 A 35 year old McQueen playing an 18 year old who's supposed to be half-Native American. Looks the part, right? Director: Henry Hathaway
Writer: John Michael Hayes; based on The Carpetbaggers, 1961 by Harold Robbins Cinematographer: Lucien Ballard Producer: Henry Hathaway and Joseph E. Levine by Jon Cvack Nevada Smith is the third Netflix Western I’ve watched, following both El Dorado (1966) and The Sons of Katie Elder (1965), serving as a fitting example of how a bad transfer can affect the experience. While there was some really great stuff photography, particularly with some of locations, it took on that typical muddy, antiquated look like most western films contain. Unlike the more cerebral stories offered in the above, this is very much an action film, with just a little bit of heart to make it forgivable. I haven’t seen the original Django (1966), and coincidentally Nevada Smith was made in the same year, but both films have clearly affected Tarantino’s story. The story starts off in some far Western town, likely Nevada, though looks closer to the California Sierras, where a trio of bandits approaches Max Sand (Steve McQueen) who’s a “half-breed” (that is, half American/half-Native) which is so entirely ridiculous and offensive that I had trouble keeping the movie on. There are countless moments in history where white actors played people of color - Charlton Heston in Touch of Evil and Mickey Rooney Breakfast at Tiffany’s - and while those were wildly offensive, there was at least an intention, however offensive, to look like the race these white men were depicting. In Nevada Smith Steve McQueen has no makeup, there is no costume, there are no ethnic characteristics. It was just a white person expressing the title of another ethnicity, as though no one would notice or mind. Added, Max’s character is a “boy”. And while it could have been at times that friendly and sarcastic condescension (at times bigotry) that make for some Western tough talk, I honestly think McQueen was meant to be under 18 years old. He was 35 at the time of filming and looks old; having wrinkles and a receding hairline. Any way - some brigand kills Max’s Native American mother and his white father; not just shooting them dead, but then skinning their scalps. Nevada swears to avenge them, heading off on a mission to hunt down and kill the trio, except he can’t read, write, or shoot a gun. He finds the help of one of the great Before-the-Journey mentor characters, Corn Sr. (Brian Keith), who trains Max how to be a sharpshooting gunslinger - capable of hitting a rock thrown into the sky while riding a horse - all in the matter of a few days. He also warns him to beware of getting wrapped up in banditry. So he heads off and the first death is Jesse, played by a young Walter Landau, whose strong features are absolutely terrifying. The big struggle ends in the middle of a fenced in cow herd, taking on a very Tarantino-like style. I want to pause here for a moment in that I think that we’ve entered a time where every badass action scene is now compared to Tarantino (or the Coen Bros). He’s one of the greatest filmmakers of all time who was able to look to movies like this and improve and modernize the scenes. The same type of Tarantino scenes existed in both El Dorado and The Sons of Katie Elder, and I think if enough people saw these incredible transfers their scenes would be shared just as much as any others; precluding the need to constantly compare cool and badass scenes to Tarantino (or the Coen Bros). The film starts strong, and then around the forty minute point it got kind of boring for about twenty minutes, just falling into old Western tropes, culminating in a ridiculous scene where seemingly out of nowhere Max decides to go and rob a bank, getting caught, with the whole episode lasting for maybe a minute, making me wonder if it was only included to get to the best part of the movie which is Max being sent to hard labor at a swamp jail; providing the film's greatest set piece. We get to see a bunch of old boats and cool machines that they use to chop down the swampland. This is where I was longing for a better looking, remastered picture because this mixture of machines, the swamp, and prisoners was incredible. It’s a hard run place with no walls, but as the Warden says, “The swamp are our walls,” then punching Max in the head. But it’s a really cool plot device. They don’t need walls due to the swamp’s abundance of quicksand, malaria, mosquitoes, and poisonous snakes no one could survive if they tried to escape. Although the place is run like a slave labor camp (which I guess it is), the Warden has an arrangement with a nearby brothel, where the women are - I believe - sex slaves in service to the prisoners in order to further prevent their involvement. Max meets one woman Pilar (Suzanne Pleshette) and they fall in love or maybe Max pretends he does in order to use her knowledge of the swamp to get him out of there and to kill the last of his parent’s murderers. They use a boat, which is so noticeable and in the middle of the entire camp that, like the bank scene, it had to have been developed as a device to get Max out of the prison. Nevertheless, Pilar gets bitten by a snake. They meet another man who turns out to be one of the guys who killed Max’s parents. Max survives the swamp, heads back to town, and waits to join up with the gang of the last man he has to kill, Tom Fitch (Karl Madden). This part was kind of just a longer version of the same plot-serving problem, albeit not as ridiculous, but it felt like it simply provided the groundwork for the climatic Big Western Shoot Out. I actually think it would have been far cooler if Max discovered him at home with his wife and daughter or something; kind of like what happens in Sicario (2015). All morals about gross killings in action films and why people like them aside, revenge films are fun movies. And because this film was celebrating a more despicable form of justice - again, they skinned his parents alive and shot the father’s head off at point blank - I understood the sense of duty to kill all of them. That’s not some Western gunslinging murder; those are disturbing and psychotic slaughtering. And Max then let's the last guy go; who very well might recover and go off and do it again. He should have at least loaded him on a horse and brought him to prison to prevent Fitch from ever doing anything like that again. Instead he let him go. I don't even understand what Max learned to generate such sympathy. Aside from the bummer ending and some uninspired devices, there’s a decent amount of cool stuff to check out. BELOW: Great western death scene Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on the contact page
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 Worth seeing for this trio alone Director: Howard Hawks Writer: Leigh Brackett; The Stars in Their Courses by Harry Brown Cinematographer: Harold Rosson Producer: Howard Hawks by Jon Cvack From the opening frame, I was absolutely blown away by the transfer. This is one of the best looking classic era HD films from the period that I’ve seen, utilizing 1080 to make it look as though it was just shot today and taking on the western aesthetic. It was particularly during the night scenes that emphasized the beauty, as the men wandered along the city streets, with the glow from inside the stores striking across the characters, with other pools of cool blue light coming either from the moon or a different source. When done well, the best part of westerns is their ability to transport you back in time, where you don’t just think you’re watching a moment from the past, but actually feel it. Watching this film (followed by The Sons of Katie Elder, which while not as close, was an incredible transfer as well), I felt as though I was rediscovering the genre, in which all too often, the poor look would diminish the experience. If I watched this on DVD, I’m sure it’d play like just another western. In HD, it was like seeing the world come alive; an experience I’ve rarely had with BluRay. The story involves Cole Thornton (John Wayne) as a professional gunslinger, hired by a ranch owner Bart Jason (Ed Asner) to help him in a range war in El Dorado. He heads over, discovering his old friend and tosspot sheriff J.P. Harrah (Robert Mitchum), who warns Cole that the range war will likely force the two old friends to fight against each other. Cole then quits. Bart Jason hears the news, fearing that Cole flipped sides. He puts his son on guard who tries to shoot Cole dead, missing. Not knowing who the shooter is, Cole returns fire and strikes the son. Cole brings the boy back, explains what happened, but the well has been poisoned. In vengeance, Bart Jason's daughter ambushes Cole, landing a bullet right near Cole’s spine. He lives and let’s the girl go, but the bullet can’t be removed without a better surgeon, which begins to affect his motor skills. Months later, Cole returns to town, meeting the young knife-slinging hothead Mississippi (James Caan). The duo pair up to help out Thornton, who after a love affair gone wrong, has turned even more to the bottle. Fearing that Thornton will be killed by the Jason and his family, the trio return to town to help him out. First off, it's important to take a moment to appreciate that Robert Mitchum, James Caan, and John Wayne were all in a movie together. Reading the plot on Wikipedia, I’m actually a bit surprised at how complex it is, as the story plays with such grace and ease - often going off on tangents that are enjoyable and fun, before heading back to the action - that you never get the impression of a complex web.* We get to explore the characters of this powerhouse cast, rather than rushing to the next shoot-em-up scene (of which there are many). For instance, when returning to the town, Thornton has become so inebriated, that Mississippi concocts a disgusting black sledge of sauces, herbs, and pills that Thornton's unable to drink without requiring the bathroom.** The whole scene is equally hilarious and sad, especially when Thornton basically just waits until the potion subsides before looking for his bottle once again. He heads over to the local saloon, his clothes torn, his five-o’clock shadow heading to midnight, and sweat pouring out of his every pore as he struggles to control his shakes. Entering the bar, he has no respect, chastised by the men, who send him home, pathetic and disgraced. Later, Wayne and Mississippi will return with him to the bar, and provide the movie’s greatest scene, up there with any Tarantino oeuvre. It’s here that the transfer really lent its power, demonstrating the ability of film from fifty years ago to compete with anything today, if not exceed. There’s a mixture of antiquity and superiority, in which that classic western anamorphic and technicolor frame is utilized to the fullest, blocking characters to make each shot looking like a painting. It’s the finest example of how lackluster transfers diminish the power of a scene. For reason beyond my understanding, if something looks old, it’s hard to appreciate it as equal to what’s modern. This shows you what happens when the two are matched. I often enter into and out of infatuations with genre - the most recent one being mumblecore. I’ve never loved westerns, and I think it’s because I never really was able to see them the way they’re supposed to be seen. I watched The Sons of Katie Elder after this, providing another great transfer that provided just as much depth and detail in each frame, and now I want to find as many remasterings as possible. Recently, I watched How the West Was Won which is one of the most beautiful films I've ever seen. If I was a betting man, I'd count on a revival. * In fact, Mitchum later said about the film, "When [the director] Howard called me, I said, 'What's the story?' and he said, 'No story, just characters' and that's the way it was. Did one scene, put it away, did another, put it away." **The ingredients include (among others) Cayenne pepper, ipecac (an emetic), mustard, croton oil (which induces diarrhea), asafoetida (often misspelled acifedida) and gunpowder. BELOW: James Caan and John Wayne in a really badass scene Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on the contact page  Arguably the first art house American western Director: Sam Peckinpah Writer: N. B. Stone Jr., William Roberts (uncredited), Sam Peckinpah (uncredited) Producer: Richard E. Lyons Cinematographer: Lucien Ballard by Jon Cvack The last Peckinpah film I saw before this was Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia - a pre-Tarantino revenge story, created during the peak of Peckinpah’s alcoholism. I had grown use to his raw style, considering Straw Dogs the top of his game, and finding the man’s history fascinating; reflecting a time of Hollywood that has long since left us. There is currently no raging alcoholic constantly fighting with Hollywood to make the stories he wants, and winning all so often. His stories embody that conflict. His films chart a path toward growing self-destruction. And that’s what makes Ride the High Country all the more incredible. This synopsis sounds about as generic as it gets, with two men agreeing to escort a shipment of gold from the Sierra’s to a faraway town. What we don’t know is that these two characters are old men, nearing the end of their lives and providing a deep and beautiful meditation on that fact, directed by a man who was only 37 years old at the time. Steve Judd (Joel McCrea) shows up to a town in a ragged outfit, having not worked in years. He recruits the help of his old friend and partner Gil Westrum (Randolph Scott), who’s been making his living from selling himself as the sharpshooting Oregon Kid, bringing his sidekick Heck Longtree (Ron Starr) along for the mission. They first end up at a lone and rural house, meeting Joshua Knudsen (R.G. Armstrong) and his daughter Elsa (Mariette Hartley). Heck’s hormones go racing, and Elsa’s soon follow. Joshua’s wife has died and he keeps Elsa under a strict Christian and conservative command. When the group sits down at dinner, we discover this movie is exploring far deeper things than its generic plot was leading on. For instance, here’s the dialogue that takes place: Joshua Knudsen: Heavenly Father, we thank thee for the food on this table. Teach thy children to be grateful for thy goodness; to walk in thy path, that they may not suffer thy wrath and thy vengeance. Bless us, O Lord, and these, our guests; and forgive them the mercenary desires which brought them here. [Pause] Amen. Gil Westrum: I thank you for entering a plea in our behalf, Mr. Knudsen; but what's this about mercenary desires? Joshua Knudsen: You're on your way to Coarsegold, ain't you? Gil Westrum: Yes. Joshua Knudsen: Well, them that travel there do so for one reason only: to traffic in gold... which to possess is to live in fear; to desire, to live in sorrow. Steve Judd: But we're not trafficking, sir; merely transporting. Joshua Knudsen: It says in the Book: gold is a stumbling block to them that sacrifice to it, and every fool shall be taken therewith. Steve Judd: A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, loving favor rather than silver or gold – Proverbs, Chapter 22. Joshua Knudsen: Into the land of trouble and anguish come the old lions, and they shall carry their riches on the shoulders of young asses, to a people that shall not profit them – Isaiah, chapter 30, verse 6. The words are more important to see than to hear. Especially because I’ve spent a bit of time trying to understand what that last line meant, with “old lions” catching my eye, leading me to a Google search, producing this interesting page that features scholarly commentaries on Biblical passages - specifically the last line under the Benson Commentary, “....It is safer and better for them to stay quietly at home, seeking to God for help, than to go or send to Egypt for it”; that is, it’s better for Gil and Steve to stay home and enjoy the rest of life, than to be tempted by unattainable dreams; serving as a harbinger of things to come. I’m sure some might be rolling their eyes, but keep in mind that a popular Western that MGM financed and figured was too cheap to be good went to win at the Belgium Film Festival and won the Paris Film Critics Association for Best Film. It was even nominatedfor AFI’s Top 10 Westerns. There was no overblown violence, slow motion wagon chases, or flashy cutting. It contains no more than it needs, allowing us to see the more cerebral side of Peckinpah. His alcoholism at this point was fully developed, and in an eerie way it makes you wonder if, between the alcohol and the women, it’s where he saw himself headed; that he too would be an old lion, still tempted by gold, eventually leading to his early demise. I keep wondering if I should enter into each subsequent scene and continue with what I think, except I think this is the type of film where to get into specifics diminishes what the film provides. It’s the rare type that functions like music; where, similar to this movie, we can’t explain why a particular song makes us feel a certain way, only that it does. What people take away from this film may not match from one person to the next, but it will leave anyone feeling something. BELOW: Lenny digs it Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on the contact page  The Man in White - is he a ghost? I can't remember Director: Hiroshi Teshigahara Writer: Kōbō Abe Cinematographer: Hiroshi Segawa Producer: Tadashi Ono by Jon Cvack I got my first taste of director Hiroshi Teshigahara about a decade ago with Woman in the Dunes. Knee deep in my philosophy program, I was blown away by the 2+ hour existential drama involving a man and entomologist who fails to collect a particular type of beetle he was searching for, leaving him stranded in the middle of a desert, heading into a deep sand pit for shelter where he meets a strange woman who traps him inside. It’s unnerving and eerie mood has always stuck with me. Watching the Criterion’s video essay by James Quandt, he introduces Pitfall as a extensive cross genre piece - serving as Ghost Story, Murder Mystery, Investigative Procedural, and Social Realism, swinging from genre to genre with increasingly rapid pace. The story begins with the Coal Miner, Otsuka (Hisashi Igawa), who’s working his way across the countryside with a young boy and one of his colleagues. Their hunt is reminiscent of the Grapes of Wrath, as they bounce from job to job, finding whatever work they can. Throughout the film, we get the sense of exploited workers who function as no more than replaceable cogs. Union busters are scattered throughout the land, using whatever means necessary to prevent labor from organizing. Otsuka and his crew are hunted by a “Man in White” (Kunie Tanaka) who murders Otsuka, possibly mistaking him for one of the Union Leaders of an opposing mining company. Otsuka then resurrects as a ghost, doomed to wander the land, meeting other ghosts in the process. Meanwhile, local authorities discover the body, and so begins a manhunt for the murderer responsible. The Man in White then kills the only witness to Otsuka’s murder, and when a pair of Union Leaders discover the dead body, they end up blaming and then killing one another as they argue who about should take responsibility. The Man in White then cruises off in a motorcycle, with the Young Boy crying, stealing a few bits of candy from the Witness, before breaking down in tears. Suffice it to say, I would need to watch this movie a few more times to fully understand everything that happened. Per the usual viewing habits, I stopped the movie halfway through, continuing the next morning and I’d swear I put on a different film with how rapidly the tone and genre shifted. Given Teshigahara’s New Left politics the film is clearly about the superfluity of workers within a capitalistic system. It seems as though the Man in White serves as a type of Union Buster, hunting those across the countryside who hope to organize and fight for their rights. Quandt mentions how the film was created during the boom period of Japanese Industry, as they were on track to far exceed their post-WWII expectations, bringing Western practices to the country in the hopes of lifting everyone up, swinging too far toward the unregulated market, and like early 20th century American labor, allowed workers to operate in extremely dangerous conditions, with the government failing to do anything about it. I’m not sure if any of this is accurate, and the moment I start discussing labor relations within a capitalistic system all my words feel far too heavy handed, facile, and insufficient. The film crosses so many genres, many of which are Western in nature - such as the murder mystery/film noir and investigative procedural - that I was wondering if maybe their inclusion and complete shift in tone was a commentary on Western Ideals as well; where even though the story started with two men and a boy wandering the countryside in search of work, poor and hungry, we then shift to a more exciting and less cynical tone; possibly highlighting how superfluous these workers and their plights are regarded by those rising to the top in the new Japanese economy. While the narrative gets lost in abstraction at points, for anyone interested in cerebral or existential cinema, it’s worth checking out. BELOW: Highly recommend checking out James Quandts' video essay before seeing the film Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on our contact page  A Falcon and His Dog Director: James B. Clark Writer: Ted Sherdeman, Jane Klove, and Joanna Crawford; My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George Cinematographer: Denys N. Coop Producer: Robert B. Radnitz by Jon Cvack This is the type of kids movie I would’ve grown up seeing if I was alive about fifteen years earlier, leaving you wondering if Christopher McCandless (of Into the Wild fame) might have seen this movie, as it was released just a year before he was born and has an eerily similar plot, minus the tragic ending, though it’s creepy how close the two endings are. Basically, a twelve year old boy Sam Gribley (Teddy Eccles) runs away and off into the wilderness in order to try and learn how to grow algae and survive off the land. This is the kinds of kids film that they don’t make today, in which the child is very much treated like an adult, with exceptional intelligence and judge of character. Nowadays you could see a gratuitous fight between the son and parents, likely due to some juvenile problem the kid caused or brought up, leaving him to run away into the woods. Instead, it’s as though you could easily insert a young adult into the position. He’s fed up with society, he read some Thoreau, grew inspired, and decided to run off into the woods. With so little information provided I just assumed he told his parents where he was going, only to later discover they thought he ran away or was kidnapped. This isn’t a spoiler so much as a tip. The story will play better knowing this fact. Sam heads out into the woods with his pet Raccoon, who I didn’t know could be domesticated or trained, leaving me anxious over how many times he was bitten or scratched, as when I was in high school, one got trapped in one of our basement window wells, and when I tapped on the glass it went absolutely berserk, scaring me as though I was in a scary movie when a seemingly dead monster rises up after being touched to confirm it's dead. So Sam has this awesome raccoon pet, who follows him around at times, and other times is off fishing or doing its own thing. They end up at this idyllic pond, just what you’d picture from Walden, then finding a fallen tree whose bole is hollowed out and becomes his cabin. It’s at this point that I think anybody would have wished to see this movie when they were kids, knowing that just as Stand By Me inspired me to go explore train tracks or It inspired me to explore our sewers this would have made me want to go off and start my own campsite. Stealing the Falcon is a point of contention, with my friend saying the action was cruel, as Sam kidnaps the baby while the mom is screaming. The best I could defend it was, just as I discussed about Urban Cowboy and Can’t Buy Me Love, this plot device was a victim of the times. Currently I’m watching The Greatest Show on Earth, as the elephants are herded into tight train cars, shipping off to the next circus where humans will hang all over them. It’s not so much that this would never be shown today so much as how the animals are treated and displayed with such ill-regard that could never be shown; not in an age where we’re now discussing the ethics of zoos, Seaworld is under constant fire, and chimpanzees have been granted human rights. Animals were seen as inferior, and so being set in 1969 and with the book having been written in 1959, given how much respect is shown toward the animal, both by Sam and the filmmakers, this kidnapping of an animal seems more shocking now, simply because animal rights awareness has had such a positive impact. Keep in mind that this isn’t about kidnapping and killing an Falcon, but rather to train and care for the Falcon, using it for both companionship and to hunt. That’s what makes the Falcon’s death such a great scene, as the hunter allows Sam to understand that his use for the bird was not all that different from a gun, and that ultimately by enslaving it, treated however well, the bird in some ways died because of him. I particularly love that Sam’s algae experience never really works out. For all he tried to make provisional food, always failing, even with pancakes, he learned so much else. It’s shortly after the Falcon dies and when he knew his algae experiment was a failure, that his tree fort gets buried in snow. As the fire was still burning, oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Again it was an exceptionally dark scene for a child’s film, as Sam attempts to garner every last bit of energy he’s got, able only to scrape the snow out from the entrance with a few attempts before returning to his bed, that - although knowing the trope - I still grew nervous he would die. Of course he’s rescued by the one friend he made, proving another moral lesson in the responsibility of friendship, as if you think about, had he not befriend Brando (Theodore Bikel), he could very have likely died. Worse is when he finally gets out and Brando shows him the newspaper clippings of his parents searching for him, eventually giving up, thinking he was gone. I appreciate this honesty, maturity, and darkness that seems so rare now. I think of shows and movies like Are You Afraid of the Dark?, It, Stand by Me, Hocus Pocus, The Goonies, and then I watch Stranger Things, Super 8, or It and I always feel like it’s not showing that darker side of childhood. It’s as though they’re all playing it safe as possible, not wanting to offend any parents or children by coloring up the characters, showing their more mature motivations, ways of speaking, or failures. My Side of the Mountain is the type of film I’d be happy to show my son or daughter whenever I have one. And while I’m sure they’d be bored by the old-fashioned looked, I think they’d enjoy and find inspiration in the character. Even I thought about running off into the woods, having had the same feeling after Walden, trying to survive away from the world and on my own. It’s not a film of great acting or technical prowess. It’s a moral tale, and it works pretty well, BELOW: Slim pickings on the YouTube front so here's an abridged cartoon version Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on our contact page  Antoine the creeper Director: François Truffaut Writer: François Truffaut and Marcel Berbert Cinematography: Denys Clerval by Jon Cvack I couldn’t recall a Truffaut film I didn’t like until I saw this one. I had really enjoyed Bed and Board, then discovering that it was part of Truffaut’s Antoine Doinel series, which expands across five films, starting with The 400 Blows, moving onto the thirty minute and change short Antoine and Collette (which I haven’t seen), to Stolen Kisses, Bed and Board, and ending with Love on the Run twenty years later. They all involve the actor Antoine Doinel (the main boy from The 400 Blows - played by the same actor, Jean-Pierre Léaud, which I had my doubts about being true, as I recalled they didn’t look at all similar, leaving me to think that maybe it’s time to revisit The 400 Blows, and I now that I know I can get a double feature deal between this and Antoine and Collette via the Criterion Double Feature it’s all looking on the up and up). So being on the fourth film in the series and with the previous one being the only one I’ve seen within the last ten years, I was expecting another tale that would continue the more colorful approach I saw in Bed and Board, in which Doinel played a recently married man with a child on the way, suddenly tempted by other women. It was an easy and accessible story of a man struggling to move into adulthood, yet had that unique Truffaut palette. Antoine is discharged from the Army because he’s useless. He becomes a night clerk at a motel, until he’s fire when a woman’s husband trashes the place upon discovering his wife’s infidelity. Antoine’s then fired and becomes a Private Investigator, acting as a double agent at an expensive shoe store while he researches why everyone hates the owner who hired the Private Detectives. Antoine is seeing a nice and beautiful girl, whose dad is helping him find work, but he then gets involved with the Shoe Store Owner’s beautiful wife, losing the job, moving him to television repair. And that’s about it. The problem is that the narrative in Stolen Kisses revolves Antoine Doinel's inability to find and keep a job. Just out of curiosity, but not all that interested, I checked out the supplements and came across a short three minute French essay on the film. It mentioned how Truffaut was dealing with a lot beyond the film, with the Cahiers du Cinema’s president resigning, forcing Truffaut into the middle of a leadership change, which led him to eventually call for a boycott of Cannes and other major film festivals. I didn’t really understand all of the politics, and while I’m interested in the history, it made Stolen Kisses loose narrative make a bit more sense. The essayist mentioned how given the 1968 release, with revolution piping through the streets, Stolen Kisses was a very much a protest film, about Antoine’s alienation and inability to find a job where he can excel. It was an interesting perspective, but at the end of the day the movie was boring, and this Marxist analysis just makes me think it’s attempt at depth was superficial on account of Truffaut’s public distractions. Allegedly Truffaut’s public turmoil led him to lean more on improvisation and it shows. The scenes felt much more exploratory, as though gambling on something interesting getting discovered during the edit rather than trying to construct a solid narrative. It functions very much as an “...and then” film, with Collette hopping from one imbroglio to another. It felt more dependent on strange and odd situations, with Antoine not feeling as real as in Bed and Board (and what I remember of The 400 Blows). I was surprised to see it gathered an Oscar Nomination compared to his far stronger and other films that were often overlooked. It’s too quirky - the type of the film that wants more a feel than a meaning. It’s worth checking out for the Doinel Series, but falls on the lower end of the Truffaut’s filmography. BELOW: A pretty boring scene, but given that this is how most of the film plays, offers a taste Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on our contact page  Not sure how they did, but sure looked like they were riding an actual tram down a mountain Director: Brian G. Hutton Writer: Alistair MacLea Cinematographer: Arthur Ibbetson by Jon Cvack I had this film in my Netflix queue for quite some time, waiting for the summer blockbuster season when big films have that extra kick, no matter how old or how many times I’ve seen them. It had been grabbed from seeing on at least half a dozen “Best World War II” film lists I’ve seen. I was expecting something along the lines of The Longest Day or A Bridge Too Far, and while the second half meets these expectations, the first is a bit slow and even a little hokie. A team of British commandos, led by Major John Smith (Richard Burton), is joined by Army Ranger Lieutenant Morris Schaffer (Clint Eastwood), assigned to a highly dangerous and covert mission in the swiss alps in order to retrieve American General Carnaby (Robert Beatty), with the ridiculously gorgeous MI6 agent Mary Ellison (Mary Ure) hidden away on the plane and following a separate mission that we’ll learn about shortly. Not knowing a single thing about the plot, I was a bit disappointed at first, especially once Smith meets for a lustful rendezvous with Ellison in an old cabin in the Alps, telling her to then meet him at a particular place in the village, and the whole thing was starting to feel like an hackneyed 007 plot placed against a Nazi backdrop; especially when Smith later discovers that one of the operatives had his neck broken after landing, making it clear that there’s some double dealings going on within the operation. When the brigand finally arrives in town, sneaking past the guard while speaking in their native accents, I was a bit perturbed. Maybe the Nazis didn’t hear them. Then the remaining five soldiers hit up a crowded bar, with Richard Burton’s character openly engaging with the Nazi leadership with his trademark English accent and no one’s any wiser. While at first I hated it, I then kind of appreciated the gesture. Obviously the best they could have done was speak in German, but given how hard that’d be for these Hollywood bad boys, I’m not sure that a German accent would have been believable, leaving us to assume that while they’re speaking no differently, they’re actually speaking German. In other words, director Brian G. Hutton figures we'll just roll with the logic, which I did, and in many ways I was thankful, as I’m not sure I could have properly handled Eastwood’s German accented stoicism, or Burton’s similarly styled sarcasm. However, even with Wikipedia’s help, it was here that I was bit confused over what occurs at this moment, as suddenly German police enter the bar, possibly saying something about the five troops that might have entered the city, but seemed more like Military Police pissed off about something else, but essentially causes the three other Allied operatives Thomas (William Squire), Berkeley (Peter Barksworth), and Christiansen (Donald Houston) to turn themselves in, with Schaffer and Smith later doing the same. I’m not sure if this was simply a convenient plot device or what, but it seemed like the only purpose of this scene was to kickstart the action and get the men into the castle, as without having apprehended the men it would have been difficult to advance the plot. So maybe they deliberately set themselves up to be captured? Given how complex this moment is, I’m not so sure it was simply a victim of lazy writing, but I was still confused. Schaffer and Smith then kill their captors on the way to castle, and thus we get our first taste of what kind of action this movie contains, as an actual Nazi jeep falls about five hundred feet down a mountain and into a small creek, making you wonder if there are still pieces of the thing somewhere down there to this day. Schaffer and Smith then make it up to the castle, finding an interrogation between the Nazi leadership and General Carnaby inside a massive dining room. The three Allied operatives (Berkeley, Christiansen, and Thomas) are brought it, and so begins an absolutely incredible dialogue sequence, as Schaffer swings back and forth between presenting himself as a double agent and revealing the double dealing between his team and the General. I’m not even positive as to what exactly went on, so much as enjoyed Clint Eastwood’s unflinching reaction, culminating in an incredible Tarantino-esque guns blazing finale. And now they have to get out of the castle. What begins involves incredible tight hallway gun battles, countless plantings of dynamite, climbing down the castle, a car chase that might be one of the coolest I’ve seen ever, and enough explosions to impress the most diehard of Michael Bay fans. With the most impressive thing being - it’s all provided through practical and highly realistic effects, as even some of the most dangerous stunts look like they actually happened. When I was a kid my dad would put on an action movie, and once the shoot outs began I’d get overwhelmingly motivated to ditch the movie, grab my toy guns and run around, acting like I was in the film. This movie made want me to find that old bag of toy guns. It’s such a fun story, functioning exactly how an action movie should. I kept thinking of Enemy at the Gates, and how it was one of the last films that looked like it actually took place in a leveled city rather than a mega-expansive computer generated landscape. In 2001 when Enemy at the Gates was filmed, CGI wasn’t yet good enough to compete with practical effects, and it felt like you were watching a massive production, requiring hundreds of people building and destroying sets In the behind the scenes documentary, you see pyrotechnics, with countless amounts of fuel and bombs, with everything looking like it’s on fire. Imagine visiting that set as a kid and how much it’d inspire you to get involved with films and to see the magic in creating them. Now compare that to a kid entering a dark computer lab where hundreds of people are working in silence via a heavy division of labor and there’s no comparison. These movies are becoming increasingly rare to discover. I’ve seen so many of them, and can revisit some, but I definitely spend more time looking than finding them. It’s the type of movie that makes you nostalgic for those summer action flicks.. They’re not really around this year - Independence Day, sure, but I’m not hearing anyone talking about it. It’s that void that makes you excited. When I hear of Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk and his demands for close to fully practical production design and effects, I’m beyond excited, in a way that popular films rarely provide these days. He’s one of the few filmmakers working who can immerse us within that Big Summer Movie World, with The Dark Knight Trilogy now something I turn to every season, as they’re the most recent films to capture that feel. Where Eagles Dare is like Die Hard, where anyone who likes a good action film would be glued to the last hour of this; where if they were at a bar, diner, or laundromat, they’d sit in their chair until the credits rolled. It’s incredible. BELOW: The first action piece - an actual Jeep being pushed over a cliff, falling hundreds of feet Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on our contact page  Cool Criterion Cover Director: Luis Buñuel Writer: Luis Buñuel and Jean-Claude Carrière Cinematographer: Christian Matras by Jon Cvack I’m now about halfway through Buñuel's good films (anything above a 3.7 on Netflix) and anticipate that most of the remaining films will fall into solid ⅘’s. He’s a type of filmmaker that makes you thankful for Criterion’s rich collection of supplemental materials. In these, we again meet co-writer Jeane-Claude Carriere who discusses that the idea came from Buñuel's interest in heretics, specifically the idea of believing contradictory ideas - such as, per Carriere’s example, that Jesus was both man and God, not just the son of God, or embodying God, but simultaneously just a man and also the supreme being. Problem is I don’t really have a good enough understanding of heretics to really grasp why most of these issues are relevant. As usual, I get lost in some of the more bizarre and surreal moments. According to the other Criterion Supplement that explored this film at length, we learn that Buñuel didn’t care for psychology or deconstructing his film’s symbolism, which similar to Carriere’s point, is both infuriating and interesting, in that I don’t have to put too much stock into trying to find a meaning because there isn’t one, or if I do understand or have a strong insight into what something means (which is rare) I can be confident that it’s not necessarily wrong. Before the closing credits, a card pops up stating how accurate everything in the film is regarding heresy, stating, “Everything in this film concerning the Catholic religion and the heresies it has provoked, especially from the dogmatic point of view, is rigorously exact. The texts and citations are taken either direct from Scripture, or modern and ancient works on theology and ecclesiastical history.” Problem being that for anyone who’s unfamiliar with these events or points of view, it really doesn’t mean anything. You’re left thinking you might have seen something interesting, but not really confident enough to defend it either way. The story involves two transients Pierre (Paul Frankeur) and Jean (Laurent Terzieff) as they travel along an ancient pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, who get involved with various surrealistic events along the way, often involving characters who discuss the contradictions of various religious principles - such as during a fencing match that I didn’t understand (it might be easier if I highlight what I did understand), Jean talks about the contradiction in being able to commit an evil act if God has designed you, knowing your fate before you’re born. Pierre responds that God provides each human free will, to which Jean responds that even if that’s true, you can’t also believe that God has a plan for each of us - for if he had a plan then all of our decisions, good or evil, were predetermined, rendering free will pointless, and hell as a destination pre-assigned from before we’re sentient. In another scene, a police officer and priest engage in another debate about belief versus non-belief, before the priest is taken away to a mental institution. Jesus makes periodic appearances in the film, with Mary telling him to keep his beard, as he gallivants with his disciples, eventually meeting two blind men in the end who he appears to have cured but really hasn’t, rather lying to them. Writing this only days later, I have images of little girls reciting a creepy speech, when a flashback cuts in with Communist Revolutionaries killing the Pope by Gun Fire. There’s some type of tribunal involving the heavily orthodox church deliberating over a heretic’s punishment. I suppose if I read the books that Buñuel and Carriere cited I might have a greater understanding of these references (one book being the "Historia de Los Heterodoxos Espanoles" by Marcelino Menéndez y Pelayo according to IMDb). I just don’t think it’s going to make any of this all that much more interesting. It’s clear that Buñuel was an atheist who was raised catholic, seeking to point all the contradictions and how humorous they actually are. I’m starting to buy these worlds from the get go, but I still struggle to understand the point of any of it, especially knowing that there isn’t necessarily one to be found. A person is in the room alone, then another person is there with no rhyme or reason, and that’s fine given the style, I just don’t know what it’s doing for me. Released after the tumultuous protests in Europe and the United States just a year earlier, this film was meant to subvert the established dogma, whether religious or political. It’s an interesting point - that essentially all ideologies have inherent contradictions and can’t operate without them. Too many times scenes went on for too long, or for not long enough. Taken in bits and pieces it’s a cool film, sure, especially given when it was made. Taken as a whole, though, it will make you kind of want to pull your hair out, as experimental films often do. BELOW: What does it all mean, Basil? Please report any spelling, grammar, or factual errors or corrections on our contact page  One of the greatest love triangles to ever hit the screen Director: Sidney Lumet Writer: Tennessee Williams (play and screenplay) and Meade Roberts (screenplay) Cinematographer: Boris Kaufman by Jon Cvack I know I’m watching a Tennessee Williams play when there’s an erratic and mentally unstable woman, struggling against a world that seems to despise her. In this case that woman is Carol Cutrere, played by the sexy and frightening Joanne Woodward, as a drifter who bounces from bar to bar, always looking for the next man, and always returning back to her small hometown when the night and dates expire. The film opens with Marlon Brandon as Valentine “Snakeskin” Xavier sitting in a jail cell, preparing to go before the court after getting into a brawl. The camera enters into a long take close up of Valentine as the judge inquires offscreen about how he arrived in Louisiana. Brando searches for the words, delivering them with his soft cadence, swearing that the entire situation only had to do with his guitar and he never meant to get in any trouble. The judge orders him to leave Louisiana immediately and never return. He takes off in a beat up car and heads to a small Mississippi town, before the deluge of rain soon forces him to seek refuge in a sheriff’s office, where a painter shows him her awful illustrations while the sheriff and his deputies go out searching for a fugitive, who they soon shoot and kill - possibly without need - then returning back to greet Valentine with suspicion. Needing work, Valentine is invited to take a clerkship at a small store in town on the other side of the border, breaking his vow to leave Louisiana. There he meets the owner Lady Torrance (Anna Magnani) who’s pushing middle age, yet has retained every ounce of her sexuality, which has gone unfulfilled as her husband Jabe (Victor Jory) lies ill on his deathbed, suspicious of his wife’s “needs”, especially with Valentine as the new recruit. He’s an angry man, with a lot of muscle in town, especially with the sheriff. The sexual tension between Valentine and Lady Torrance is one of the most intense in all of cinema. We can feel how discouraged Lady is and for who knows how long, heightened by Brando’s physical perfection and brooding sexuality. Her desire and limited self control opposite Valentine’s absolute command is a phenomenal exercise in words unspoken, perpetuated by her envy of the younger and more attractive Carol Cutrere, who seems cursed to follow in Lady's footsteps. In the film’s great monologue, Valentine says, “There’s many kinds of people in this world. There’s only two kinds - the buyers and the one’s who get bought…. No, there’s another kind…. It’s a kind that don’t belong no place at all... There’s a kind of bird that don’t have any legs, so it can’t land on nothing, so it has to spend its whole life on its wings in the air. I seen one once. It died and fell to earth.” Unable to find a place where he belongs and can stay out of trouble, Valentine understands his curse - in which is simple looks pull in women, driving the men around them mad with jealousy and envy. And yet the curse seems to infect many of these individuals, all struggling to break free of their own physical and mental limitations. Rarely does a performance demand such a large persona; in which the character doesn't only demand a tough and attractive man, but a larger-than-life individual that only an A-list actor could bestow. It’s not that Valentine does anything specifically offensive, so much as that those who encounter him develop such overbearing feelings of desire and/or resentment that it pulls him into their personal maelstroms, no matter how much he tries to resist. Men find him a serious threat, while women find him irresistible. His indifference makes it all the more infuriating. He’s aware of this effect and knows he can’t escape it, no matter how much he tries. The story captures the terror of loneliness. And although dragging at moments, the performances are so electrifying, quickly making us aware that it’s all building up to something big, that when the second half begins we are completely enraptured. We know there is no escape for Valentine. We understand his curse. His snakeskin jacket and guitar are all he will leave and all he’ll arrive with at the next town. He is doomed to enter and exit for flashes of time, forever and ever, struggling with all the loneliness it demands. Sidney Lumet body of work provided us some of the greatest performances in all of cinematic history. Here’s another handful for the pile, abandoning the urban underbelly he often explores, and examining the work of one of the great playwrights of all time. BELOW: Valentine's great monologue, beautifully shot by Boris Kaufman  That ain't no prop; that's a real concrete pillar, still there fifty years later. Director: Luis Buñuel Writer: Luis Buñuel and Julio Alejandro Cinematographer: Gabriel Figueora by Jon Cvack Here’s a short film from Luis Buñuel, accompanied on the Criterion Collection copy with a feature length documentary about the director’s life, which is a bit more interesting than the film. For anyone frustrated about where their career is going, Luis Buñuel was on the precipice of failure by his mid-40s, struggling to make another film, and even then, the opportunities he received were ultra low budgeted 10-day shoot, Corman-esque hispanic comedies. As with other Buñuel films, the surrealistic narrative gets confusing, and I struggle to even interpret what’s being explored. Simon (Claudio Brook) has spent six years, six months, and six days upon a short, ten foot pillar, about to graduate to a much larger one. He is harassed by The Devil, played by frequent collaborator Silvia Pinal who takes many forms, including a bearded shepherd and a girl in a miniskirt in a New York dance club. I suppose it’s due to the fact that movie lost half its budget and had to shut down production, leaving Buñuel with only half a film that leads to such a fuzzy conclusion. And yet having gone through The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeois, The Obscure Object of Desire, The Exterminating Angel, and The Phantom of Liberty, I’m not too sure an additional half would have cleared things up any more. Learning in the accompanying documentary that Buñuel was an atheist, I assume the story is dealing with the idolatry of false prophets. We’re not really sure what Simon has accomplished, or if he’s even led anyone to salvation. The graduation from one pillar to another is a decent metaphor for the Catholic faith, in which increasing one’s hardships gets one closer to God, quite literally in this instance. Simon is tempted by the gorgeous Silvia Pinal, who takes on various characters with her ever present sexuality oozing out no matter the costume. Simon remains strong and in the final sequence, which is quite interesting, he's now part of the beatnik New York culture, dancing in a club as the earliest days of rock ‘n roll are getting the kids all hot and bothered. I’m not sure whether it was all a dream or a fantasy, and given the budgetary shortfalls, I’m not sure Buñuel knew either. It does produce an interesting foil against the stoic lifestyle presented throughout the film. Some worship God, and new generations seem to worship sex, drugs, and rock and roll. One’s not necessarily presented as superior to the other. Just different. Temptations arise no matter the pursuit. Possibly better than the film itself is the pillar’s construction, which was abandoned by the production crew and left as an obstacle in the peasant’s field, forcing them to farm around it. When a truck comes in with a crane to dig it out, the crew can’t make it budget. It’s far too heavy. It’s quite poetic knowing that the pillar was a representation of the Christian faith, and that it must remain where it is and for the lowest class citizens to work around. Most have probably never seen the film, and I’m sure that they wouldn’t understand what it’s about more than anyone else. I was hoping for a bit more of the false prophet angle, or a heavier allegory for Jesus. Instead, the film ended, I immediately put on the documentary, and didn’t really find myself meditating on what it all meant, until I had to write this. Onto the next one, though. BELOW: For English speakers, don't worry about the lack of subtitles; it still doesn't make sense |
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