Showing posts with label Yvonne de Carlo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yvonne de Carlo. Show all posts

Friday, July 07, 2023

Book review - "Queen of Technicolor: Maria Montez in Hollywood" by Tom Zimmerman

 Maria gets a book she deserved - one that takes her seriously, goes in depth to her life, times and films. Debunks a lot of myths (Canary Islands, Dominican diplomat) and clarifies: she was the daughter of a well off Dominican planter, married some dude at twenty and was with him for a bit, dumped him, went to New York to be discovered, was, signed to Universal. Things I thought were false were true (eg fiancee who died flying a plane).

Montez worked hard and was lucky - in that Universal put her in a sarogn, yes, but also that a classy producer Walter Wagner could arrange for colour, and she clicked with Sabu and Jon Hall. Without Hall she struggled: Tangier, Pirates of Monterey. Yvonne de Carlo took her place though also Montez simply moved countries.

The films are affectionately treated. The photo sessions get very thorough treatment. Maybe there's one too many sentences describing them. But they were important, I guess.

Montez comes across as a likeable figure. Driven, smart, a bit eccentric. It wasn't worth her fighting with Universal but I don't think that her going along with Frontier Gal helped. If she'd been more co operative I think she would've gone out of fashion - I can't see her kicking on like de Carlo or Maureen O'Hara. 

She had a close family, married well. It was a good life. Still had money. Had some flops but she would've kept employed. She died tragically young (heart attack in bath) but it would've been quick and painless.

Zimmerman did a very good job.

Saturday, May 02, 2020

Movie review - "Won Ton Ton the Dog That Saved Hollywood" (1976) *

Michael Winner wasn't known for being the king of comedy, though he did make The Jokers. Winner blamed Bruce Dern for a lot of the film's failure - he's not Mr Laughs either. He's definitely not up to Madeleine Kahn who is lots of fun - also spot on is Teri Garr who I wish had a bigger part.

On one hand I enjoyed the old person cameos but it did make the film feel old. Cameos are fun but everyone was elderly. It made the whole movie smell old time-y.

Winner keeps everything at a fast pace but there's an air of desperation about it. The movie has no heart. The Jokers had heart because it was about brothers and a world that Winner knew about. He's removed from 1920s Los Angeles. There's no warmth.

The film should have focused on the dog and its relationship with Kahn, but everything feels surface. Kahn is fun but looking at it, she's too broad. She plays it like a support part. Teri Garr would have been better in her role with Kahn in support. Or have Kahn play Dern's role. There were some female directors. But that was probably too much for the filmmakers. Maybe Michael Crawford would have worked in Dern's role.

I laughed at some bits like the dog trying to hang himself. But this felt too much like a movie where they went for laughs without thinking of the point - and the laughs aren't of sufficient quality. They're not Mel Brooks.

There's a good movie to be made in the story of Rin Tin Tin. But the satire is too broad. The filmmakers get bored with the dog and keep changing focus - Rob Liebman takes over the movie at one stage playing a Valentino type. Mad cap in the worst way.

Still, I've seen it now, at least.

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

Movie review - "Sombrero" (1953) **1/2

MGM had a bunch of Latino types under contract - Ricardo Montalban, Fernando Lamas - so Dore Schary decided to make a film set in Mexico. They had to pad out the cast with some Latino-ish types - Canadian Yvonne de Carlo, Italian Vittorio Gassman, Cyd Charisse, Italian Pier Angeli.

This is a collection of three stories, which loosely interconnect (some characters know each other, everyone lives in the same village). They're all romances - poor de Carlo loves rich Gassman but he's dying, cocky Montalban loves retiring Angeli, poor Rick Jason (another Schary discovery whose career did little) loves rich Charisse.

None of it is particularly interesting. It was shot on location in Mexico, which gives it novelty, but doesn't seem terribly authentic. There's an occasional great dance number and I wondered if this wouldn't have been better as a musical so you could've at least gotten some great dance numbers.

Thursday, May 02, 2019

Movie review - "Shotgun" (1955) **

The main point of interest for this western is that it was co written by Rory Calhoun. Calhoun was one of the smarter 50s heart throbs, parlaying what could have very short career into a lifetime go at it. He found a decent run with Westerns in particular - he wrote and produced as well as star.

He co wrote this one but doesn't star in it - it was made by Allied Artists and Calhoun was under contract to Universal. The star is Sterling Hayden in a Calhoun-style role. I'm not a big fan of Hayden - love his personal story, but on screen I find he mumbles.

Still he teams well with Yvonne de Carlo, even though De Carlo is dressed more frumpish than usual. It was like she aged overnight on screen.

Both play people with Pasts - De Carlo has been Around, and so has Hayden. They are travelling across country chasing bad people.

A lot of this consists of two or three handers - Zachary Scott comes along well and is smarmy. He's less effective outdoors.

This is okay. Director Lesley Selander knew what he was going - but doesn't do it terribly well. There's a bit of action, a name cast, nothing particularly special about it.

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Movie review - "Band of Angels" (1957) *

I have a soft spot for Yvonne de Carlo - she was clearly an old pro, has been around forever, and made a lot of films which I enjoy: Easterns, film noir, Westerns, comedies. She was never considered a top rank star but being cast in The Ten Commandments made Hollywood spark up and earned her a plumb role in this, a Civil War melodrama. Although the film stars Clark Gable, who has a juicy role, it's really de Carlo's story.

The central concept of the film is strong: a woman (de Carlo) is raised in the old South on a plantation, but discovers on her father's death that she's part black and is "owned" by a slave trader. That's a great set up - a privileged woman whose position in the world is pulled out from underneath her, who has to fight to survive. Gone with the Wind with a black heroine - that's awesome.

But given this the filmmakers - I haven't read the original novel, but they could have changed it - make a whole lot of mistakes.They invoke Wind a lot - Clark Gable's casting as a buccaneering southerner, a Southern heroine, balls, raping Yankee soldiers, kindly slave owners, a dim black slave like Butterfly McQueen - but never get close to that film's quality.

De Carlo isn't given much of a character to play - she's pretty and that's it. Scarlett O'Hara had drive - she was selfish but active, she wanted Ashley, ignored Rhett. What does De Carlo want? Gable? But Gable pushes her away and she doesn't seem to care. She has easy going relationships with Rex Reason and later Efrem Zimbalist Jnr; Patric Knowles tries to molest her, Gable wants her, Reason tries to rape her once he finds out she's black, Sidney Poitier seems to want her (de Carlo often played women who were pawed). But she's passive. They needed to give her something to do - fight for the blacks, escape, make money, chase after a guy, something. But the film can't make up its mind.

I think they should have given her the goal to be free - and structured the film around that. Or at least just have her love Gable all the way through and constantly try to get him instead of just accepting him pushing her away. But they don't

The film feels compromised by pussy footing around - "Oh we don't want to offend people in the south so lets have kindly slave owners and some rapey Yankees", "lets have Sidney Poitier hate whites justifiably but then slap de Carlo".

Gable's character is flat. A slave owner who buys women but does nothing with them - okay, yes, well, de Carlo sleeps with him But Only Because She Wants To. Then he turns her away because he - gasp - used to be a slave trader (why is this meant to shock when Gable meets De Carlo by Buying Her????). Gable looks bored and ill. He's got none of Rhett Butler's dash and swagger. What does he want? I mean if he's guilty, that's fine... have him want to kill himself, to self destruct, or to set black people free. But he just sort of mopes around.

The film's attitude to race is consistently dodgy. The film is full of kindly slave owners, like de Carlo's father, who never whips his slaves and is nice to them (when he dies all the blacks turn out to sing), and Gable who is nice to his slaves (they sing for him too). Everyone pats Gable on the back for raising Poitier so well... and Poitier is so touched that Gable raised him after rescuing him on a slave mission (!) that Poitier helps him escape.

Ugh. This film is awful. It starts off okay and gets worse. It's unfocused, and confusing, and offensive, and dramatically messy.

You could make the material work, easy. Have de Carlo find out she's black, get sold into slavery, be rescued by Gable to who is working off his guilt by setting slaves free, he frees her but she loves him so goes back.

Sidney Poitier comes off best because his character is the most consistent - he's a black who hates whites (until the end when he feels sorry for Gable).

De Carlo isn't very good, I'm sorry to say. Part of it is her character, who is passive, but a more charismatic star would have worked better - like Ava Gardner, say.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Movie review - "Flame of the Islands" (1956) **

In the mid 50s Yvonne de Carlo made two films for Republic Pictures, this and Magic Fire. Its an interesting ish tale about a PR woman who is given $100,000 by the man's very understanding widow who thinks de Carlo was his mistress.De Carlo heads down to the Bahamas with co worker (lover?) Zachary Scott and invests the money in a resort run by Kurt Kaznar, who was the poor man's Dr Smith in Land of the Giants. He's in cahoots with gangsters.

So essentially it's a film noir plot only its shot in colour and on location in the Bahamas. De Carlo's character is introduced as a sort of secretary but it's revealed she "did a bit of singing" so she performs at the night club - an awkward explanation to justify De Carlo doing a number (why not just set up her character as a singer instead of having her do that random office job?).

Also for a film noir there's a lot of talk of God - she visits a sermon by James Arness, where a lot of innocent black children sing (the only blacks we really see in this Bahamas-set film). There's also a bit of melodrama - De Carlo falls for Howard Duff, who she used to love but who doesn't remember her (nice!), and when he does remember her, his possessive mother won't let him go. So it's a film noir in color in the Bahamas with God and dance numbers and a bit of Douglas Sirk melodrama.

Then it becomes more Sirkian - it turns out de Carlo wasn't anyone's mistress, the mistress was Duff's mother, De Carlo was pregnant to Duff years ago and had a stillborn baby, de Carlo just took the money because someone offered and hey why not, and Duff's mother dies after talking to de Carlo and... anyway it just gets all silly and weird.

Like a lot of mid 50s de Carlo films, too much is going on. Why have Zachary Scott in this film? Why introduce an exciting element like gangsters co owning a casino and ignoring them until the end? Why spent all this time on Duff and De Carlo and have De Carlo just dump Duff over the phone? When did De Carlo and Arness fall in love? When he grabbed her?

There's a lot of pawing of De Carlo in this film - Scott does it and Kaznar and Arness. She sings two numbers both of which kind of stick out.

It's a bit of a mess but not unwatchable.

Movie review - "Raw Edge" (1956) ** (warning: spoilers)

The central idea of this Western might make an interesting revisionist tale in the hands of a feminist filmmaker but done via Universal 1956 it's just rapey.

It's set in Oklahoma 1842 where a local baron Herbert Rudley rules the area and has introduced a rule that if a woman is unaccompanied, the first man to get her, keeps her. His wife Yvonne de Carlo is attacked (raped?) and the guy blames his political enemy, John Gilmore who became John Gavin. The enemy is hung, his Indian wife Mara Corday therefore up for grabs and is snatched by another cowboy. Gilmore's brother Rory Calhoun arrives in town and goes abot looking for revenge.

There's a lot of plot in this film. In addition to all the stuff going on above, there's also Rex Reason as a mysterious gambler with his own agenda, Corday's Indian relatives, Rudley's offsider Neville Brand and his brother also want de Carlo.. And it's only 76 minutes.

Really there's too much going on. They would have been better off dealing with a few key strands better. Plots seem rushed like the Calhoun-de Carlo romance.

De Carlo looks fine is a professional - so is Calhoun. The best are Brand and Reason. It's good that Corday's Indian character has some status and is allowed to kill Rudley and go off. It makes no sense Calhoun lets Brand live - really it's just so Brand can come back at the end. Calhoun actually doesn't do that much in the film - Rudley is a strong villain but he's more defeated by the Indians, and Brand and his father. Also why is Reason in the film? He's enigmatic, he helps the heroes, then he's killed... why?

The colour is great, the handling slack, de Carlo's body double is very obvious in some scenes because the director handles them in mid shot over long takes.

And there's an unpleasant  rapey stuff - de Carlo is raped, she's considered property by Rudley, Brand wants to own her and calls her his property, even Calhoun drags her off after a chase, and then she wants to be Calhoun's property at the end. Corday was presumably Gilmore's property, then becomes property of another cowboy Robert Wilke, then becomes Indian property.

It gets some points in that pretty much the entire white cast is dead at the end of the film instead of Calhoun and de Carlo - no wonder she wants to go off with him.

There's a ballad over the beginning and end credits.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Movie review - "The Captain's Paradise" (1953) ***

Alec Guinness was a weird star of British films of the 1950s - a sort of other-wordly smugness/vagueness. This persona works well here, in this comedy about a ship's captain with two wives, one a stuffy British type in Gibraltar, the other a hot sexy thing in Spanish Morocco... because Guinness is so sexless it's not too full on. (I remember this worked for Dirk Bogarde in those doctor comedies - his lack of interest in women on screen made the films more charming, but when the cast obviously straight Michael Craig the film seemed sleazy).

The basic story is clever - it strikes at a universal theme - I think Australian Alec Coppel deserved his Oscar nomination.

It's been cast well - not just Guinness but Celia Johnson and Yvonne de Carlo are ideal. De Carlo was beginning to look her age here - or maybe it's more the gang at London Films didn't know how to give her the full beauty treatment.

It perhaps lacks a bit of development - a villain, say, or some through line. Gangsters or a missing set of jewels, or something to build. Maybe a bigger part for the love rival?

For a farce it's very spread out time-wise - the film covers a bunch of years (Johnson has children - we hardly see them - and the kids grow up and go to boarding school!) There is a second act - the wives start to want what the other one has (De Carlo wants to be domestic, Johnson wants to party), he which is fun... but it feels as though it lacks a third act.

Also I found the ending confusing - why Guinness was arrested and faced a firing squad. I had to look up what happened - he took the blame for a murder committed by de Carlo (why did she do it by the way? Hot blooded African-ness? why did he feel he had to take the blame? if he was so guilty about what he did he looked pretty smug paying off the firing squad? Personally I think Coppel just thought of that cool opening and didn't really work out how to justify it.)

Still it is fun - I loved Guinness' reactions to things, like dancing with de Carlo at a nightclub and being quiet and relaxed on Gibraltar with Johnson. De Carlo is having a good time as is Johnson and the support cast includes reliables like Peter Bull.

Some Australian touches (Coppel was Australian)  - a relative of Guinness' character says he spent a year in Australia "among the aboriginals" as a desire to find the meaning of life.

Movie review - "Hurricane Smith" (1952) **

The second of two films Yvonne de Carlo made for Nat Holt at Paramount. Both were written by Fran Gruber with Richard Arlen in a support role. The first, Silver City, had a slightly convoluted plot - this one is incredibly convoluted.

It needn't have been - I mean, really the film should have been about unjustly-accused-of-piracy John Ireland trying to get his money back, taking over a ship, fighting baddies, hiding who he really is on board ship, falling in love with Yvonne de Carlo who changes sides, getting his money.

But the script has two main flaws. It slips the heroic duties between Ireland and Forrest Tucker and Richard Arlen - the latter in particular didn't need to be in the film at all. I kept waiting for two of them to die, or turn bad, or something... but nope, they're all the same sort of person - rough and heroic. If the baddy thinks Tucker is Ireland, which is fine, why not have the baddy kill Tucker? Why have Arlen in the film at all? If they needed to give him a gig, make him the bad guy. (James Craig, borrowed from MGM, is fine by the way).

Also so much of the script fells contrived. Like, Ireland, Tucker and Arlen take over the ship... but they can't go looking for treasure they have to go to Australia to raise money... (NB there are scenes in a fictitious northern port of Australia called "Castleton"... it's not particularly Aussie of course). The real reason is so the slavers can turn up... and be put in the brig... and then when they're sailing there's all these sailors, there's the slave captain and his first mate, and some other sailor, and various sailors mutiny and everyone changes sides. There's all these villains... the slaver, the slaver's first mate, Jim Craig, de Carlo, de Carlo's father. I kept thinking "consolidate all these frigging characters". It's a mess. And it's pointless.

The colour is impressive, the quality of acting solid (even if Ireland spends far too much time shirtless for someone who isn't in particularly good shape), the action good. Gruber just messes it up with a needlessly complicated script with too many characters.

De Carlo is fun. She doesn't have a huge role (it should have been bigger). She has a very camp moment on board listening to some musicians play an island tune and because she's half-Polynesian the jungle drums take hold of her and she goes into this dance routine. Although De Carlo came to fame as a replacement Maria Montez she was rarely as campy - but on this occasion, it's pure camp.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Movie review - "Hotel Sahara" (1951) **1/2

This film has such a bright central idea I'm surprised it hasn't been adapted/remade more - it would seem to be a natural musical/TV show... it's about a North African hotel which keeps having to deal with different occupiers during World War Two. So it spans a bit of time but is all the one location. (Come to think of it the basic idea is a little like Five Graves to Cairo/ Hotel Imperial)

Peter Ustinov does his funny voice thing as an Arab who runs the hotel. His chief worker is Yvonne de Carlo, who finds herself romancing the occupying Italians, British, Germans, French and (briefly) Americans. There's also other staff but these were the main two.

The French section of this felt a little tacked on - it was like a fourth act when maybe the film would have been tighter as a three act (Italian, British, German) with the Americans as a coda. There were inevitable elements of repetition. The film might have benefited with an overall story - a throughline about a map of mines in the area, say like in Five Graves to Cairo, or hidden arms caches, or a local spy or something.

The playing is very broad - there's no genuine threat, or basis in reality. If you can accept that you'll have a good time.

De Carlo has a high old time - she sings a few songs, runs around in a variety of swimsuits, does a few dances. It's a very good opportunity for her. I'm watching a lot of De Carlo movies - because I like the types of movies she made I want to enjoy her acting more than I do. She's pleasant, and fun, mind - she just lacks the focus of the great stars that's all. Ustinov has more charisma.

The support cast includes David Tomlinson and Roland Culver.

Movie review - "Silver City" (1951) **1/2

Yvonne de Carlo leaves Universal and heads over to Paramount to make a film that is pretty much exactly like the kind of films she made at  Universal. It's a Western, with de Carlo as the feisty daughter of a crusty old timer who has a valuable mining lease. Rich Barry Fitzgerald wants to get his mitts on it but mining surveyor Edmond O'Brien intervenes. O'Brien has a Past... he was once corrupt, turning Richard Arlen against him.

Arlen used to star in a bunch of Pine Thomas movies and this is a little like the more expensive films of that company - its produced by Nat Holy who made a lot of Westerns.

There's some exciting action sequences - a chase on a train at the beginning and a fight in a saw mill at the end. (Though in both O'Brien is up against a random dude instead of the main villain).

The cast is good. Edmond O'Brien really has no business being a leading man in a Western - too chunky looking, not tough, not good looking enough for De Carlo - but he can act. Richard Arlen is decent in a surprisingly complex role. Actually come to think of it, it's probably too complex - I couldn't follow what was going on with that story or the filmmakers stuffed it: how much Arlen knew vs what O'Brien actually did, etc etc.

The guy who plays the evil gunslinger was good (Michael Moore, an insolent type) and Barry Fitzgerald's cutesy Irish schtick works as a nasty tycoon. The girl who played O'Brien's ex was a bit undercast.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Movie review - "Scarlet Angel" (1952) ***

Yvonne de Carlo gets one of her best roles as a slightly shady lady in 1865 New Orleans who decides to impersonate a woman who has died and is the widow of a man from a rich San Francisco family. Rock Hudson is the former blockade runner who gets swindled by de Carlo then chases after the debt. Do they fall in love? What do you reckon?

Hudson is a little too nice for the buccaneering character he plays but he has charisma and he and de Carlo team well - even if they can't quite crack the Rhett Butler-Scarlett O'Hara vibe the film is going for (he even has a "I get you baby" speech). It does help that both of them have a mercenary side - he doesn't turn her in so he can benefit financially, she's out for money too, which makes it fresh. I like the fact that they both clearly like money, sex and a good time and they aren't punished for it. (She takes part in a brawl and he laughs, delighted).

Helping the film age well is the greed of the support characters - a relative wants to prove she's a liar to get money, a man romances de Carlo to get money, an old saloon owner and private investigator try to blackmail her for money. I maybe wanted more resolution of De Carlo and the kid - I think they could have found a way for her and Hudson to raise him.

It was written by Oscar Brodney, a bit of an unappreciated filmmaker - he did a bunch of enjoyable unpretentious entertainments for Universal like this one. It's got pleasing set design and great colour. A fun movie.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Movie review - "Slave Girl" (1947) **1/2

Late 40s Yvonne de Carlo film from Universal which I thought would be more fun than it was especially after I heard the film was reshot to add more comedy including adding a talking camel. The talking camel inserts feel really clunky and dumb and the film lacks a certain spark.

I mean, it's got things I like - it's set on the Barbary Coast (there was a vogue for films set during the Barbary War during the late 1940s), there are dancing girls and Yvonne de Carlo, Andy Devine does some comic relief, it's in colour, it's an "Eastern".

But there's also things that don't work - Broderick Crawford tries to do comic relief, de Carlo's performance lacks a little spark, male lead George Brent it too old and lumbering for all his legendary off screen charm.

Maybe my view was hurt by the fact the print wasn't very good so I didn't get the full impact of the photography. But it is all over the place. Never quite gets its groove.

Movie review - "Black Bart" (1948) *** (warning: spoilers)

Fun good looking Western shot in that gorgeous late 40s colour which benefits from being full of cynical people. It's about a real life outlaw Black Bart - I assume he's been incredibly romanticised, as here played by Dan Duryea. He's sort of a Robin Hood in reverse, being respectable during the day and robbing coaches at night dressed in black.

He holds up a stage coach carrying Lola Montez - a real person, played here by Yvonne de Carlo. When I saw the other lead player was Jeffrey Lynn I assumed that Lynn would be the true love interest. But no - the romance is between Duryea and de Carlo and Lynn wants de Carlo but also wants money from Duryea.

Everyone is a bit shifty which helps this piece age well. The ending has Duryea and Lynn killed during a shoot out with cops. The "good" characters only have small roles.

Percy Kilbridge is fun as a fellow crook. It's fast paced, well directed by George Sherman, has a nice sly tone. De Carlo has two dances and is in good form - she was at her best flirting with crooks.

Saturday, April 06, 2019

Movie review - "Veils of Bagdad" (1953) **

One of a series of Easterns that Universal made in the early 1950s. The best remembered ones starred Rock Hudson or Tony Curtis; this one has Victor Mature, who I am a bit of a fan of, but he doesn't have the energy or humour of the younger Curtis and Hudson. It isn't as though Mature is miscast (for a Universal Studios version of Bagdad, that is) - he plays a soldier who has been around a bit, seen something of life. But he's not as committed as in other movies.

Maybe it didn't help his female co star is Mari Blanchard - who is beautiful and all that, but lacks something, a spark or individuality. Maureen O'Hara was meant to co star and I wish she'd done so - either her or Yvonne de Carlo.

George Sherman's direction is lethargic. Overly moody - not very fun. Lots of close ups. I can't put my finger on it but this film missed for me. See The Prince Who Was a Thief instead.

The support cast is strong - villains include Guy Rolfe and Leon Askin, Nick Cravat, James Arness and Glenn Strange and Robert Blake have support roles.

Sunday, December 16, 2018

The A to Z of Russ Meyer

Originally published for Filmink

Russ Meyer is the most cult-iest of cult movie directors.  Films like Faster Pussycat Kill Kill (1965), Vixen (1968) and Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970) still pack out revival houses. HIs work continues to inspire critical analysis and attract new fans. Artwork from his movie remains in high demand for posters and T shirts.

Here’s an A to Z about the famous auteur.

A is for Alzheimer’s Disease, which afflicted Meyer during the last years of his life prior to his death in 2004, and is a downer of a way to start this article but you can’t ignore it happened. Meyer had an incredible life – lots of sex, fame, money, laughs and a job he loved, even some critical respect. He died a wealthy man with a devoted fan base – there was no Ed Wood/DW Griffith style languishing in obscurity and poverty for old Russ. That doesn’t guarantee you’ll go out well, though, and it didn’t for Meyer, whose health declined in the mid 1990s and developed into full blown Alzheimer’s. (Mental illness ran in the family – his mother and sister wound up in psychiatric hospitals.)

B is for blaxploitation, in part out of defiance because I’m expected to write “breasts” which really are the defining feature of Meyer’s oeuvre. Meyer did want to try other sorts of films in his career – hence in 1973’s Black Snake he tried a period blaxploitation film about a slave uprising at a plantation in the colonial West Indies. The film failed – I think mostly because it had a white hero and not a black one, but Meyer thought it was due to a lack of on-screen sex and because his female lead (future London aristocrat Anouska Hempel, who reportedly tried to block the film being seen in the UK in later years) didn’t have big breasts. You can’t escape them when talking about Meyer.

C is for Charles Napier, a big strapping actor familiar from countless films and TV shows (notably Rambo First Blood Part II), who pops up in a number of Meyer movies. A couple of male actors in Meyer films went on to do other things (Napier, Motorpsycho’s Alex Rocco and Common Law Cabin’s Ken Swofford) but none of the women. It’s remarkable because many of the women in Meyer films were fabulous, eg Dolly Read, Raven De La Croix, Shari Eubank. The two who should have been stars were Erica Gavin, who gave a performance of remarkable erotic ferocity in Vixen, and especially Tura Satana from Faster Pussycat Kill Kill, who should have starred in a whole bunch of Pam Grier-style action vehicles but kind of drifted off the scene.

D is for dentist, Russ Meyer’s – who loaned his office to Meyer in the late 50s for a weekend so the filmmaker could shoot the nudie comedy film The Immortal Mr Teas (1959). The film – Meyer’s first feature (he had mostly been a photographer until then) – was raw and plotless (it contains no dialogue) but was well-shot, good-natured and featured lots of nudity, and became a box office sensation, sparking a slew of imitations, including some from Meyer himself (Eve and the Handyman (1961) and Wild Naked Gals of the West (1962)) before the bottom inevitably dropped out of the market. In Beneath the Valley of the Ultra Vixens (1979), Meyer had a dentist character, a flamboyantly gay male who tries to rape the male hero, so maybe he cooled on the profession in later years.

E is for Eve Meyer, Meyer’s second wife, associate producer, lead model, star of his second film Eve and the Handyman and overall muse. The two drifted apart personally and professionally by the early ‘70s and, like many an auteur director, Meyer was never as good once he broke up with his wife (eg George Lucas, Peter Bogdanovich). She died in a plane crash on the Canary Islands in 1977.

F is for feminism, something Meyer is occasionally accused of, mostly due to having three strong female leads in Faster Pussycat Kill Kill and making a film about female sexual desire, Vixen. But try arguing that feminism after watching Charles Napier beat, strangle, stomp and electrocute Shari Eubank to a lingering death in Supervixens (1975); or Lorna Maitland learning to love sex by being raped in Lorna (1964) and then being murdered for liking sex; or have Alex Rocco in Motorpsycho (1965) ignore looking after his recently raped wife so he can go looking for revenge and flirt with Haji; or all of the comic rape in Up! (1976) and Beneath the Valley of the Ultra Vixens. One thing is certain though – Meyer’s films with female protagonists (Faster Pussycat, Vixen, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Mondo Topless) are a hell of a lot more entertaining and hold up much better than those where the action is driven by the men (Blacksnake, Supervixens, Finders Keepers Lovers Weepers). He never seemed to learn that lesson though and kept drifting back to stories with male protagonists.

G is for GI, which Meyer was during World War Two, working as a combat cameraman. He loved the experience so much he never wanted a grown-up job, hence going into nude photography and filmmaking. Meyer never lost a “GI” vibe to his filmmaking either – he mostly shot in a rough and ready style, with small crews, filming in isolated locations and Meyer very much the leader of his “platoon”… and the tone of many of his films (large breasts, square jaws, broad comedy, violence) often seemed aimed at GIs. In some movies you can practically hear a redneck private from Missouri watching it going “haw haw haw”.

H is for homophobia, something Meyer is accused of, mostly because (spoilers) all the LGBTI characters in Beyond the Valley of the Dolls get murdered but also because of the gay caricatures in The Seven Minutes (1971), Up! (1976) and Beneath the Valley of the Ultravixens, and Haji being a tragic doomed lesbian in Faster Pussycat. However, Meyer always depicts lesbian lovemaking as a positive, enjoyable thing (especially in Vixen) – indeed the climax of Cherry Harry and Raquel (1970) features two women happily going at it intercut with scenes of two men pointlessly shooting each other to death, making a surprisingly affecting point about sex being more worthwhile than violence. I am aware this doesn’t clear him of homophobia and he films everything very much through a straight male gaze (or leer), but he at least had queer characters in several of his movies when that wasn’t super common – half the male characters in Up!, for instance, are bisexual.

I is for impotence, a recurring theme in Meyer films, which frequently feature men who can’t get it up as a plot point. The subject is treated mostly comically, such as Stuart Lancaster’s impotence in Good Morning and Goodbye leading to his wife (Alaina Capri) sleeping around, or Ken Kerr in Beneath the Valley of the Ultravixens only being able to get it up for anal sex causing his wife (Kitten Natividad) to sleep around. Meyer occasionally tackles the subject more seriously, as in Supervixens where impotence drives Charlies Napier to murder a taunting Shari Eubanks. Meyer did like to reuse many story ideas and themes but after watching a bunch of his movies back to back, impotence did seem to be on his mind an awful lot #justsaying.

J is for Jimmy McDonough, a writer whose biography of Meyer, Big Bosoms and Square Jaws: The Biography of Russ Meyer, King of the Sex Film, is required reading for anyone interested in the career of this unique filmmaker. There are plenty of book-long cinematic studies of Meyer – including Meyer’s own memoir, A Clean Breast – but McDonough’s book is the one that really goes behind the scenes. Meyer had a difficult upbringing (little money, no father) but a devoted mother (who married six times). Service in World War Two was the making of him as a man and a filmmaker. When he got out, he shot industrial films and worked as a photographer (he took stills of James Dean in Giant and did a lot of jobs for Playboy), before breaking out with The Immoral Mr Teas. He usually self-financed and had his fair share of failures at the box office (Wild Gals of the Naked West, Fanny Hill, Mudhoney, Faster Pussycat, The Seven Minutes, Blacksnake) but would always bounce back with a massive hit (Lorna, Motorpsycho, Vixen, Cherry Harry & Raquel, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Supervixen). He had plenty of feuds and friends and women, but in general had a grand life until the end.

K is for killer convicts. I’m drawing a long bow with this one but bear with me, it’s interesting… During his war service, Meyer heard a legend about a special squad of Allied soldiers recruited from among the inmates of military prison that was sent on a suicide mission against the Germans. He told this to E.M. Nathanson, who turned it into a novel, The Dirty Dozen, which became a famous film in 1967 – easily Meyer’s greatest contribution to cinema outside his own movies. (An aside: Meyer was obsessed with Nazis, who frequently turned up as characters in his films).

L is for Li’l Aber, a comic strip about hillbillies living in the impoverished mountain village of Dogpatch USA. This was a huge influence on Meyer’s filmmaking, with its use of broad stereotypes and tropes such as buxom women and klutzy guys. Most of his films, sexy or not, are big screen cartoons, and really should be viewed in that light.

M is for mother, Russ Meyer’s, perhaps the defining female in his life. Meyer adored his mother Lydia, who inspired his dreams and gave him support (i.e spoilt him rotten). Dad was barely around – make of that what you will, psychiatrists.

N is for names of cool bands, which Meyer movies seem to have inspired more than any other director – Mudhoney, Faster Pussycat, Motor Psycho.

O is for overseas, where Meyer never liked working. He had an unhappy experience doing Fanny Hill (1964) in West Germany, Black Snake in Barbados and Who Killed Bambi (see below) in Ireland. At heart he was a very American filmmaker – just a very specific type of America.

P is for penises, which appear in Meyer’s ‘70s films with surprising regularity for such a breast man. He’s got Charles Napier running full frontal in the desert in Cherry, Harry and Raquel and they keep popping up in Up! And Beneath the Valley of the Ultravixens. Absolutely, they are outnumbered by breasts and (towards the end) vaginas but they’re in there.

Q is for questions, documentary style – asked of strippers in Mondo Topless, Meyer’s 1964 documentary about topless dancers. This intersperses a LOT of footage of topless dancing with surprisingly interesting first-person accounts of their work and life and makes one wish Meyer had made more documentaries in his career. For all his faults, he was an extremely gifted filmmaker with a flair for editing, pace and visual composition.

R is for Roger Ebert, a bespectacled film critic who is a bigger deal in the US than Australia because he was on TV for so long here. He became friends with Meyer after writing an appreciative article on the latter’s films, leading to Meyer hiring Ebert to write the fun, clever script for Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. Ebert stayed a critic for the rest of his life, but he occasionally took leave of absences to work with Meyer on the terrible scripts for Up! and Beneath the Valley of the Ultravixens (both done under a pseudonym) as well as the abandoned Who Killed Bambi? A film was even going to be made of their relationship called Russ and Roger Go Beyond with Josh Gad playing Ebert and Will Ferrell as Meyer, but the studio decided not to proceed when the #MeToo movement hit and it was felt this mightn’t be the time for such a project set in the world of sexploitation.

S is for Sex Pistols, The who were going to make a film with Meyer in the late ‘70s (they were big Beyond the Valley of the Dolls fans!!). Sets were built, a cast assembled (Marianne Faithful was going to play Sid Vicious’ mother), Roger Ebert wrote a script, and filming started in Ireland… but a few days into shooting the money ran out and the plug was pulled. The project was re-fashioned as the Meyer-less Great Rock n Roll Swindle which features some of Meyer’s footage. Ebert’s original script is available online.

T is for Tobacco Road, a sweaty Southern melodrama, now forgotten but a big deal in Meyer’s day, inspiring countless imitations of melodramatic sagas about horny Southerners. The plays of Tennessee Williams fall into this category (albeit at the higher end) as do the films of Russ Meyer, particularly in the ‘60s – Lorna, Mudhoney, Common Law Cabin, Good Morning and Goodbye, Cherry, Harry & Raquel).

U is for Uschi Digard, a Swedish model and actor who appeared in a few Meyer films, most notably in Cherry, Harry and Raquel, where Meyer compensated for the fact that his female lead quit before all her scenes had been shot, by intercutting footage of Digard running around the desert naked to cover any plot holes. And you know something? It totally works.

V is for violence, something which featured in most of Meyer’s films even though he was better known for the sex. Sometimes the violence is extremely well done (eg Faster Pussycat), sometimes it’s extremely unpleasant (eg Supervixens), other times it overtakes the movie when you’d rather characters were having sex (eg Blacksnake, Finders Keepers Lovers Weeper are basically action movies).

W is for Williams, Edy, who Meyer met during Beyond the Valley of the Dolls and became his wife number three. He overlooked her for lead roles in The Seven Minutes (she played a support) and Blacksnake. Meyer was going to put her in a star vehicle, Foxy but it was never made. Are you surprised to hear the marriage didn’t last? You know something, Edy Williams should have played the lead in Blacksnake – it would have been more fun.

X is for X rating which Meyer alternatively battled and embraced throughout his career. Battles with censors cost him a lot of money but he made it back in the success he enjoyed.

Y is for Yvonne de Carlo, perhaps the best-known star to appear in a Meyer film – his 1971 stab at respectability, The Seven Minutes, which he made following the success of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. (Although 1930s star Miriam Hopkins was in 1964’s Fanny Hill.) I think I’m the only person in the world who likes The Seven Minutes – I find it an entertaining, fast paced courtroom drama which deals with interesting issues, which is well directed and acted. The public stayed away in droves and Meyer was spooked back into the exploitation field.

Z is for Zanuck, Richard F who brought Meyer to 20th Century Fox after the director had a huge success with Vixen, which was made for $90,000 and grossed over $9 million. The result, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, was such a hit that Fox signed Meyer to make three more films – The Seven Minutes, Everyone in the Garden (from a play by Edward Albee, which would have been awesome) and The Final Steal from a novel by Peter George. Dolls was also so controversial it helped Zanuck get the boot from Fox. Meyer only made one film in that three picture deal, The Seven Minutes, which flopped and never worked for a studio again. His last four features were financed independently.

Thursday, December 06, 2018

Movie review - "The Seven Minutes" (1971) ***

No one seems to have many kind things to say about this Russ Meyer film, his second picture done for 20th Century Fox, and his only really "straight" picture - an attempt to dramatise Irving Wallace's best seller. It's normally a coda in his career - "oh and then he made Seven Minutes which failed so he went back to indies". But I liked it.

The script is solid and its interesting material. I've got a soft spot for courtroom dramas that tackle social issues. The screenplay puts forward both sides of the case - though Meyer makes his feelings clear by having several scenes depicting anti pornographers as fat filthy old men who hang around dancers and are hypocritical.

Wayne Launder is strong as the lead - he never had much of a career, but he's handsome, virile, a decent actor. Maybe a bit TV but he's good. Tom Selleck is in this but I didn't watch it going "I wish Selleck was playing the lead and not Launder."

Marianne McAndrew is sweet as the girl who works for him.

It's clearly Meyer trying to do something different - he takes the material seriously - but also feels very Meyer - there's actors like Charles Napier, and Edy Williams as Launder's sexpot fiancee, and the editing is rapid. There are some grotesques and one scene where Launder visits a person who is filming a porno.  And the themes - anti censorship, pro liking sex (and unfortunately a bit of homophobia and hatred of impotence) - are very Meyer.

John Carradine pops up. Ron Randell is meant to be in this too. Phil Carey is a strong antagonist. It doesn't entirely work as drama - really the personal stakes aren't that high, I'm surprised they didn't bring in Williams' tycoon dad as a character - but it was enjoyable. I'm aware few people share this opinion.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Yvonne de Carlo Top Ten

1) Salome, Where She Danced (1945) - the role that made her a star.
2) The Ten Commandments (1956) - cast against type as Moses' loyal wife but very effective.
3) The Captain's Paradise (1953) - De Carlo's comedy roles were really variations of her straight parts - a hot pants exotic type - but she's still pretty funny.
4) Fort Algiers (1953) - not a classic and not even in colour but De Carlo is in good form as a spy (her most typical role in many ways) in modern day colonial Africa.
5) Sea Devils (1953) - this is in colour and De Carlo works well with Rock Hudson.
6) River Lady (1948) - De Carlo ideally cast as a riverboat lady in a film that should have been more about her character.
7) Criss Cross (1949) - a super film noir and De Carlo effective as a film fetale.
8) The Munsters (1964-66) - fun comedy which outstayed its welcome but De Carlo was very good in the role.
9) The Seven Minutes (1971) - she only has a small part in this Russ Meyer straight drama but is very well used and is effective.
10) Follies (1971) - not a film, the musical. De Carlo appeared in a lot of middling material in her career, but her Broadway debut was a bona fide classic - and what's more she got perhaps the best song, "I'm Still Here".

Book review - "Yvonne" by Yvonne De Carlo (1987)

The cinematic work of Yvonne De Carlo deserves re-appraisal - for a time there in the late 40s and early 50s she was a genuine lower level star at Universal, playing a succession of slinky Eastern dancing girls and tough Western dames in some unpretentious technicolor films. She and Maureen O'Hara were these quasi-feminist adventure stars, until the 50s took hold and both wound up staring admiringly at the heroes.

De Carlo was an old pro in the best sense of the world. She started quite young, with a pushy mother and absent father (very common elements in biographies of female star). She did a lot of dancing when younger and moved to the US from Canada; her looks saw her win beauty contests which resulted in a dancing gig at the Florentine Gardens. She worked hard at her dancing and was eventually picked up for the movies, doing a stint at Paramount.

In the 1940s girls with "exotic looks" were not discriminated against; de Carlo played a series of dancing girls and natives; she was going to step in for Dorothy Lamour in Rainbow Island but Lamour changed her mind. She also just missed out on good parts in For Whom the Bell Tolls and The Story of Dr Wassell. Her career was stagnating there but got a huge boost when Walter Wagner cast her in the lead of Salome Where She Danced which turned her into a star.

Salome was made by Universal who put her to work in lots of Easterns and Westerns, and wanted someone easier to deal with than Maria Montez (and De Carlo could sing and dance which Montez couldn't). Occasionally she got the chance in something more prestigious like Criss Cross. De Carlo eventually branched out into comedy, notably in England, and got a few parts in "A" pictures, like The Ten Commandments and Band of Angels. But she never made the full transition to "A" stardom - it's harder for women, especially in the macho late 50s. And to be fair De Carlo didn't have the individuality of great stars - or even great icons like Maureen O'Hara; she lacked spark and life-sometimes she blended into the scenery. But she could act and sing and dance, often better than she was given credit for.

De Carlo found things harder  from the late 50s onwards, but she kept at it - working regularly in TV and having a career boost when starring in The Munsters. She also achieved fame on Broadway in Follies. She expresses regret her agents didn't push her for Broadway roles earlier; I'm surprised she didn't appear in more musical films - Universal did make them, though not as often as they did in the 40s.

As a good looking girl De Carlo spent a lot of time fending off lecherous Hollywood wolves/sex pests - Errol Flynn, Franchot Tone, Orson Welles. She was keen on Sterling Hayden but he didn't do anything. Ditto James Stewart. She had amiable dates with Red Skelton and knew Burgess Meredith, a romance with Ray Milland before finally losing her virginity to someone called Carl Anthony. She says Billy Wilder was the first great love of her life. She later had serious romances with Howard Hughes (who made love like an engineer which made me laugh), Robert Stack, Howard Duff and Jock Mahoney (she fell pregnant to him but lost the baby), flings with Burt Lancaster, Carlos Thompson, Tony Curtis and Robert Taylor. There was Aly Khan, of course, who was a great lover - it isn't a very discrete book!

The book gets harder going as once De Carlo marries stuntman Bob Morgan. A sexy man's man, he was overly fond of a drink, and not a particularly devoted husband. She was going to leave him but then he had an accident which resulted in him losing his leg. From then on it was work, work, work as she took every gig going - night club acts, crummy roles in films. She was perennially unlucky in love - she had a taste for love rats (married men, pricks), which never improved.

I liked reading about her encounters with Maria Montez - de Carlo came to Universal as a Montez back up taking her role in Frontier Gal but Montez and she got along; Montez would talk about her being reincarnated, warn her off Howard Hughes and recommend de Carlo and Jean Pierre Aumont (her love interest in one film) play more love scenes because you got more close ups that way.

De Carlo admits to being a right winger - I would've been interested to hear more about this. (I imagine a lot of actors who slogged their way up from the chorus were right wing eg Ginger Rogers.) The book was written before her son died.

It's an entertaining book - a little harrowing (all the sexual harassment), and sad (the career and financial battles). De Carlo had a pretty good life - fame, some good parts, sex with handsome men - but struggled to hang on to money and a good relationship. Still, the world was a better place for her being in it.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Movie review - "Magic Fire" (1956) **

William Dieterle had a fondness for biopics - he did Juarez at Warners - and managed to persuade Republic Pictures to pony up the cash for this look at the life of Wagner.

Wagner's life was action packed and had plenty of music and drama but this is a fairly ordinary film, with a slack structure, inadequate cast and poor script.

I think the movie tries to pack too much in - a lot happens, three main romances, revolution, musical success and failure, jail... too much, so nothing every really has much impact.

I also think the cast isn't particularly up to it. Alan Badel was effective as crazy John the Baptist in Salome but lacks a certain something as Wagner - warmth, empathy... something. I didn't care what happened to him. Yvonne de Carlo does what she can as his first girl which isn't much with some terrible dialogue; but she's better than Rita Gam and Valentina Cortese in support. Actors play Ludwig II and Liszt but no one makes much impact.

There are some pretty location shots and decent slabs of music but the whole sense I got from this was "meh".