Saturday, September 29, 2007

Movie review - Elvis #7 - "Wild in the Country" (1961) ***

Back from army service Elvis made two films for Fox which attempted to stretch him - Flaming Star and this one - but neither particularly found favour with the public the way that Blue Hawaii and GI Blues did and so Elvis found himself trapped like a fly in celluloid amber. 

Here he plays juvenile delinquent living in the backwoods who, in true Elvis form, lost his ma when he was a kid - he has a pa, but pa is mean, as is his brother, so Elvis is angry at the world - angry, you understand, so he punches the brother and winds up on parole. He's sent to work for his uncle, whose daughter (Tuesday Weld) is one of those cat on a hot tin roof baby dolls - married with a kid despite her youth and hot to trot for Elvis, which causes no end of concern for El's childhood sweet heart (Millie Perkins).

But actually Elvis' main romance in this film is with his shrink (Hope Lange) - making this his third film where he tangles with an older woman (four if you change "older woman" to "mentor figure" meaning you can include Jailhouse Rock), one of the less discussed aspects of Elvis movies. I wonder what prompted it? Sometimes the woman was a Col Tom Parker surrogate; maybe it was also simply a way of increasing Elvis' appeal to older women, as well as adding a dramatic tang. When Lange reads some of Elvis' short stories and declares that he's got a great literary talent you think "a ha - this is just like those three JD-rise-to-fame-films he made before going into the army simply with writing substituting for music" but the book aspect isn't really developed - he's merely a good enough writer to get a college scholarship. 

So for a third act we have a plot where there's a scandal over Lange sleeping with Elvis - which didn't happen, but the two characters spend a rainy night in a motel together, kiss and declare their love (a hot scene - Elvis eventually leaves for not very convincing reasons), then they throw in Elvis accidentally killing someone in a fight (again - just like Jailhouse Rock) and it all becomes a bit of a mess. 

Apparently the original cut of the film had Lange's suicide attempt at the film (another very effective scene - most of her moments are winners in this movie) succeed - but the changed version, where she lives but tells Elvis to go to college, is a lot more effective. Lange didn't do anything worthy of killing herself.

Actually the whole scandal-over-Lange-and-Elvis doesn't really work because the two obviously like each other and make a good couple. (If they remade the film today they'd just have the affair but then Lange would still let him go to college - just like The Heartbreak Kid). Lange is a lot more suited to Elvis than Weld (though you get the impression Weld would be great for a fling) or Perkins (in only her second role after The Diary of Ann Frank - and you can understand why Fox had trouble in finding roles for her, she's a sort of unengaging child-like figure, who doesn't seem too engaged with what's going on and has little chemistry with her male co-star). 

The third act would have been better off doing more with Elvis' writing maybe, or Weld getting pregnant to him, just something else - as it is it kind of peters out the way it is. I think this, rather than the fact Elvis was playing a dramatic role, is what hurt the film at the box office. 

Gary Lockwood plays the son-of-a-rich-man who keeps appearing at key dramatic moments to push the plot along (lazy writing this - he interrupts a liaison between Elvis and Perkins, then Elvis and Weld, then Elvis and Lange). Lange is very good and Elvis is pretty good - its wonderful to see him trying, to see him challenged, and handling himself.

Book review - "So You Want to be a Producer" by Lawrence Turman

Excellent how-to book from Turman, best known for The Graduate, one of those once-in-a-lifetime hits... as it proved for the producer, but he's since remained highly active making films and TV movies. The book is full of wisdom, enthusiasm and good stories. What I like most about it is that while Turman inevitably refers to The Graduate a lot, he talks just as much about his other less popular films (especially The Film Flam Man, which seems to have been a particular favourite - but also The Best Man, TV movies like Get Christie Love).
He admits failures and mistakes, promotes ethics and feeling positive, as well as hard work. He's a bit self serving but who isn't in this sort of book and he may well be telling the truth (for instance "working on the script" of Butch Cassidy seemed to be encouraging and reading and telling people the second act needed work).
The correspondence between Turman and William Goldman at the end is fascinating for Goldman fans (Turman tries to get Goldman, then teaching at Princeton, to write a movie about young people but Goldman declines - Goldman also says the Beatles are managed by a "faggott")

Movie review - Elvis #3 - "Jailhouse Rock" (1957) ***1/2

By the late 50s MGM were very much in decline but one gets the feeling they were still cocky enough to tackle Elvis with the attitude of "right, he's made two films for other studios - but this is MGM and we'll do it properly". And they did, too - its Elvis' best film yet and certainly his best performance.

He's very confident in front of the camera and he's terrific - sexy, charismatic, etc, etc. This is one of his least sympathetic roles ever - even if the filmmakers do stack the deck in his favour, he's still quite snarling and JD-y (more so even than King Creole).

This gets off to a great start, with Elvis killing a man in a fight (the guy was obnoxious and deserved it), and going to a prison run by a corrupt warden, where his cell mate bosses him around and bullies him into signing a management contract (which you see and go "how did that one get past the Colonel?"). Then he gets out of gaol, hooks up with pretty record plugger Judy Tyler and tries to break into show biz, but has little luck - indeed, he gets ripped off by one artist causing him to punch out an exec (but the guy was obnoxious and deserved it) - until forming his own record company with Tyler and making it big.

Then he grows a big head and becomes increasingly obnoxious, and the sympathies of the film shift away from Elvis - he's mean to poor manager Judy Tyler, then when his cell mate comes back said cell mate doesn't try to enforce his dodgy contract and rip him off (yeah, right) but goes to work for him and Elvis treats him mean. Aw, poor management (this is how it got past the Colonel - just like in Loving You, even when Elvis signs a contract his managers aren't out to rip him off, they're his family, and he needs them to stay on the straight and narrow).

So the film gets progressively less interesting as it goes on - why should we care about the cell mate? He exploited Elvis in prison. Fortunately, though, the terrific title number is in the second half, giving it a fillip til the end.

Judy Tyler is OK as the female lead - in his review of the film David Shipman wrote that her subsequent career wasn't much, perhaps unaware that she actually died in a car crash soon after filming ended. Interestingly, Elvis' movies number two to four all dealt with the same story - Elvis rising to fame - with Elvis playing a juvenile delinquent.

Movie review - Elvis #19 - "Harum Scarum" (1966) *1/2

David Shipman once argued that although Elvis made movies for all sorts of different studios - Paramount, MGM, Fox - they were indistinguishable. I'd agree up to a point - I think you could discern a slight difference according to the producers: Hal Wallis films had solid production values and weak scripts (e.g. Blue Hawaii), Joe Pasternak films were more traditional musicals with strong production values and better albeit formulaic scripts (e.g. Viva Las Vegas, Girl Happy), Sam Katzman films were cheapo efforts with little to recommend them - like this one.

It does have an unusual setting - the Middle East, the locale of many a Katzman "Eastern" - and plot, which has touring singer/film star Elvis is drawn into an assassination plot - making the film at times seem like one of those Easterns (some of whom starred Elvis' idol Tony Curtis, so maybe that's why they made it). Indeed, the filmmakers might have been better off had they followed more in this direction - throw in a few more swordfights and princesses on the run (there are already a few as it is), and actually work out the kinks of a potentially promising albeit clichéd plot - as it is it's a bit of a mess (why have Elvis as an assassin? Why have a scene where he serenades a 10 yr old girl who dances like a belly dancer?

There's under-developed comic relief, confusing twists - they should have just taken the plots of one of those old Katzman potboilers directly and just shoved in Elvis. Pretty girls but lacks a proper charismatic female co star, which always made Elvis movies better (I kept forgetting who the romantic lead actually was). The music is slightly odd - its got this tacky throw-away Vegas-and-cocktails quality... were they being thrifty or was this an attempt to shove Elvis in a new direction? Whatever, the results are not memorable.

But, you know, I didn't mind it - the whole concept of Elvis being in the middle east was fresh enough to keep you watching - at the end all this Arabs are sitting around watching Elvis in Vegas, which gives it a camp quality.

Movie review - Elvis #2 - "Loving You" (1957) **

This Elvis film has a lot going for it - his first proper starring vehicle, first for Hal Wallis, his first in colour, includes a cameo from his parents, a plotline that supposedly mirrors his own rise, a decent score (including 'Teddy Bear') - so I wondered why no one ever seems to get too excited by it when talking about Elvis films... and after watching it I can understand.

While it's interesting to note some similarities between the film's story and the real Elvis story (here he's a delivery boy who is discovered by a manager, who skilfully publicises his attraction to female audience), it's a dull story most of the time - little conflict, just sort of plodding along in a this-happened-then-that-happened way. Even the finale, where Elvis is effectively banned and the kids rally to his defence (years before "Footloose") is muffled - just writing it then it struck me, that sounds like an exciting situation, it should have been, but its not. (The director, Hal Kanter, was a writer.)

Dolores Hart is charming as his proper love interest but as with the later King Creole, Elvis' real attraction seems to be for an older, more worldly woman - in this case his manager, Lizabeth Scott (she of the interesting face and Sapphic aura) - but the film then shies away from this, and pairs Scott safely off with bland Wendell Corey, who is in a band. The most effective scene is where Elvis is at a diner and all these girls fuss over him, prompting the boyfriend of one of them to start a fight - I'm sure this happened in real life all too often.

The King himself is in decent form - the script stacks the chips in his favour (as pointed out by Shipman: he's got chip on his shoulder but isn't bitter, he just needs to be mothered, he's an orphan, aw...), and he gets to swivel his hips in a way forbidden by the Ed Sullivan Show. The finale is a bit yucky - Elvis going to Hart, Scott and Corey "you're the only family I've got in the world and I need you" then going in to sign a contract - Scott's his manager, and Hart and Corey are part of his band so they're all financially dependent on him... so you can't help feeling when Elvis goes in that room it's "hello exploitation". Unfortunately, I'm sure this happened in real life all too often, too. (Col Tom Parker is credited as "technical adviser".)

Movie review - Ladd #6 - "Salty O'Rourke" (1945) **

Alan Ladd showed a flair for comedy in Lucky Jordan so this piece of horseracing whimsy comes as a disappointment. It would seem to be a sure thing - Ladd is a gambler who has to pay of a bookie in X number of days or he'll be killed, so he and his partner (William Demarest, ideal) buy a race horse and get a jockey to ride it. So far so good - then the jockey has to go to school and is a pain to a school teacher (Gail Russell) so Ladd busies himself with the school teacher.

The main problem with this film is structural - we want it to be about Ladd getting up to wacky shonky tough guy shenanigans and being charmed by Russell, but the plot of the film is really about this jockey kid being wild and Ladd and Russell having to pull him into line. Now that sort of plot would work if the jockey was a little girl or something - it's the plot of Little Miss Marker - because then you'd have the three of them forming a family, which is holistic. But here the jockey is a 17 year old and the plot evolves into a romantic triangle with the jockey loving Russell and Russell loving Ladd and Ladd loving Russell - but only after he finds out that she loves him. So the poor old jockey has to be shunted out of the way. Another problem is Ladd doesn't have that much to do - the jockey gets more screen time.

Russell is beautiful and certainly has a tragic presence - many tragic stars you can't tell from their persona but looking at Russell on screen you just get the feeling it's all going to end badly for her in real life unless someone came along to protect her (which is unfortunately what happened). She and Ladd ought to be a good combination - a tough guy and a sweet girl - but it doesn't work here since Ladd isn't really given the chance to be tough, or Russell the chance to be that sweet (she needed to look after little kids or something).

Movie review - Ladd #9 - "OSS" (1946) ***

OSS movies came in vogue briefly just after WW2 - Cloak and Dagger was another one. This is intelligent and exciting, well written by Richard Maibaum. Alan Ladd is professional in the lead but is miscast - he has such a distinct tough guy personality, you simply wouldn't believe him as a spy in Occupied France - spies should blend in, be a bit more anonymous. I wouldn't have a problem with Alan Ladd leading a mission to blow something up, say, but not go undercover. Also there is some tiresome conflict with Geraldine Fitzgerald - he doesn't like having her along on the mission because she's a skirt, which fits in with Ladd's "I don't trust dames but then eventually I'll melt for one" persona, but doesn't make sense here, because surely everyone in war time knew that women made good spies?

This is full of interesting bits of spy business - a pipe that turns into a gun, how to put a bomb on a train - foreshadowing Maibaum's later work on the James Bond series (he the great unsung hero of that series, Maibaum). You might laugh at the scene where the spy instructor says "America isn't used to playing dirty tricks like other countries so we have to work to catch up". Well, they certainly did!

Structurally the film is too episodic - "do this mission, then that mission". At the end Ladd and Fitzgerald are about to get on a plane when Patric Knowles turns up and says "just one more mission" meaning there's another 15 minutes to go and Ladd's annoyed and you're likely to be, too (though it's a good scene that follows - Ladd telling Knowles he's not going to volunteer, he's got to be ordered to go). The film also features a classic "you're going to die" moment when Ladd and Fitzgerald do this big separation scene even though they both think he's just going away for a few hours - big kisses, promises, he looks back at her longingly as he walks out the door... the film couldn't say more clearly that ONE OF THESE CHARACTERS IS GOING TO DIE. (There is some suspense, though, as Ladd often died in his movies so it could be him.)

Book review - Vidal essays #1 - "Rocking the Boat" by Gore Vidal

The first collection of Vidal pieces was published in the early 60s prior to JFK's assassination so a lot of it is particularly fascinating esp his analysis of JFK. His 1961 interview with Barry Goldwater is also precipitous. The essays are compartmentalised into "politics", "theatre", "books" and "personality" - which, with the exception of theatre, remain his primary essay topics (it's a shame he doesn't still do reviews - I can understand theatre as he probably doesn't go anymore, but how about movie reviews?). Many of these were republished in other editions but are still worth reading e.g. on John Dos Passos (the great "recorder of everything"). There's some less familiar ones, too, such as a review of The Gang's All Here, reviews of plays by Paddy Chayefsky and Dore Schary, hilarious review of Robert Penn's Band of Angels in the voice of a well-read housewife. You'll laugh at the piece where Vidal argues he isn't a left winger - its like when Bob Ellis goes "I'm not a Labor Party fanatic I've not voted Labor several times"). A good idea is that several of the pieces are accompanied by follow up notes which discuss the impact of the pieces , e.g. articles on Goldwater and JFK, and the times he even changed his mind (e.g. television drama)

Sunday, September 23, 2007

TV review - "Summer Heights High" (2007)

Enjoying this enormously. Three characters are all strong - the gay drama teacher is perhaps the most obvious but he's still hilarious. The greatness lies in the Jonah character - full marks to Chris Lilley for having the guts to go there (ten years ago I imagine it would have been a nightmare to get through the ABC.) Much of the casting is spot on -the slightly bitch principal, the photo of the teacher with the enormous beard. (The show is, unexpectedly, something of a tribute to teachers, doing their best despite everything). Have to pay particular credit to the first episode gag where Mr G talks about the bushes being cut down "because a girl was raped behind them last year... so we put up this anti-rape mural". Public education has never been so succinctly described.

Movie review - "The Bet" (2007) **1/2

Aussie film might have been better off as a play at the Old Fitz or something. It is handsomely done, with strong performances and an intriguing world - to wit, the Sydney rich and young (drugs, flash restaurants, polo, designer bars, jogging across the bridge).
It feels as though it lacks a bit of story - while the Aden Young twist is effective I think they would have been better off seeing more stuff from his POV. Or at least having Matthew Newton more active - he is reactive, Tim Richards tells him a tip, Sibylla Budd accidentally leaves a file open. Too many scenes repeat info and so on (e.g. all these scenes about cancelling the bet, the scene in the strip club which just goes on and on for no story point - maybe it was something to show the investors?). When you see the poor but honest dad character you're aware the writer has probably seen Wall Street but that had an active protagonist.

Movie review - Elvis #1 - "Love Me Tender" (1956) ***

Elvis' first movie is often dismissed as an undistinguished Western enlivened only by the star, but its fine, and the script (by Errol Flynn’s old writer, Bob Buckner) is actually stronger than many of his later movies. Elvis is, for the first and last time in his career, not top-billed, being third on the list after Richard Egan (whom Fox were having high hopes for in the wake of The View from Pompey's Head) and Deborah Paget (looking very fetching with big eyes and chest and blue jeans but who perhaps lacks a little spark). 

But Elvis really steals the film - with his soulful eyes and "aw, gee" performance, he gets all the sympathy, despite having married Paget (he didn't know that Egan loved her, or she him), not having gone to the war (he would have if ma had let him), shaking Paget around (he thought she was cheating on him).

He sings a few songs, including the title tune and one number at a picnic where he has a guitar and swivels his hips in front of screaming girls, which is a little too contemporary. But fair's fair this was a pretty good, sensible way to launch Elvis - don't put the pressure all on him, have a script with a decent situation (a group of Confederate soldiers steal Union money just after the Civil War has ended... but elect to keep the money), throw him a couple of songs, a bit of action so the boys will take the girls who will moon over Elvis. They kill him off but he goes down like a hero - or at least a boy who just needs to be loved, trying to save the life of his brother and dying in his arms (though it’s a bit yuck to think Egan and Paget will go "right... how long until we can hook up then?").

Two main story irritants: you can't really blame the half of Egan's gang who want to keep the money to get angry at Egan when he changes his mind (it was Egan's idea to keep it in the first place); also Egan and Elvis are given two extra brothers (one of whom is played by Roger Corman favourite Bill Campbell), neither of whom have a character or do much dramatically (perhaps one of these should have been evil a la the Neville Brand character - or ultra good). This set a tone for future Elvis movies to have sidekicks who just stood around not doing much.

Movie review - Doctor #1 - "Doctor in the House" (1954) ***

British cinema of the 1950s is often accused of being smug and there’s something to it, but it's not the whole story. These are the light-hearted episodic adventures of four medical students which became a massive hit. Director Ralph Thomas thought this was partly due to casting (especially Dirk Bogarde and Kenneth More, who team very well together - Bogarde as the handsome serious one, ideal for girls to dream about and to be a straight man; Moore to be less handsome but wacky), partly because it was one of the first films to poke gentle fun at medicine.

It is a good natured film, very much with a "school" feel -you can muck around a bit, push the boundaries, get really into sport and steal a mascot, the nurses are like girls from a girls school (i.e. targets), occasionally you might get one past the stern teachers (Geoffrey Keene, James Robertson Justice), but if you really get busted you’ll get detention, and when you leave you'll be ready to be a man.

The film is a bit more multicultural than you might think - one of the four guys is Welsh (a rugby fanatic who won't have anything to do with women), More has a French girlfriend (and it's implied they have an adult relationship - and she seems to really like hanging around his other friends), women keep trying to seduce Bogarde, there is a black nurse (unfortunately there is a horrid racist gag where Donald Sinden gives flowers to a bunch of nurses including... they cut to this... the black one). Muriel Pavlov is pretty as the love interest - a plot not really resolved, thereby enabling Bogarde to be single for the many sequels.

Movie review - "Pin Up Girl" (1944) **1/2

The plots of Betty Grable movies were never the strongest but this ones particularly weak - she's a typist who pretends to be a singing staring order to impress a war hero (someone called Joe Harvey, proving that Betty Grable movies needed a decent male lead). He doesn't notice that the typist and singing star are two different people - because she wears glasses. Uh-huh. And that's about it. To compensate the studio shove the film wall-to-wall with musical numbers and novelty acts - there's Joe E Brown, Martha Raye, some roller skaters and tap dancers, and elaborate musical numbers (very well done with clever use of cranes a la Busby Berkeley). Its like a good old fashioned crappy Ziegfeld follies, complete with "turns" from guest stars and lots of chorus girls.

Movie review - "Carnival of Lost Souls" (1963) ***

Low budget film shot in middle America which has developed a cult. The sort of movie that suits being made for nothing - deserted streets, creepy pavilion that has been shut down, the religious overtones. The most effective moments are the sightings of the "dead" - in window reflections, along the streets, etc. Genuinely creepy - even if when you think about it the Twilight Zone would do this sort of story in 30 minutes instead of dragging it out to a feature (but then you could saithe same thing about The Sixth Sense). Acting is a bit wonky.

Movie review - Elvis #15 - "Viva Las Vegas" (1963) ****

Because Ann Margaret looked so saucy and sexy, producers often made the mistake of casting her as a bad girl - a role in which she never quite excelled, because I think at heart Ann Margaret was a nice girl who just walked a little bit like a bad girl, so when she was cast as a bad girl she came across as lightweight (cf Sharon Stone and Angelina Jolie). So she was at her best as a girl next door who had a saucy side, the sort of person who would be a lot of fun but within the confines of a relationship - Bye Bye Birdie, this one. She is easily the best partner Elvis ever had, shimmying, stunning, flirty - the chemistry between the two is electric, you can see them take each other's breath away: it's like Ann Margaret is looking at Elvis going "wow, you’re Elvis" and Elvis is looking at her going "wow, you're Ann Margaret".

The first half of this is as close to perfection as you can get - well, in Elvis movie land, anyway. There's a great opening credit sequence with the title song (my fave of the king's) and shots of Vegas, then we have Elvis and Cesare Danova chasing Ann Margaret - although Elvis has a de rigeur sidekick its great to see him instead with a rival. The thing is then Elvis and Ann Margaret spend time together (they have a charming duet, 'The Lady Loves Me' - actually all the songs for this movie are pretty good) and they get along so well its like the movie makers went” you know, there's no way she's going to pick Danova over Elvis" so they drop Danova and the second half of the film is a bit of a dull plot about Ann Margaret wanting Elvis to give up car racing. But then Elvis sings the title track twice again, Ann Margaret puts on a variety of stunning outfits (including a cowgirl one, and a near see-through leotard), there is an entertaining car race, and you walk out feeling good. The director was George Sidney, coming to the end of his career, but the numbers are still full of verve - is this arguably the last classic MGM musical?

Book review - Vidal novel #3 - "The City and the Pillar"

No wonder this caused a stir in 1948 when published, it’s pretty full on today. Vidal often talks about how ground breaking his novel was (I’ll take his word for it) in showing two "normal" American athletes enjoying a gay love affair, just before one goes off to sea. The other one is so struck by the experience he becomes obsessed with tracking down the other guy - well he is for a bit anyway, then he kind of drifts.
Which is the main problem for this novel for me. The main guy Jim starts out as someone you can relate to - unhappy home life, basically in love with someone who he's not sure likes him back - but when he drifts he becomes this passive nothing.
He's good looking and a tennis player and Vidal seems keen to show how superior he is to other homosexuals by not being as horny or desperate or whatever (like Vidal, Jim is not gay identifying despite being seemingly unable to have hetero experience -indeed you get the feeling he/Jim feel on a slightly higher plane for being so, which you know he shouldn't be since he is basically kept by two men).
Which OK is fair enough but it means this novel is hollow at its core - the other two main characters, the pompous gay movie star and the not-quite-a-really-good-writer author are both a lot more human and engaging (both are in love with suffering and their own misery), as is the middle aged drifter woman based on Anais Nin; Jim doesn't really act human until towards the end when he's reunited with the guy again.
The ending packs a bit of a punch - it was rewritten to change from a killing to a rape, which is still pretty full on. I haven't read the original version of this, just the revised one - surely the Hollywood section was redone after Vidal's experience there. If you think it’s odd someone was obsessed with a person they only spent one weekend of passion with, well that's how Vidal was with a teenager lover, so there you go.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Book review - Interviews with Wheeler Dixon

Eclectic collection of interview subjects, incorporating British cinema hacks like Ralph Thomas to occasionally-something-special men like Ron Ward Baker and writers like Brian Clements, to usual suspects like Roger Corman and Vincent Price (apparently not about his horror films but Dixon still sneaks in a few questions about Michael Reeves, etc) and some oddities like Kiwi John O'Shea and Wendy Moyes. An interesting collection.

Book review - Vidal novel #1 - "Williwaw" by Gore Vidal

Would never have read it if it hadn't been for the fact I'm trying to get through all of Vidal. This is a pretty good book, very accomplished from one so young. Apart from the fact it was Vidal's debut, the chief attraction is the unusual setting: a shipping route out on the Aleutians, full of rough seas, skanky bars and wind. This was the theatre of war Charlton Heston served in - I wonder if they ever met?There are two really good moments: the description of the storm, which is first rate, and the death of one of the crew members (this literally made me gasp). You wish there was a little more plot - maybe a bit more of a disaster (i.e. people in lifeboats) or a more thorough investigation of the death. But an assured work

Movie review - "Five Card Stud" (1968) **

Dean Martin and Robert Mitchum were stars with a lot in common: bothspecialised in a laid back acting style, both were often under-rated asactors, both proved very durable, both could sing (Mitchum had a hit record, "Thunder Road"), both remain cool even after all these years,both were devoted womanisers despite having long-standing marriages. Both were also most effective when teamed with a different sort of actor eg Martin with the uptight, aggressive Frank Sinatra, or Mitchum with the classy, ladylike Deborah Kerr, or both with the lumbering John Wayne. So teaming the two of them together doesn't quite work - two laid back cats together isn't a recipe for fireworks. It's not entirely their fault - the script is just an episode of Bonanza, with Martin investigating the deaths of a group of men who lynched a gambler. Martin has a weak motivation for looking into the killings, the handling (music, etc) feels like a television show, no one seems very interested- though Martin does strike some sparks in his scenes with Inger Stevens. Mitchum is professional though his role - as a mysterious,gun-touting prisoner - is a bit irritating because it harks back to a much better film, The Night of the Hunter. This is one of those films which helped get people sick of the Western in the late 60s, like Chuka and others. Roddy MacDowall's English accent is slightly jarring but I liked Yaphet Kotto in the support role - it was around this point that Hollywood started to consistently acknowledge that there were blacks in the old west.

Book review - "View from a Window: Conversations with Gore Vidal"

Vidal's great skill is as an essayist but he's also a terrific interview subject, capable of being sharp, intelligent and very witty, though liable to foam at the mouth if steered on to the wrong subject. For the most part this is a highly entertaining collection of interviews,arranged chronologically; when Vidal is talking about himself, movies,the arts, Italy, etc few can do it better (eg Truman Capote has "the mind of a Kansas housewife" - which, you know, there's something in that). Indeed at times this is preferable to his memoirs - here we get decent accounts of the writing of Julian and Burr, and he talks about his plays a bit more. He goes on to his other topics, such as religion, sex, politics - towards the end he gets a bit manic, talking about what he would do if he ruled the world: allow people to do whatever they want in their private lives but set up an all-powerful authority which would regulate birth control, run the environment. This authority would be run like a Swiss hotel, at which point you start envisioning the foam. But entertaining and highly readable

Movie review - "The Final Winter" (2007) ***1/2

Terrific low budget Aussie film which really wears its heart on its sleeve. Set in a time of the early 80s when moves were being made to clean up the game, with old thugs like Grub Henderson clinging on to the old ways... the film is sympathetic to his point of view, and though while slimy John Jarratt is a villain, Grub is no pure white hero -rather the future is more Nathaniel Dean and Conrad Coleby, who don't want to become a punch drunk lug but can still admire Grub's loyalty and dedication. The opening football game is so well done with the whiff of realism (dialogue, on-field sledging, eye gouging, smoking at half time) that you can't help wish the budget extended for one at the end (there is still a stirring moment at the end). 

Matt Nable has one of the great heads of Aussie cinema - bashed in nose, pug ugly; there are some other great heads, too, like Max Krilich, Tommy Raudonikis, Roy Masters and Tom Kenealley (the latter is spot on as one of those devoted slightly creepy people who work at the front gate). 

Matt Johns' involvement helped get the film up so you can perhaps forgive his erratic performance (in some places very good esp when fired up) - but he's too young and fit for the role, which requires someone with more years and sadness (they whack a false gut and glasses on him but it doesn't quite work). 

I was initially hostile to Nathaniel Dean and Conrad Coleby as being too Bondi but both work well - Coleby beefed himself up and looks like a player, Dean has three day growth and a cutface and plays a show pony player so he's appropriate anyway. (the kid who plays young Grub is poor casting - he looks way too wimpy). 

It's a shame there wasn't a bit more humour and the potential of some key scenes - notably the climax and the judicial hearing - feels a little lacking. But all things considered a remarkable achievement and is a truly strong league film.

Play review - "An Evening with Richard Nixon" by Gore Vidal

In his most recent memoirs, Vidal doesn't talk much about his plays Weekend or Romulus but spends several pages on this one. It has the bright idea of telling Nixon's story through quotes from Nixon itself -but then adds in extra characters in the form of, mostly, JFK,Eisenhower and Washington. Actually when these three are cross examining Nixon the play is at its funniest and best, with Washington as a kind of referee and JFK and Eisenhower talking about their relationship with Nixon. But then it gets on and Vidal becomes angrier, Washington starts to lecture and the work becomes less character based, more polemical(Nixon seems more human in the earlier section, when we can see his relationships with others more). Agree with Vidal's biographer, Fred Kaplan, who said this was a pamphlet more than a play - but for all that still entertaining. The best line comes in Vidal's introduction - saying he always thought Chequers was a perfect decent spaniel despite rumours"one is apt to hear about any dog in public life". Genius.

Movie review - "Lawrence of Arabia" (1962) ****

This has the reputation in some sections as being one of the greatestmovies ever made - mostly from baby boomers who would have been knocked out by it when it came out. After all, who didn't when they were little dream of dressing up as an Arab and running around the desert on camels blowing this up?

Then there's all the political stuff which would have become more apparent on repeated viewings, a dazzling cast, and David Lean's stunning direction: the man sure knew how to fill a frame (horses coming off the train, a train collapsing, the boy sliding into quicksand, etc).

Peter O'Toole is great as the slightly mad Lawrence - though you know, I think Dirk Bogarde would have done just as well, in Rank's aborted 50s version.

In a neat twist for a Western movie, the more human characters are the supporting Arabs - Anthony Quinn's unscrupulous chieftain provides the humour, Alec Guinness' king brings the statesmanship, Omar Sharif's devoted Arab the freedom fighting. Arthur Kennedy's cynical journalist observer is a bit boring (a sop to the American audience, a device that was later used in Gandhi).

The film goes on too long, with much repetition (scenes staged for their visual effectiveness rather than dramatic weight) - eg. two scenes of trains blowing up, two of Lawrence's young men dying.

Mini series review - "For the Term of His Natural Life" (1983) miniseries **1/2

It's a great pity that Hollywood never had a crack at this story in the hey day of the classical system, for it's a great yarn - hero unjustly convicted of a crime he didn't convict, sent to the colonies, gets involved in a mutiny and later a convict uprising, then a gold rush and escape. You can imagine somewhere like MGM or Warners would have really known how to do it - or, rather, Gainsborough with obvious roles for Stewart Granger, James Mason, Margaret Lockwood and Elisabeth Shue (i.e. Phyllis Calvert). 

 This mini-series version is still watchable, thanks to a decent budget and adaptation, but has this awful mediocre Crawfords handling and some shocking performances (eg the girl who plays young Sylvia, most of the fifty worders). You're kind of embarrassed that they made this for an international audience (it was financed by Filmco, a notorious 10BA company - whose founder, Peter Fox, died in a car accident and to whom the mini series is dedicated). 

Colin Friels is perfectly cast as Rufus Dawes - handsome, tortured, noble. Rod Mullinar doesn't quite get all the juice out of the dream potential-scene-stealing part, that of Captain Frere (the one I think James Mason should have played) and Penelope Stewart is cardboard in the Elisabeth Shue part, the bland pretty Sylvia (its not all her fault, though - it's a nothing role, she just loses her memory for a dramatically convenient period and tells her husband Mullinar to "be nicer to the convicts"; Colin Friels would have been far better off with the Spanish chick, who is not only sexier and better looking, but is nicer and works for a living whereas Sylvia is just a ninny (If you ever remade this you'd have to make this more action filled).  Sue Lyons is better value in the Margaret Lockwood role, the "fast" woman who just can't help loving a scoundrel (Robert Coleby, who is OK). 

There are some international names, such as Patrick MacNee (good), Diane Cilento (good - though note how the plot depends on her and Stewart losing their memory - what is it with Victorian novels and memory loss?) and Anthony Perkins (I remember being flattered he was in an Aussie mini-series but his performances is all twitches and torment); is this why the support cast is so remarkably devoid of familiar Aussie actors - no Vincent Ball, Dinah Shearing, John Ewart,etc - there was no money in the budget? Or maybe they were all busy doing other convict stuff? For about ten years ye olde convict melodrama used to be a staple for Australian actors, just like cop shows and beer ads. (Glyn Nicholas makes an early appearance as a convict who appears to be Rufus Dawes' boyfriend). 

Despite some shoddy writing the adapters made the sensible decision of not following the original novel, which ends with Dawes and Sylvia killed in a storm - they add on a gold rush scene and come uppance finale, which is far more satisfactory. 

On the debit side they don't include two great sequences which were in the 1927film - there's no convict uprising and only hint at cannibalism(presumably for censorship reasons). 

If you remade it again, what would you do? Keep the ending happy, It hink. Make more of the Sylvia character - have her less of a ninny (she can still marry Frere out of gratitude - maybe also make it financial.Keep the convict uprising - it can happen after Dawes' escape, you could kill off Frere here. Show the cannibal section - maybe even have Dawes as part of it initially. Perhaps to avoid having two mutinies, just have one. 

Anyway it could be done. Whether anyone is willing to stump up the cash is another matter.

Book review - "The Smithsonian Institute" by Gore Vidal

Vidal in a trippy frame of mind - a 13 year old boy arrives at the Smithsonian and is met by various models who've come to life (even losing his virginity to one) and gets involved in plans to make an American bomb. (Knowing Vidal he'll probably claim A Night at the Museum ripped him off) It's certainly far out and imaginative but not particularly engaging.
I admit I'm a little awkward at reading about the sex lives of 13 year old boys and also Vidal's hobbyhorse on the American Empire gets boring as does the stuff about how-America-is-so-bad-for-entering-WW1-and-WW2 (Philippines, yes; Guam,yes; Vietnam, yes - but the world wars? I don't think so. Hitler was bad, Vidal - badder than even George W Bush. America isn't responsible for everything bad in the world, so shut up about it already).
(NB And how does Vidal reconcile his anti-imperialism with the British Empire which created the USA? He never seems to weep for the Indians. And he doesn't seem to realise the best way of keeping international peace is not keeping America quiet but to spread democracy.)
More fun are the tweaking of presidents - they all read biographies about themselves, very funny - and the first ladies. Who could write so wittily and insightfully about our politicians? I can only think of Bob Ellis and hope before he dies he completes "an irreverent history of the Australian Prime Ministers" or something).
The best thing about the book is it tapes into the "what if" questions beloved by historians - what if X hadn't been president, etc - and Vidal has a lot of fun with it, and book probably would have been better had it concentrated on this instead of all the stuff about dummies and the Smithsonian.

Movie review - Moto #7 - "Danger Island" (1938) **1/2

I'm not sure what the title of this is meant to be - plain old Danger Island or Mr Moto in Danger Island. It was the second last in the series and the second not directed by Norman Foster; like the other one, Mr Moto's Gamble, you can tell - also set in Puerto Rico, there is hardly any exotic feel (were they trying to save money? Or just slack). Most of the cast seem plain old American and it feels as though it could have just as easily been set on Catalina Island.

Also Moto has a comic sidekick most of the time, a "loveable lunk" wrestler who wants Moto to teach him jiu jitsu. This feels very like a reworked Charlie Chan script, with the wrestler standing in for Number One Son: Moto is very much a straight up detective (they throw in a little mystery at the end with Moto pretending to pretend to be an imposter) but its resolved very quickly, and there's a Charlie Chan style finale with the main suspects gathered for cross examination.

Douglas Dumbrille is in the cast and so too is Leon Ames - did two actors ever look so alike (doesn't help they both wear white suits). Jean Hersholt adds some class as a suspect and the fights with Peter Lorre's unconvincing double doing ju jujitsu are fun as always. Amanda Duff is the female lead - she's pretty and likeable and went on to marry Philip Dunne in real life.

The story isn't that much - boring old smugglers - and feels anti climactic after previous films involving blowing up French fleets and Genghis Khan's treasure. Also it felt particularly easy to figure out the identity of the big baddie. It's minor Moto.

On the good side though the action does pump along well enough, the acting is pretty strong, and I particularly enjoyed the scene in the swamp. 

Movie review - "Camelot" (1967) **1/2

Needlessly expensive late 60s musical, which is really just about three people running around a castle. Richard Harris is very effective as the sensitive New Age King, Arthur - he's a very Irish Arthur, lyrical,soulful and poetic - to be honest you wouldn't really follow him into battle, he gives the impression that he would want to leave half way through to pick flowers (he has the whiff of a loser about him - you know he can't wait to forgive his wife and best mate for cheating on him together). 

Vanessa Redgrave is a kittenish Guinevere, flashing her bareback in some scenes (her and Arthur's relationship is a lot more physical and virile than most depictions of this marriage) and leading on Lancelot before falling for him and being tortured by love - I can't imagine what brisk, lady like Julie Andrews would have been like in this role. 

Franco Nero is a bit wet as Lancelot - actually everyone is a bit wet in this hippy-leaning production, except David Hemmings, who brings some badly needed spark as evil Mordred. The filmmakers have trouble reconciling its 60s right-on free-love Camelot-is-a-better-way ethos with sense of duty, etc (they don't really mix). At times, too, you can't help think of Monty Python and the Holy Grail number "Camelot",specifically Arthur's line "Actually let's not go to Camelot, it's a silly place." Pleasant tunes.

Movie review - "The Trial" (1962) **1/2

Like all Orson Welles films this has a devoted cult which is growing in recent years. Few of his films give greater talent of his awesome talent behind the camera - its constantly full of weird and wonderful angles, grotesque faces (who came first, Welles or Fellini?), stunning images.Few of his films give a greater indication of his deficiencies as a screenwriter - the film goes on and on, the hero is nervous from the start (twitchily played as ever by Anthony Perkins), it becomes confusing and repetitive. I'm always nervous admitting I didn't like Welles movies because all the lunatic fans out there, but it can't bedenied, I found this tiresome (having said that, subsequent viewings will probably make it more enjoyable). For all Welles' relationship with old Hollywood - Rita Hayworth, RKO, Hearst, etc - his heart and soul was art house. This is a big budget film with big sets and lots of extras. I just wish it had gone on something else, like Dracula.

Book review - "Blackbeard" by Angus Konstam

The problem with biographies on people about whom not much is known,really, is they tend to be full of assumptions and background detail (most bios of Shakespeare are like this - "Shakespeare may or may not have been born in X and he may or may not have been called Shakespeare and he may or may not have gone to school..." Konstam, the author of this bio on the world's best known pirate, does what he can - combs the newspapers and court records (not very thorough), makes educated guesses e.g. describing a typical pirate's career of the time, a typical pirate's ship. A believable picture emerges (though still one mostly drawn from Johnson's account): Blackbeard was a Bristol seamen who turned privateer (legal pirates) - then when the piece of paper making piracy legal was taken away he elected to stay with his chosen profession (something Bush and company should keep in mind if they genuinely think all those Iraqi insurgents they helped create are going to settle down to needlework after the Iraq War ends). It gets better as it goes on - not only do the adventures get more thrilling, the information gets more detailed - we have the adventures of Gov Spotswood, accounts of the trial and so on - though Konstam occasionally falls into the trap of being a true pirate nerd: going into detours about the spelling of the name and the composition of guns on his ship,etc (which is important stuff but may have been better say as a separate section in a book instead of part of the one continuous narrative).

Even shorn of hype, Blackbeard had an action packed life complete with a rich gallery of supporting characters - encounters with the wimpy Stede Bonnet (whose life is fascinating himself - turning pirate to escape his wife, buying his own ship, losing respect of his men, and getting caught after a battle where the ships were stuck on sandbars), dealings with the probably corrupt Gov Eden, parties on the beach with sadistic Charles Vane, abandoning his crew on the beach, and most of all his spectacular final battle, duel (with Lt Maynard, about whom surprisingly little is still known) and death. It makes you shake your head as to why they didn't film it in the Robert Newton Blackbeard or some other old school pirate movie - and also wish they had made a film of William Goldman's The Sea Kings (about Blackbeard and Bonnet - and the casting of Sean Connery and Roger Moore would have been magic).

Movie review - "Susan Slept Here" (1954) *1/2

One of the last films from RKO and one of the last with Dick Powell as an actor and it's of such a quality as to make you not feel too sad about either. There is some colourful Frank Tashlin direction with many of his trademarks beloved by auteurists (satire, dream sequences, cartoony moments), and the initial idea isn't bad but it soon gets yucky and tiresome.

Powell is a comedy screenwriter looking for inspiration on a juvenile delinquent picture so the cops drop off a JD (played by perhaps the most inappropriate actor in Hollywood for the part, Debbie Reynolds)- he winds up marrying her to avoid gaol and they eventually fall in love.

There are some unpleasant supporting characters, both Powell assistants - an alcoholic old maid (alcoholism... ha ha ha ha) and a camp assistant reminiscent of David Wayne in Adam's Rib who is supposed to be straight. Are we meant to be happy that Powell and Reynolds wind up together? It's all a bit too Woody Allen and Soon Yi.

Anne Francis, as Powell's girlfriend, is criminally under-used, Powell looks tired, Reynolds is professional and chirpy but miscast. There are some funny gags about Hollywood.

Book review - Vidal novel #4 - "A Season of Comfort" by Gore Vidal

At the ripe old age of 24 Vidal used up the material of his life -"Williwaw" was war service, "City and the Pillar" was teen love, and this one pretty much covers the interesting stuff of his life: we get are-hash of teen love with the baseball player, but the main thrust of this one is a boy's relationship with his manipulative mother, thinly veiled portrait of Nina Vidal; there's also the politician grandfather (not blind, though) and his wife, a like able but a bit distant father,growing up in Washington, boarding school, and armed service. 

I think it's Vidal's strongest book til that date - the handling is sure, it's well written, the characters are (understandably) well evoked. But surely after this he'd exhausted his own life and had to think up other things to write about. There is something stopping it from reaching greatness, though, and I think I know what it is - Vidal's writing always hovers just above the action, he never seems really to plunge into the emotional waters. When talking about the big moods - love, lust, happiness, sadness - there is always this element of distance. I wonder if this comes from Vidal's upbringing - because his mother was so draining, he had to cut himself off from life a little, to set himself apart. This gave him the discipline to have a long and productive career, but means that his wor k(in most of the stuff I've read to date) is a bit emotionally remote. He cuts a vein but doesn't really splash it. 

Compare to Tennessee Williams,who let it flowed all over the page - but got hooked on drugs, etc. So when Vidal's surrogate, Billy, talks about how his mother has this hold on him and makes him happy/sad, we don't really feel it.

Book review - "A Homage to Daniel Shays: Essays 1956-72" by Gore Vidal

Vidal is a good novelist, screenwriter and playwright, but is an essayist of genius. This is a top notch collection of pieces, helped by the fact he wasn't quite as angry in the early years so didn't crap on about FDR forcing us into WW2 or oil juntas as much. 

There are pieces on commercial theatre (he defends Williams but gets stuck into Arthur Miller, which is a little unfair), novels, writing for television (a genre at which he was one of the top stars along with Serling and Chayefsky). He is particularly brilliant on novels, with some great pieces on Norman Mailer and John Dos Passos, novelists as "recorders"rather than people who actually imagine things, the fact Americans prefer their novelists to be doomed (very true). 

Marvellous demolition of literary critics, especially some poor soul called Richard Gilman and a very funny review of a book on himself (he refers to himself as"Subject"). He is a bit wonkier on sex - a funny review of Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex (But Were Afraid to Ask) he pokes fun of Doc Ruebens making sweeping unsupported statements (to which he says any decent professor would write in the margins "prove"), then goes on to make some himself (and in the copy of the book from the University of Qld library I have read someone wrote in the margins "prove" - very clever); you can't help thinking at times when he's going "hey we're all bisexual and you can be a man and muck around with another man and still get married" he's trying to increase his own constituency. 

He also starts to froth a bit at the mouth when talking about his idea for an Authority to regulate the environment and dispense birth control - years before Gattaca (in which Vidal had a small role - I'd love to hear his thoughts on that film). But generally this is consistently brilliant -surely the best book reviewer ever?

Movie review - "Operation Petticoat" (1959) ***

This has one of the all time great concepts - well, for a leering 50sc omedy anyway: a bunch of nurses hitch a ride on a sub in WW2 just after Pearl Harbour. So its surprising that it takes around 40 minutes for the nurses to come into play - indeed, at two hours the film is much too long.
Cary Grant and Tony Curtis are well teamed as the leads - Curtis does a version of Ensign Pulver but it's a very good one and the casino and escapade with a pig are both very funny.
Love the character of the big boobed klutzy nurse - that's all she is, big b*obs and klutzy, constantly interrupting people in corridors.
Didn't much like Curtis' romance with Dina Merrill - he's supposed to be this louse but she meets him and goes "I'm going to marry him" then gets upset when he says she's engaged... where does she get off assuming he's going to marry her? It's not like true love, more like a desperate woman trying to trap someone into something he doesn't want to do. I didn't like them winding up together at the end, he would have been better off hooking up with the rich girl (and I didn't believe Curtis would stay in the navy after the war, either).
Story wise I think it would have been better had the sub done something really useful at the end, like sink a Japanese ship. This is an early example of metrosexual comedy, with Curtis being a skilled dancer, jokes about underwear, the ship's crew suffering labour pains - women are generally shown to be a positive influence on men, apart from the sequence where the klutz stops Grant from sinking a ship

Movie review - Doctor #2 - "Doctor at Sea" (1955) **1/2

Doctor in the House was unusually suited for sequel treatment (a doctor can be put in almost any situation) so Rank bundled Dirk Bogarde on to a ship, enabling him to (a) wear whites (b) deal with some whacky foreigners, a story line beloved by Rank in the 50s. Without Kenneth More back Bogarde has a bit more screen time - though he does have a lecherous mate, some red haired officer on the ship.

Some actors in the first film - James Robertson Justice and Geoffrey Keene - return but indifferent roles (though again similarly authoritarian - only slightly looser than Doctor in the House. It's as if Doctor in the House was set at school, but this one is on a school overseas trip). Many of the gags involve Bogarde fleeing from women - although he does register some enthusiasm for a very pretty Brigitte Bardot, pre-And God Created Woman with her star quality just bubbling beneath the surface.

Play review - "Television plays" by Gore Vidal

In the Golden Age of television, writers became stars - not as big as the actual actors on screen, eg Ward Bond, Lucille Ball, but still names to be reckoned with. I once read Variety weekly from 1954 through this period and was struck by the importance placed on writers, it was like Broadway - Chayefsky was the star, with the phenomenon of Marty, but following were three others who made up "the big four": Reginald Rose, Rod Serling and Gore Vidal. Each became better known for other things (Chayefsky for his screenplays, Rose for The Defenders, Serling for The Twilight Zone, Vidal for his novels), but each gained fame earl yon the basis of a classic television script: Rose's was Twelve Angry Men, Serling's was Patterns and Requiem for a Heavyweight, Vidal's was The Death of Billy the Kid and Visit to a Small Planet. These scripts were made into movies, Broadway shows, and published - hence this volume of Vidal's work. It is accompanied by an introduction and brief chats on each of the plays.

Vidal only got into television in order to make money (sales of his novels had been declining) but he proved a natural - he never wrote down to the medium, was educated so could draw on a lot of topics (originals, history stories, adaptations),was a natural dramatist with a flair for dialogue and construction. The key difference with television plays was its use of the close up and Vidal could write great roles - he was not the best for sweeping visual stories (neither were the other big four, or any major writer to come out of television, for that matter).

The plays:

Dark Possessions - his first effort and it's a strong one, a murder mystery with a split personality twist.

A Sense of Honour - a crazy man sets out to shoot a political boss. An insight into the mind of an assassin, it's very effective and demonstrates the quality of work Vidal put in for the small screen (I wish they'd bring back the anthology).

Summer Pavilion - Vidal reworks The Cherry Orchard - you know, even when he was ripping something off its still ripping off a high quality product

Visitor to a Small Planet - not as much fun as the expanded theatre version (in which the character of Gen Powers gets more time) but still a pleasingly irreverent piece of satire. Frank Tashlin should have directed the film adaptation.

The Death of Billy the Kid - Vidal shows just how versatile he can be by coming up with an excellent Western, a look at the psychopathic Billy the Kid. Vidal had always been fascinated by Billy but not really keen on doing all the research to write a book, so, like William Goldman with Butch Cassidy, finally got his chance with a screenplay.

Smoke and Burn are both short (30 mins) adaptations of William Faulkner stories, who as Vidal admits adapts surprisingly well to the small screen (and make one wish they'd given Vidal the job of turning The Sound and the Fury into a film) - both mysteries of a kind -Smoke is a who-dunnit, Burn is a will-he-do-it-again-it. There's also Turn of the Screw also well done.

The quality of all these works is consistently high and shows Vidal's sure grasp of structure and ability to work in a variety of voices(consider it: Chekhov family drama, satire, western, mysteries) - and make one wish that anthology would come back. You can't believe the writers at the time didn't realise how lucky they were but reading the intros you mostly hear whining about having to do so much. But that's writers, I guess.

NB behind every greater writer of television there was often a great director (who would add to the script rather than change it) - for Chayefksy it was Delbert Mann, for Vidal it was Robert Mulligan. So take a bow, Bob.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Movie review - "The Bourne Ultimatum" (2007) ***1/2 (warning: spoilers)

Because this was going to be the entry where we discover the truth about Jason Bourne it was set up to be a rare third-one-in-the-series which was as good as the other two, and further re-assurance was provided by the return of Tony Gilroy and Paul Greengrass.
Certainly much of it is excellent, particularly two massive action set pieces: a chase through Waterloo Station and a similar one through the streets of Tangier (this features some "jumping through window" stunts which are literally breathtaking). But some of the script is annoyingly loose or undeveloped, as if they had to rush it through to make a shoot date: why have a scene with Bourne and his dead girlfriend's brother which doesn't pay off? (You could have used it that the brother tells Bourne about the newspaper article instead of him just having read it). Its far too much of a coincidence to have Julia Stiles just rock up (they could have taken the sting out of it - she could have told the Madrid CIA guy about Bourne, which prompted him to talk to the journalist - as it is the Madrid CIA guy's motivation is never discussed and Stiles comes across as a coincidence). While David Straithairn adds authority as a baddie, Scott Glenn has probably been in this sort of movie one too many times and Albert Finney's last minute appearance would have been a bit more exciting had we not already had a similar turn from him in "Oceans 12".
The film misses emotional opportunities wholesale, with a promising Stiles-Bourne plot only hinted at and Bourne not really doing anything much with the discovery of his real identity (he finds out he volunteered... that's it??? How about finding out about his family, more about his past, etc.) The dialogue has too many "we have a situation"s.
And the ending with it-all-hits-the-media-and-congressional-hearings-result struck as false because that never happens in real life and one of the best things about the Bourne films was they seemed more realistic than other action movies (at times the action here approaches cartoony levels, too, with Bourne just knocking out most of the people out to get him and only killing them if they're really, really bad, and Bourne surviving falling off the top of a building in a car without barely a scratch - and an assassin surviving a head-on collision in a sequence which is a bit too similar to the one in Bourne Supremacy. And how does he get into the CIA office anyway?).
So you start to pick - I totally believed the first two because they were sort of rogue operations but surely no way is the CIA this efficient ("I want X men on the ground, I want the whole system shut down") - although maybe this is why they can't find Osama Bin Laden, they spend all their time hunting down rogue operatives. And the thing with the structure of the film in relation to the timing of the second film is really clever.

Movie review - "Black Sheep" (2007) ***

Some of this is pure comic nirvana, such as scenes of terrified humans fleeing hordes of flesh-eating sheep galloping over the hills. It helps being a Kiwi film, too - if it was Australian it wouldn't be quite as funny (cute little New Zealand seems a lot more natural to breed monsters). Plenty of gore and humour - not quite in the class of Bad Taste but better made and more polished acting, etc. It lacks a third act twist - it feels as though it needs the introduction of a new element or something (a government official, a sheep hunter or something like that), and it's a shame the most charismatic likeable member of the cast, the Maori bloke, goes missing for large slabs of the film.

Movie review - "State Fair" (1962) **

Students of remakes should check out this version of the popular Rogers-Hammerstein musical. It made so many choices which at the time you can understand why they did it and probably seemed like the right choices to make but brought together it never quite works. You might say 1962 was too late for this sort of material but 1963 saw The Flower Drum Song become a hit and 1965 of course saw The Sound of Music. You might argue they shouldn't have updated it but there was plenty of popular contemporary corn flowing around - the Tammy movies and so on. Jose Ferrer isn't known today as a great director, but in 1962 he'd just made the reasonably popular Return to Peyton Place for Fox, and a couple of reasonably regarded other films (e.g. Cockleshell Heroes), and had directed a number of musicals on stage. 

And the casting would have all seemed spot on - Pat Boone was a natural choice to play the farm boy (indeed, he's fine, much better than Dick Haymes in the 1945 version); Ann Margaret had just been launched with Pocketful of Miracles and a sizzling performance at the Oscars, so seemed logical to play the "vamp"; Pamela Tiffin (in the sweet pea part) was fresh off a strong, funny debut performance in One Two Three; Bobby Darin was a big name with some hit films behind him and would have seemed ideal; Tom Ewell fine for the parents and good old Alice Faye making a comeback as ma. They added some car racing for Boone but I don't think that makes much difference.

Nope, the only real mistake I can see that they should have picked up at the time was relocating the story to Texas - there is something inherently Americana about it being in Iowa, whereas Texas has always come across as a more independent, maverick state. It's not a cute state like Iowa - there is less corn, more cactus. It's also wider - indeed the whole film feels more "spread out" than the 1945 version: instead of a carnival there's a race track, Ann Margaret's numbers are a lot more elaborate than Vivien Blaine's, etc - which means the intimate, cosy feel of the earlier film has gone.

Anyway, the film doesn't work and in hindsight the biggest reason is the cast: Tom Ewell's speciality was urban disaffected businessmen (e.g. Seven Year Itch), he doesn't feel rural in the way Charles Winninger or Will Rogers did; ditto Alice Faye as mom - instead of going "that's loveable old mom" you keep going "that's old Alice Faye making a comeback"; Tiffin is pretty and I like her in other films but feels too modern here (her speciality was wacky spoilt rich girls e.g. Harper, One Two Three) - she's certainly not as perfectly cast as Jeanine Crain; studios always tried-Ann Margret as a vamp (e.g. Kitten with a Whip, Stagecoach) but she was better (and more popular) as the girl next door (Bye Bye Birdie, Viva Las Vegas) - she also feels too young for a role which requires someone with a bit more experience on her, in the eyes at least; Bobby Darin is just plain sleazy where Dana Andrews was merely sharp, and the Darin-Tiffin chemistry isn't very strong. 

Apparently this was the first film where Pat Boone had a screen kiss - he certainly made the most of it, with his shirt off lounging on Ann Margaret's lap. Way to go, Pat!

Movie review - Ladd #3 - "Lucky Jordan" (1942) **1/2

Light-hearted, enjoyable war-turning-louse-into-good-person story with Alan Ladd very engaging as the gangster who is drafted and tries to get out of it straight away. The first two thirds of this is lots of fun - Ladd is a louse but not a super louse, his lawyer hires an old drunk lady to pretend to be his mother, he kidnaps a WAC (Helen Walker) and goes AWOL, then gets involved with his old cohorts selling secrets to the Nazis (that old Nazi reliable Miles Mander pops up). 

Walker is a bit of a jaffa ("just another frigging female actor") but is pretty and likeable - her promising career was hurt in 1946 when he picked up three hitchhikers and crashed the car, killing one of them (NB for some reason many of Ladd's co stars had tragedy in their life - Veronica Lake, Gail Russell, etc).

The best bits are the scenes with Ladd and his shonky lawyer and Ladd and the little old lady (the two of them form a touching bond and the Nazis beating her up make him go looking for revenge - ok it's hokey but it works). But the last third it runs out of plot and so you've just got Ladd and the baddies running around in circles. Ladd is good looking, confident and totally at home in the role.

Book review - "Dark Green, Bright Red" by Gore Vidal

Early Vidal work shows his inexperience - it takes a while to get going, and he's slightly awkward with how he strings his words together, and there is too much time at the beginning with the not very interesting American soldier who likes to look at himself in the mirror (it's like "come on, Gore, really..."). But its an interesting subject matter once the revolt starts it gets better (even if you never really shake the feeling that Vidal doesn't care much for the locals either, especially the Indians); it also improves with all the interior monologues esp. of more interesting characters like the General and De Cluny, the General's French speech writer. It feels as though Vida relates more to de Cluny, with his talk about the art of writing, than the lead, Peter - its stronger on writing than military stuff. For a book about a revolution it is disappointingly low on excitement - only at the end, when things go pear-shaped, does it become thrilling (which I guess is the point, but even when things were going well for the General and so on, couldn't they have made it more exciting) - and even this section throws away opportunities. Its as though all the boldness went into the concept of the CIA being manipulative, and now that's old hat the book lacks something.

Book review - "George Raft" by Lewis Yablonsky

George Raft has one of the great tragic acting careers - did any actor make so many bad career decisions? In the world of karma, I guess what goes around comes around - if you're unusually lucky as Raft was, you're going to be unusually unlucky. Actually, you can't put it down to luck - I think Raft deserved his early success. He had a rough childhood but worked hard at his boxing and later dancing - he was obviously a great dancer, put in the hard yards, worked his way up; even though he wasn't the best actor in the world or even conventionally handsome he could move and had a sinister presence; he was three things in real life - a great dancer, a ladies man and an associate of gangsters - which all helped him make a hit on screen. Scarface and a flipping coin helped make him a star, and he was put under contract to Paramount.

Few of his early 30s films post-Scarface are remembered that well, except for Bolero but a couple of his late 30s efforts seem to be revived fairly often, e.g. Spawn of the Sea. (As one writer pointed out, because he had such a striking image he enjoyed a high public profile, probably greater than his box office standing deserved). Despite turning down Dead End Raft's luck still held when he went over to Warner Bros and made some strong films there. But then came the idiocy - turning down High Sierra and The Maltese Falcon, apparently also Double Indemnity and Casablanca (though from what I understand he was only considered for the latter). Then to compound it he left Warners in a huff - a studio who knew exactly how to cast him - and freelanced, making very little that was memorable and spending all his money ("I had to keep tipping people, I have an image"; also financial troubles meant he missed an opportunity to invest in the Flamingo Hotel in Vegas, which could have made him a millionaire). OK maybe it was rough the Poms didn't let him in the country in the late 60s but he went out of his way to befriend Bugs Siegel even after knowing what sort of person Siegel was.

This is an extremely sympathetic bio, well written with great interviews with people like Howard Hawks, Jack Lemmon, Dean Martin, the Zanucks and Edward G Robinson as well as Raft itself. The author goes easy on Raft but still can't hide the fact that Raft was a big headed idiot who made the fatal mistake of many film stars, i.e. thinking he knew what he was doing, instead of working with the best people he possibly could have. His life would make a great movie - it has been made into a film, the not very good George Raft Story, but it could be done better than that (even if the ending is kind of glum): his early adventures with gangsters, his friendship with Bugsy Siegel, teaching Jack Lemmon (in drag) and Joe E Brown to tango on the set of Some Like It Hot; working at a casino in Cuba when Castro took over; being used by Daryl Zanuck as a front to make a film just to keep Bella Darvi busy when in fact there was no film (and Zanuck didn't tell Raft) etc. It was a great ride, and Raft can certainly never complain he hasn't been to enough places and had enough women. I just wish he'd been able to hang on to a bit more of his money.

NB for those interested in reading more about Raft, check out his FBI files (mostly concerning his relationship with gangsters) here.

Movie review - "ET" (1983) ****

Enormously popular on release somehow it seems to be less revived than other Gen X classics e.g. Star Wars. I remember being scared going to see it when I was little, that I would cry - "you see ET and you'll cry". Watching it again years down the track I was struck by a number of things: John Williams' music score was a bit over the top bombastic, the strength of Henry Thomas' lead performance, the sheer overwhelming cuteness of Drew Barrymore, the innocuousness of the poor old buck toothed guy no one remembers who plays Thomas' elder brother (but he performs a key role - kids movies often place great emphasis on impressing your elder brother, look at how Harry Potter is always impressing his prefect), the skill of Melissa Matheson's script ("this is reality Greg"), but most of all the skill of Spielberg's direction. So many clever touches - like making Thomas wear red so you always know its him, the thrilling final chase, etc

TV review - "The Sopranos" - Season 1

I've a theory you can learn about what American family life in the 60s was really like from The Munsters more so than proper family shows - because the latter had to present an idealised picture it would be off balance, whereas the Munsters had an in-built point of difference and could be more accurate. This is why, also, I think The Sopranos can be so accurate and cutting about American family life. Because its about the Mafia, that is the gimmick - so it can be more truthful in other others. So while there are some key differences (dad's job, dad's hot mistress, problems with the police), you feel the shock of recognition in so much of it: Tony's mid life crisis, the mother who always complains about her son then complains that her son would complain about her, putting mum in a home and complaining about how much it costs and it makes mum miserable, an overweight son hooked on Nintendo, a teenage daughter who clashes with her mother, etc.

It took me ages to get around watching this show and a few eps to get into it, but it is extremely well done - beautifully acted (what a stunning collection of Italian American actors), funny, exciting. The main debit is too many characters talk too much about movies - obviously this does go on in real life, but it's too much here, and reflects I think the life experience of people writing television shows. And these macho shows seem unable to resist showing women's tits (e.g. David Milch's stuff).

Best episode for me was the one where Tony takes his daughter to see colleges and runs into a person he thinks is an old stoolie, though I also liked the last few. James Gandolfini and Edie Falco are especially magnificent.

Book review - "The Other Side of Me" by Sidney Sheldon

Most best-selling phenomenons seem to have fairly average pre-book writing history, e.g. Tom Clancy was in insurance, John Grisham a lawyer, JK Rowling did whatever she did in between freezing and writing in a café. Sheldon was an exception - before he sold by the truck load in the 70s he'd already come off a major career writing for Broadway, television and film. Consider his track record - Broadway was mostly adaptations but successful ones, on television he created two legendary shows (Patty Duke and I Dream of Jeannie - a third, Hart to Hart was created after he became a best selling novelist - which, I'm sorry, is just plain showing off), wrote a number of popular films (mostly musicals but he also won the Oscar for The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer), even directed twice though both times unsuccessfully.
His childhood was a bit rough, though in hindsight both his parents seem to have had ideal characteristics for a successful author - dad was a con man, mum worshipped little Sidney. There was tragedy in his life - he is a manic depressive, one child died as a baby, they adopted another but then the real mother changed her mind and asked for her back. A fast paced enjoyable read with plenty of stuff about movie stars and people, etc (Dore Schary gets a bit of a shellacking for being a coward, Larry Hagman was trouble on the set of Jeanie, Patty Duke had a horrid life, the secret to Arthur Freed's success was pretty much just to hire really talented people and sit back and watch) - I would have enjoyed more on the life of a best-selling novelist, but maybe that wasn't that interesting.

Movie review - Elvis #4 - "King Creole" (1958) ***1/2

Often cited as the best Elvis movie - I wouldn't agree with that (Viva Las Vegas is more of an 'Elvis movie') but it is arguable the best film that Elvis was in. A JD film crossed with a bit of musical stuff - the opening scene of deserted New Orleans streets feels almost Porgy and Bess like, and the scene where Elvis sings along to a girl on the radio is similarly theatrical.
Elvis is at his most early-period Tony Curtis here - all snarls, swivelling hips and chip on the shoulder. He's charismatic and very strong, though he isn't protected as well as he should be - for instance there's an awful bit where he gives the "poor me" exposition all by himself... that's the job for a supporting character, guys!
Although Dolores Hart is the nominal love interest, far more time is spent on Elvis' relationship with Carolyn Jones, which is heavily adult - but because she's a mistress, she has to die.
Walter Matthau is effective as a gangster, as is Vic Morrow as a thug.

Movie review - "Beat the Devil" (1954) ***1/2

Its easy to see why this wasn't a box office success - for all the surface similarities to The Maltese Falcon it lacks that film's narrative drive, there is no real coat hanger pushing things along (e.g. in Falcon it was Bogie investigating a crime), you want to find Bogie the hero but you're not sure if he is, the ending is too abrupt, etc; but on the other hand its easy to see why this is a cult favourite - the cast is delightful, the dialogue witty and weird, and the whole thing has an off-kilter quality, where you genuinely don't know what's going to happen next, probably because the filmmakers didn't either (the film I guess its closest to it His Kind of Woman).
Bogie was really showing his age by this stage, especially when sucking on a smoke, but is still good value - ditto Peter Lorre, Robert Moreley and the other rogues, plus - a big surprise for me - Jennifer Jones as a compulsive liar. I was never a big Jones fan but she's great fun here.
The film also has a pleasing cynical tone and total irreverence for marriage vows - Bogie's married to Gina Lollobrigida (who doesn't actually have that much to do) but he gets involves with Jones why she chases Jones' husband.
With all the grotesques and flashy dialogue I got the feeling it was reminiscent of an Orson Welles film.

(Full movie here)

Movie review - "Kentucky Fried Movie" (1977) **1/2

Not as hilarious-seeming as it was when I was ten, but still full of moments of brilliance - particularly ads, like the Hare Krishna's advertising beer, the alternative ways of getting oil, trailers such as Catholic High School Girls in Trouble and Cleopatra Schwartz. Some bits go on too long, like the Enter the Dragon spoof, and others just clunk, and it might have benefited from having some actors re-appear (I think one or two do - but a more regular cast gives a feeling of greater recognition. Surely we could have had more of George Lazenby who's only in one scene). But still very funny.

Play review - "Three Plays" by Gore Vidal

A volume of Vidal's work for British audiences, with a typically witty introduction that covers the fact that two of the plays (both hits on Broadway) flopped in the UK.

"Visi to a Small Planet" is a charming... fable, I guess you could call it about a child-like alien who comes to earth. Vidal later claimed that Mork and Mindy borrowed from his play but its clear his work is more than a little inspired by The Day the Earth Stood Still (imagine that where the Michael Rennie character is keen on wrecking havoc instead of Doing The Right Thing). It's good fun, with lots of satire (though perhaps easy targets): the career minded general, the television pundit, the pundit's silly wife, their wacky daughter and his boyfriend. I also enjoyed the aide whose mind is all too easily read. The work felt as though it lacked a little something - another plot twist or key character or something. It was expanded from a television hour and you can kind of tell. I was surprised it had such a long run on Broadway - maybe the star performers were particularly strong. The climax is a sort of deux ex machina - only one invited by one of the lead characters, so does that count as a deux ex machina?

"March to the Sea" is a lot more interesting, though even Vidal admits it is flawed. Also adapted from a television play, although there is a bit more meat here. It is sort of Little Foxes meets All My Sons - Vidal says in an enlightened intro he felt the main problem was his inability to make up his mind about the lead guy, a wealthy self-made Southern farmer who has raised his sons with ideals of honour and sacrifice but when push comes to shove follows the practical line. The farmer has an eye for a buck - but running off to fight a war is silly. Vidal doesn't quite bring it all together but it is a fascinating, strong play with an effective character in the Union officer who turns up and who has been burnt by war. Vidal says the opening scene is tedious - it isn't as good as the rest, I admit, but wasn't that bad. Script editing thought: could he have just cut it? Or should he have set it before the war?

"The Best Man" is the third one and is the best - I think because Vidal really knows this world, whereas the others are from his imagination. Its the fight between two political candidates, an Adlai Stevenson type (intellectual, womanising, funny,) and a Richard Nixon (ruthless, smart, prick). Full of bright dialogue, with weight from the ex-president Harry Truman like support character. The female characters are a bit misogynist I guess - the conservative women's expert, the ruthless wife of Nixon - but from all accounts there were women like this in American politics around this time. Great final act twist, with Adlai pulling out in favour of a mediocrity. Surely this greatly influenced The West Wing. Highly entertaining and enjoyable.

The volume is accompanied by some essays, which are even better than the plays (as we would find out about Vidal's novels.