating the viewer over the head with them, the effects in the beginning are subtle and allowed to increase in intensity as the film progresses. The visual effects in the climax seem particularly fresh, frightening without going overboard, and enhancing the strong verisimilitude of the entire production. The Hours Till Daylight is another powerful example of John Garcia’s seemingly unlimited creative energy, as well as a haunting supernatural thriller that is as satisfying as it is scary.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Music and Lyrics (2007)

Director: Marc Lawrence                                  Writer: Marc Lawrence
Film Score: Adam Schlesinger                         Cinematography: Xavier Grobet
Starring: Hugh Grant, Drew Barrymore, Brad Garrett and Kristen Johnston

I don’t like Drew Barrymore and never really have, probably because of her continued association with Adam Sandler. Still, even actors I don’t like to watch usually make one film that I really like. For Barrymore, this is it. Music and Lyrics also features a long-in-the-tooth Hugh Grant, already forty-seven at the time the film was released trying to work out a relationship with the thirty-two year old Barrymore. His days as a lead in a romantic comedy should have been over, but director Marc Lawrence makes it work for him, just barely. All of the leads are good, and aided by a nice comedic bit part from Aasif Mandvi. What isn’t just good, however, but great, is the soundtrack. Not only are the eighties throwbacks spot on, but the modern songs ring true as well. The centerpiece of the film is the song “Way Back Into Love” which Grant and Barrymore write, and composer Adam Schlesinger does a terrific job with a simplistic melody and lyrics to create something that genuinely pulls in listeners of all ages. In fact, all of the composers should be commended, as the soundtrack album itself went to number sixty-three on the album charts. There are only two films which boast songwriting for a specific period that are as good, the first is The Idolmaker, which emulates the pre-Beatles early sixties to perfection. The other is Tom Hanks’ early-Beatles, mid-sixties era That Thing You Do. The soundtrack to this film deserves to stand among those as one of the great homages to a musical era ever put on film.

The film begins with an absolutely stunning recreation of an eighties video, complete with synthesized music and lame story line, just the way they did it in the mid-eighties. Hugh Grant plays the has-been keyboard player from the group Pop. His partner in the group has gone on to major success while Grant has been left behind. His manager, Brad Garrett, does his best to get him work but it’s slim pickings for forgotten eighties bands. It turns out, however, that one of the current teen singing idols, Haley Bennett, wants to meet with him and Garrett has a good feeling about it. Meanwhile, Drew Barrymore shows up as a ditz who is replacing Grant’s usually plant-waterer, but after she accidentally pricks her finger on a cactus she winds up leaving in a rush. That evening, when Bennett meets with Grant she wants to commission a song from him. At first he’s enthused to rework one of his old chestnuts, but she wants something new, something fresh, and that puts Grant into a panic. He wrote the music for Pop, but has no idea how to write lyrics. Garrett puts him in touch with lyricist Jason Antoon who has the grimmest outlook imaginable, and while Grant is trying to steer him toward something more suitable for the title Bennett has given him, “Way Back Into Love,” Barrymore throws something out unconsciously while she’s watering the plants that Grant loves. With the pressure on, he ditches Antoon and decides to get Barrymore to write his lyrics. And that’s where the romcom nightmare begins.

It turns out that Barrymore is a writer, but only when she’s in the mood. And that, it seems, is not an easy task. She’s been traumatized by a past relationship with a college English professor who has written a Lolita-esque book about his relationship with her. She also has a sister, Kristen Johnston, who runs a diet program business and has a massive crush on Grant. They only have a week to write the song and, to top things off, they wind up in bed together, which complicates the already complicated even further. While there are certain aspects of the film that are difficult to swallow--the whole Lolita relationship is the worst, and almost painful to watch--one fact is undeniable, and that is that Marc Lawrence’s screenplay saves the day. He had worked with Grant previously on Two Weeks Notice, as well as later on the middle-age romcom The Rewrite, and has a real handle on the dry and self-deprecating humor of the actor, so much so that the writing is almost solely worth watching the film for. The technical side of the film is also impressive. In addition to the wonderful soundtrack, the set design is tremendous. Not only the New York apartment scenes, but the concert and the L.A. studio sets are perfect. Lawrence and his cinematographer Xavier Grobet come up with interesting shot selection and lighting throughout. But at the end of the day it the inspirational nature of the story line that is undeniable. Music and Lyrics is one of those improbable films that shouldn’t really work, but succeeds beyond the audience’s wildest expectations. It’s that good.

Friday, March 4, 2016

El Dorado (1966)

Director: Howard Hawks                                  Writer: Leigh Brackett
Film Score: Nelson Riddle                               Cinematography: Harold Rosson
Starring: John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, Charlene Hold and Ed Asner

Though El Dorado has an impressive pedigree, directed by Howard Hawks and starring John Wayne, the story seems pretty shopworn, even back in 1966. Ed Asner comes to a small town after the Civil War and buys up all the property available. He builds a ranch and after a few years runs low on water. The problem is the guy who owns the land that controls the water, R.G. Reynolds, was there first and Asner wants it any way he can get it. The film begins with Asner hiring John Wayne as a gun hand, but when Wayne rides into town the sheriff, his old partner, Robert Mitchum, tells him what’s really going on and so Wayne tells Asner he’s not going to work for him. It sets up a typical battle between the amoral rancher and the law-abiding landowners. Of course things are never that simple. One wrinkle is that Wayne and Mitchum are in love with the same woman, Charlene Hold, and there is some obvious history between the two of them that will only gradually be revealed as the film goes on, and will probably threaten to break their united front against Asner. Unfortunately Wayne gets on the wrong side of Reynolds when he accidentally kills one of his boys, Johnny Crawford. His daughter, Michele Cary, tries to kill Wayne but only manages to lodge a bullet near his spine that the local doc, Paul Fix, won’t go near. And that’s just the first act.

Wayne decides to leave town, and the story picks up seven months later, with Wayne riding into another town and meeting James Caan as a knife thrower who kills one of the men from Christopher George’s gang. It turns out George has accepted the job from Asner in El Dorado that Wayne turned down. When he tells Wayne that Mitchum has hit the bottle to get over a woman, Wayne sets out to help him as well as repay his debt to Reynolds, with Caan tagging along. During the fifties, TV westerns attempted to emulate those on the big screen. But with the advent of color and several western television series, sixties features seem to look more like their small screen counterparts. The primary reason for this is that the majority of the film was shot on the studio lot. It’s not a major flaw, but it’s certainly noticeable. The other thing that is noticeable is the overwhelming sense of déjà vu that accompanies the film. Throughout the picture, but especially during the scenes in the town jail with Robert Mitchum, the story seems highly reminiscent of Rio Bravo, which Hawks had directed seven years earlier. The reason for this begins with the fact that when Leigh Brackett was given the original novel by Harry Brown, entitled The Stars in their Course, she felt it was the best screenplay she had ever written. Then she gave it to Hawks and he rejected it, forcing her to write what she called The Son of Rio Bravo Rides Again. Hawks apparently had no problem with rehashing scenes and even entire plots that had worked well before, especially if he thought he could do it better.

For much of Hawks’ career he worked as an independent filmmaker, so in addition to complete control of the screenplay he also didn’t have anyone to answer to as long as he stayed under budget and the film runs a little long at just over two hours. It could have benefitted by being tightened up in the editing room. Other than that, however, El Dorado is definitely an improvement over the earlier film, especially in terms of the supporting actors for Wayne. Robert Mitchum and James Caan are monumentally better than Dean Martin and Ricky Nelson. If anything suffers in terms of acting, it’s Wayne himself. John Wayne wasn’t at his top form for this picture, and it shows. He flubs lines, or forgets them halfway through. His gruffness is even more extreme than usual, and as a result his morality comes off as belligerent rather than honorable. Arthur Hunnicutt is along as the comedy relief, and it’s a relief that he doesn’t play it over the top as this kind of part is played in so many westerns. The film score by Nelson Riddle is good for the most part, that is until he allows a sixties ethos to sneak into the film during the ambush at the church. While it may lack some of the vitality of Rio Bravo and the story seems to lag at times, El Dorado is a solid sixties western and one of Howard Hawks’ more enjoyable westerns.