Showing posts with label Richard Brooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Brooks. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Movie review - "Looking for Mr Goodbar" (1977) ****1/2

 A final hit for Richard Brooks - it had a perfect star (Diane Keaton) and subject (woman murdered for having too much sex).

This was a surprise - Brooks' direction is energetic, smart, and empathetic. His script is excellent - full of nuance, humour and taste. Keaton is outstanding. Superb support from Richard Gere (fboi), William Atherton (perfect guy who is controlling), Tuesday Weld (hot mess sister), the deaf kids, William Berenger.

The film is structured around various relationships - Keaton and her dad, Keaton and her sister, Keaton and Gere, Keaton and  Atherthon.

The ending is shocking, powerful, exploitative, effective. 

Friday, April 24, 2026

Movie review - "The Blackboard Jungle" (1955) ****

 Dore Schary had mixed results at MGM but this is one of his better efforts - social realism done with flair. Works emotionally because the whole thing is about bullying - the kids bully each other and the teachers. Glenn Ford isn't much of a teacher, violent, and sulky. Anne Francis assumes a female teacher who was almost raped was asking for it, and gets jealous of Ford and the teacher.

Ford is well cast with his constipated Einsenhower Era tension.  Sidney Poitier is electric. Vic Morrow very good. The kids are great. Anne Francis whines. I enjoyed the weaker teachers.

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Movie review - "Bite the Bullet" (1975) ** (warning: spoilers)

 Richard Brooks had a big hit with The Professionals and went back to the well with another macho, male driven Western in a slightly odd time period (1906 or something like that) with a rousing score. This has neat photography and an interesting cast but you're bound to wonder "why should we care". The Professionals had clear stakes - kidnapped woman, cash. This is about a cross country race. You can give stakes to a race but Brooks can't crack the problem here. 

There's two old mates Gene Hackman and James Coburn, and a callow kid (Jan Michael Vincent), and a hooker (Candice Bergen), a Brit (Ian Bannen), an old poke (Ben Johnson).

It needed more stakes. More character differential. There's some nice scenes and the actors are fine. The horses are pretty as is the scenery. But I got lost what the race was about or why we should care or what was going on. Some robbers turn up and that perks things up because it's clear and clean what they want and the stakes are life and death.

At the end Hackman and Coburn cross the line together. It might mean more if we got a sense they were friends, or rivals, or brothers, or cared. Coburn's character could be removed. So could Johnson. Actually Johnson and Coburn could be merged.

Oh, I'm picking at it. I don't know. It was loud and pretty and kind of lifeless. Burt Reynolds and James Caan were going to be leads at one stage - they would've given the piece more urgency.

Friday, September 06, 2024

Movie review - "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" (1958) ***1/2

 MGM's luck wasn't great in the late 50s but it held for this Tennessee Williams adaptation - Dore Schary bought it as a vehicle for Grace Kelly who then retired but Elizabeth Taylor stepped in and for all her vocal limitations was a perfect horny housewife. Paul Newman wasn't a big star at the time - rising but not big - but he was offered the male lead (I think Ben Gazzara may have turned it down) and it worked like gangbusters.

Newman doesn't sleep with Taylor because of guilt over his friend more than being gay for his dead friend but that works on its own terms. There's still Burl Ives' bombastic Big Daddy, and Jack Carson and Madeleine Sherwood as Taylor's dreadful in laws (because it's Williams she's more of a shrew, he's amiable but waeak).

It's a solid movie. Richard Brooks suits it, at that stage. Taylor, Newman and Ives all get a chance to monologue.

Thursday, September 05, 2024

Movie review - "Sweet Bird of Youth" (1962) **1/2

 Tennessee Williams play had plenty of familiar characters - the male drifter failed actor (a type that was in Picnic), the ageing film star - but was very well done with solid drama, such as the drifter Chance giving his ex the clap, and her foul family castrasting Chance at the end.

MGM cleaned it up. The piece is robbed of its doom and tragedy. It retains much that is very effective - Paul Newman is terrific (as you'd hope so considering he played it on Broadway), ditto Geraldine Page. It think Richard Brooks, with his yelly style, suited Tennessee Williams. He makes sure there's a sexual charge.

This lost money though. Maybe the Williams tide was running out. Maybe it would've been a bigger hit with say Ava Gardner in the lead - but their scenes wouldn't have had the same charge.

Shirley Knight isn't bad but doesn't have the heavy aura of tragedy that role really should have. She doesn't seem like someone who's lost a child. Rip Torn and Ed Begley are electric. Knight was always pretty and fine but her performances seemed to lack an extra gear - just imagine what, say, Joanne Woodward or Gena Rowlands could have done with it.

The ending is dumb. So dumb. That awful pompous bland newspaper editor. Them beating up Chance. But then Chance/Newman and Heavenly/Knight going off together. It's really abrupt too like Brooks was embarassed.

I think the film needed a tragic ending for it to have power. He didn't need to be castrated but he needed to die - he could've come back and heroically died trying to protect Heavely, gets shot by Rip Torn, dies in her arms... that would've worked Because as it is too much of the play is kept for that ending to work. Newman begs Page for a scren test only a few minutes before the final scene. So there's no redemption. No heroism. He's taking what he can.

Tuesday, January 09, 2024

Unmade Ryan O'Neal

 A series of films that sound pretty good

1) Out of Africa, based on the famous book, from director Nic Roeg with Julie Christie - this could've been fantastic, different from the Pollack version but with Julie Christie... wow

2) The Champ, a remake of the 1932 film, directed by Franco Zefferelli - O'Neal was going to do this but quit when the director wouldn't let his son co star - big mistake, he did Oliver's Story instead, bigger mistake

3) The Bodyguard - same Lawrence Kasdan script, with Diana Ross, and John Boorman directing - would've been amazing... possibly, if the director didn't rewrite all the popularity out of it.

4) The Thorn Birds, based on the best selling novel with Arthur Hiller directing - an utterly, utterly perfect film for O'Neal, who stepped in when first choice Robert Redford pulled out... I think it fell over when Warner Bros decided to not make a movie out of it... it became a fabulously successful mini series with Richard Chamberlain... 

5) First Blood - Morrell's novel was optioned constantly from 1972 with Richard Brooks, and Martin Ritt among those seriously interested in doing it - potential stars included Al Pacino, Steve McQueen, Robert de Niro. Clint Eastwood, John Travolta, Powers Boothe... and Ryan O'Neal apparently. That's what he said in his memoirs - that Freddie Fields offered him the part but O'Neal turned it down because he didn't want to leave Farrah Fawcett at the time, which puts it in the early 1980s.

Saturday, December 30, 2023

Movie review - "Fever Pitch" (1985) **

 Richard Brooks' last film as a director is an odd duck, about a sports jouno who investigates gambling and bcomes addicted. It's filmed in a short of campy film noir style, I'm not sure it's unintentionally campy, sort of like Sam Fuller/Russ Meyer even, with voice over and some over the top acting.

It feels like it needs to be shot in black and white. Or directed by someone else. Or... just better. I don't know. It's a weird film. Doesn't work. But it is interesting.  It's not a dumb movie.

There's a lot of spouting of facts and figures which might've been better to cut out. Maybe Brooks needed a co writer.

Ryan O'Neal is actually very good in the role as a tormented journo. I'm sorry for him it didn't work out.


Thursday, April 07, 2022

Movie review - "Cobra Woman" (1944) **** (re-watching)

 Some very smart people working on this - George Waggner, Robert Siodmak, Richard Brooks. It is silly but done with utter conviction, gorgeous colour and a lot of smarts. It's a combination of South Seas and Lost World as Maria Montez is abducted on her wedding day by people of her island who want her to rise up against her twin sister. Fiance Jon Hall goes to rescue her.

Montez gets to emote and wear an array of outfits. Hall does sturdy heroic stuff absolutely fine. Sabu is engaging and has stuff to do. There are outlandish sets and the cobra dance plus some decent conflict in that evil Montez wants to hop on and bang Hall, and an evil priest Edgar Barrier wants to marry bad Montez. Only 71 minutes!

Mary Nash is the old queen and Lois Collier has quite a lot of screen time as a good island maiden.

Grand fun.

Friday, December 31, 2021

Book review - "Unsinkable" by Debbie Reynolds

Reynolds' second memoir. Covers her dud third marriage, adventures with Carrie, later films like Mother, construction of her hotel and casino. A lot of the financial misadventures make grim reading. I kept thinking "just invest in basic real estate and shares, Debbie. Stop trying to make a museum and hotels!"

It also goes film by film through her career with various anecdotes so the films get plenty of attention. Great anecdotes: Marjorie Main carried around an urn of her dead husband's ashes to talk to him; on Give a Girl a Break Stanley Donen had a man crush on Bob Fosse and a big fight with Gower Champion; she was taken off The Actress (they should've used her); Bundle of Joy was hard to film due to Eddie Fisher's insecurity making him cranky and Norman Taurog's memory loss; on Tammy Leslie Nielsen was a method diva and Walter Brennan full of tricks to steal scenes (like always turn your face three quarters in a two hander to get more exposure; Tony Randall (The Mating Game) had an enormous member; Richard Brooks bullied slapped Reynolds making The Catered Affair (which she otherwise liked... I think Brooks was a real bully); Glenn Ford actively chased Reynolds around a room (they became friends but Debbie... that's attempted assault); the budget of Molly Brown was cut during filming to pay for Zhivago but intense rehearsal meant they saved a dance number; Tony Curtis spread an Eddie Fisher rumour that Reynolds was a lesbian and lousy lay (and she's defensive about her love making abilities); the one time she was tempted to bang a co star was Maurice Ronet on How Sweet It Is; James Garner brought a vibrator as a joke into a bed scene with Reynolds; as an uncredited producer on Whatever Happened to Helen she was going to sack Shelley Winters for lack of professionalism and replace her with Geraldine Page but decided it would cost too much; Dennis Weaver is a great kisser up there with Frank Sinatra; Sean Patrick Flannery refused to rehearse.

Fun book.

Sunday, January 17, 2021

Movie review - "$" (1971) **1/2

 Warren Beatty tries his hand at a caper film which is what Kaleidoscope should have been. Despite being teamed with Goldie Hawn the public didn't really go for it - but then they rarely did for Beatty films unless he played a lust object pursued by a vivacious woman. I think because he did not portray dynamism on screen.

It's about a bank security expert and his hooker girlfriend robbing safe deposit boxes held by crooks including Robert Webber and Scott Brady (a great late career turn for him) plus a German. Gert Frobe is a banker.

This isn't a bad movie. German setting different. Little yuck to have all these Americans ripping them off. There's a nasty German killer, mind.

The tone of this never quite works. It's not that sexy or fun despite Hawn. She's with Beatty at the beginning - they're a couple - she sleeps with people. Maybe more of her would've helped. I don't find Beatty a compelling screen presence. He's fine, just not compelling. 

Richard Brooks wrote and directed it. The subtext of "money" is really, really hammered in - like there's scenes in a strip club with slides showing money projected against the wall and sounds about money playing while there are silhouettes of strippers.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Script review - "Key Largo" by John Huston and Richard Brooks (warning: spoilers)

The Petrified Forest done after the war with a heavy dose of UN smarmy-ness. McLeod is a drifter who turns up at a hotel at Key Largo during the off season - he wants to meet the father and widow of his dead war friend.

The father Temple is an old bore, crapping on about his dead son, being this "wonderful" paterfamilias to the simpleton Indians (there was a lot of casual racism in Huston films), and abusing the gangsters when they point guns at him, telling Rocco he's a vermit who should be killed (as if).

The widow Norah slaps the gangster and makes eyes at McLeod pretty quickly. McLeod (in the script the spelling is "M'Leod") has some awful speeches where he quotes someone on the war, and whines about how things were hard when it got back. You could seriously cut Norah out of the film - her main thing is to help McLeod be honourable, but Temple could do that, whiny old fart that he is. I suppose you could have kept Norah and lost Temple. You wouldn't have had Temple being wise about the Indians but who cares.

The script is better on its villains - Rocco, the once great gangster on hard times, his trio of gunmen (Toots, who just wants to tell jokes; Curly who wants people to join him for a drink), and most of all Gayle, his alcoholic moll who Rocco forces to sing. The last act, where McLeod overcomes the baddies on the boat is quite exciting. The subplot where two Indians are on the lam and are shot by local cop Ben is depressing - I kept expecting the baddies to do it, and sure they help give Ben the wrong impression, but it's still Ben.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Movie review - "The Last Hunt" (1956) ** (warning:spoilers)

MGM had a big hit with Stewart Granger and Robert Taylor as feuding men of action whose day job involves slaughtering animals in All the Brothers Were Valiant so had another crack at it here. Dore Schary decided to produce personally, and the movie shows his erratic commercial sense, no matter the quality of the novel on which its based.

There are so many problems with this film. It's about buffalo hunters, which is hardly sympathetic to start off with - Granger, the hero, is disgusted by shooting buffalo... but he still does it. The villain, Robert Taylor, is meant to be a baddy because he gets off on killing buffalo and people - but Granger still kills a whole bunch, too. To make it worse the filmmakers throw in all this footage of buffalo genuinely being shot (taken from a cull, but it's still not easy to watch).

The relationship between Granger and Taylor is problematic because they only meet at the beginning of the film - there's no history or familial link. And Taylor's clearly a psycho from the beginning so Granger is not only an idiot for going into business with him, he's a coward for not dealing with his psycho partner a lot earlier. If Granger and Taylor had had a long history, and Taylor had saved his life, or if they'd been brothers, his hesitation would have made some sense - but it doesn't here. 

I get that Taylor wants a friend and indeed his neediness for Granger is sometimes touching (as well as carrying standard 50s Western homoerotic overtones) but there is nothing ever we see in why Granger would need Taylor.

The supporting characters are flawed. The minute I saw Lloyd Nolan hobble on screen, monologuing and boozing I thought "oh no here we go... a wise old alcoholic character" and yep sure enough that's what we end up with. He's meant to be some sort of moral conscience I think but he goes along with the buffalo slaughter and Taylor turning Debra Paget into a sex slave until the very end (I did feel his death scene was very effective, though).

Russ Tamblyn is not only a highly unlikely half-Indian, his presence in the movie feels kind of pointless. I kept waiting for him to be this dramatic wild card - he reverts to Indian ways or betrays his people, or become a Taylor acolyte (which would have been great, actually, and made Granger's reluctance to act more understandable, i.e. it was too risky) - but he just hangs around watching on passively most of the time.

Debra Paget's Indian girl is a classic example of 50s liberal non-racism racism. The movie takes this we-should-be-nice-to-the-Indians stance common of movies of the time - this had been stock since Broken Arrow really. Yet Indians are mostly depicted as weak and spineless and Paget's character isn't even given a name - she's called "Indian girl". And she's this passive thing who goes along and basically agrees to become Taylor's concubine for safety, bats her eyes at Granger until he takes possession of her as well. It's a horrible part.

Dramatically there are other problems too - there's no shoot out at the end between the leads, to which I'm guessing the thinking was "this'll be unexpected" which it is but it's also unsatisfying. There's this long sequence where Granger returns to civilisation and wears a suit and gets in a brawl and flirts with a dance hall girl that looks simply ridiculous.

And as for the leads... Well, Robert Taylor isn't bad and it's interesting to see him play the villain. He should really have played the hero and Granger the villain - Granger made a superb baddy - but I'm guessing they wanted to mix it up. Fans of Taylor and Granger are really the only people who should definitely check this out (apart from Richard Brooks and Western completists).

Granger suits cowboy garb quite well, though in some scenes he goes over the top chewing on a cigar and talking like a cowboy. Their performances do anchor the movie and provide some of the best things about it. Also impressive is the location work in Dakota, and MGM 50s production values. But in general this movie just annoyed me.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Movie review – “Brute Force” (1947) ****

One of those post-war let’s-be-hard-hitting-and-realistic films, with a plot that became cliché in the 1930s (sadistic prison guards, drunken doctor, reformist intentions, prison break finale) livened up by some location shooting, new faces (including Howard Duff, Jeff Corey), new star (Burt Lancaster), new-ish screenwriter (Richard Brooks) and director (Jules Dassin). Very entertaining.
 
Despite Lancaster’s presence this is more of an ensemble piece – we flash back to several of the prisoners’ stories. None of them are truly bad apples - basically they’re all in there because of women (incluing Ann Blyth, Ella Raines and Yvonne de Carlo), who either betray them, commit the crimes (and the guys take the rap), or inspire them. Lancaster has a girlfriend in a wheelchair for crying out loud (and unlike the club foot girl in High Sierra this one is a nice piece of work).
 
There are some brilliant sequences, particularly the murder of a stool pigeon in a workshop and the camaraderie of prisoners (refusing to give evidence, their conversations) is well conveyed, as are the politics among the people who run the prison (the weak warden, drunk doctor, conniving guards). I also enjoyed the final nihilistic escape sequence.
 
Best performance is from Hume Cronyn as a seemingly benign but actually terrifying prison guard but the cast is excellent all round - also Charles Bickford, Whit Bissell, John Hoyt.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Movie review – “Crossfire” (1947) *** (warning: spoilers)

Probably the biggest success of Dore Schary’s brief reign as head of RKO, an excellent B thriller (or, more correctly, an RKO “A”) about the murder of a civilian who’d been drinking with various soldiers the night before. The main suspect is a young kid (George Cooper, who’s never talked about in relation to this film but has one of the bigger roles) who’s gone missing; his two friends are amiable Robert Mitchum and hateful Robert Ryan.
 
The motive turns out to be anti-Semitism; in the original book it was homophobia, so on one hand it was a shame it got watered down – but anti-Semitism was still pretty gutsy at the time. Having said that, it only really comes up at the second half of the movie. Left wing propaganda is concentrated on two speeches: one eventual victim Sam Levene gives to Cooper in flashback (which when you think about it could be interpreted as a gay pick up), another when detective Robert Young (effective in a non-typical role), tries to persuade a friend of Ryan’s to trap him (so it’s not necessarily sincere). But it’s two-fisted left wing – Ryan isn’t sent to gaol, he’s shot dead in the street. 
 
Hero duties are split between Mitchum in the first half and Young in the second; Mitchum disappears in the latter section but still registers strongly in his role. Gloria Grahame is also effective as a tramp, as is Arthur Kelly as her “husband”. 
 
Crisply directed and beautifully shot in that film noir style; not an amazing story or anything but worth watching.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Book review – “Tough as Nails: the Life and Films of Richard Brooks” by Douglass Daniel

I was surprised no one had done a book about Richard Brooks until now – he’d made a number of important films, he only died in the early 90s, many of his friends and colleagues were still around, and his papers were at the Margaret Herrick Library. But then Brooks has never seemed to inspire much passion among film fans – he doesn’t have the following of, say, a Wilder, Kubrick or Hitchcock.
 
He also seems to have been very unpleasant personally, forever screaming on set at cast and crew, particularly bullying young actresses (he married and romanced several young actresses, including Jean Simmons, Jean Brooks and Angie Dickinson – coincidence?). He found supporting his parents a drag; he whinged about being under contract to the studio, even though MGM backed him through several dud films; he was too cowardly to visit his supposed great friend Bogart when the latter was dying; he wouldn’t make any public announcements concerning politics, even during the McCarthy and Nixon eras; he acted like some tough Marine even though his entire war serve was spent in the US making movies. 
 
Some people did admire him, ,he fought on behalf of getting cast and crew on films, and always tried to make intelligent entertainments. But he comes across as a bit of a wanker, even in Daniel’s admirably balanced account.
 
Brooks was an only child, the son of immigrants. He went to college until the Depression hit, then apparently travelled the rails (we don’t know where or for how long or if Brooks made it up – I wonder if he ran into Robert Mitchum!). He got work as a newspaper journalist, eventually moving to New York City and going into radio. A divorce saw him move to Hollywood where he worked again in radio, working with Orson Welles on Hello, Americans, then broke into film writing at Universal, particularly vehicles for Maria Montez (Daniel is a little unfairly dismissive of these, the scripts hold up fairly well today). He joined the Marines, where he made training films for two years and got material for a novel called The Brick Foxhole. This was later filmed successfully as Crossfire and kicked Brooks’ career up a level – he made a number of movies for producer Mark Hellinger, and soon established himself as one of the best tough guy screenwriters in the business (The Killers, Key Largo, Brute Force).
 
 Brooks used this power to move into directing, starting with the Cary Grant thriller Crisis at MGM. (Grant starred in a few movies by writers-turned directors – Sidney Sheldon was another.) It flopped but MGM liked Brooks – his literary pedigree and tough guy attitude appealed to studio head Dore Schary, for whom Crossfire had been a hit at RKO. 
 
They kept him directing despite a series of flat, unremarkable films: The Light Touch, Deadline USA, Battle Hymn, Flame and the Flesh, Take the High Ground, The Last Time I Saw Paris. None of these seem to have been particularly well reviewed or received but the studio still kept him on. Brooks finally bought home the bacon with The Blackboard Jungle (which he promptly said was a big hit because it was the first film allowed to do His Way – which as Daniel shows wasn’t actually true).
 
He was now an A-list director, and followed this up with some prestige films for MGM, none of which entirely quite worked – The Last Hunt (did Dore Schary really think the public wanted to see a film about real buffalo slaughter?), The Catered Affair (of interest to me because Rod Taylor was in it but Davis doesn’t mention him), Something of Value, The Brothers Karamazov. Then there was another big hit with Cat on a Hot Tin Roof before Brooks left MGM to make Elmer Gantry, his biggest success, critically and commercially, and major claim to greatness. It was followed by some works on which opinion is more divided, Sweet Bird of Youth and Lord Jim, but The Professionals and In Cold Blood are classics of their genre.
 
Then things got harder over the next decade and a half – The Happy Ending, $, Bite the Bullet, Wrong is Right, Fever Pitch – but he did enjoy a final break-out success in 1977 with Looking for Mr Goodbar. By my account that’s five classic films, and a couple of decent ones. A fair record – but not enough to justify being such a bully on set. Maybe that's the only way he could work.
 
This book contains lots of stuff I didn’t know about Brooks: working with Welles; being attached to direct First Blood in the 70s and came close to doing it; being offered Godfather I and III; he was married four times (I knew about Jean Simmons and Jean Brooks – both of whom became alcoholics – but not about the other two); hanging out at the Playboy Mansion for extended periods of time after his divorce from Simmons in the late 70s.
 
This is a worthy, if not superb book, perhaps too attached to mentioning where his films were listed on top-earning movies of their year (a better resource for the box office success of his films is the Eddie Mannix ledger at the Margaret Herrick Library, which shows most of Brooks' MGM movies lost money, including Sweet Bird of Youth, The Light Touch, The Last Hunt and Something of Value... although The Brothers Karamazov made a small profit). Daniel is particularly good on Brooks' novels and how he adapted works by Tennessee Williams, Sinclair Lewis, etc.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Movie review – “Cobra Woman” (1944) ***1/2

The third and final collaboration between Maria Montez, Jon Hall and Sabu saw their talents complemented by one of Universal’s biggest names, Lon Chaney, and two filmmakers who would achieve great distinction, Richard Brooks (co-screenplay) and Robert Siodmark. If you had to pay your dues, why not on enjoyable tosh like this? 

This one starts with Maria and Jon already going out – they’re engaged to be married, plans which are thrown when Maria is abducted by her people and taken to Cobra Island. It turns out that Maria is actually descended from a nasty tribe, and Jon heads off to fetch her with Sabu. 

This film feels very Tarzan, complete with a lost civilisation ruled by an evil princess, plenty of action, and a comic chimpanzee. It is more fantastical than their other movies, with outrageous head gear and a strong element of magic. Maria has been brought back in order to help her people against her evil twin sister, also played by Maria… causing Jon Hall to innocently go the pash (one time rather awkwardly under water), and getting into all sorts of strife. Unlike the baddie in Arabian Nights we know evil Maria is evil because she’s really into human sacrifices. 

The best thing about the film, apart from the beautiful Technicolour photography, are the sets. The image of evil Montez sitting in her cobra throne with cobra headdress has become deservedly famous (it’s the image of Montez that is best known). Some of it is a bit ludicrous. 

The camp highlight is Montez doing a cobra dance around a cobra then pointing at various young women who are to be sacrificed – she looks like she’s having a fit at Studio 54 or something. Also funny is when evil Montez dies by walking backwards out a window (still with ten minutes to go). This set a template – Douglas Dumbrille would kill himself by walking backwards in Gypsy Wildcat

But the story is perfectly serviceable, it’s got a woman coming to the rescue of a man at the end instead of the other way around (although it’s not too feminist – she gives up her crown for him at the end), Lon Chaney plays a dumb ally of Hall and Sabu, there is a fun climax with fighting, swinging on ropes and a volcano exploding.

Movie review – “White Savage” (1943) ***1/2

Audiences lapped up Maria Montez, Jon Hall and Sabu in Arabian Nights so Universal whisked them over another location ideal of technicolour escapism, the South Seas. This was the region that made Hall famous, back in 1937’s Hurricane, and was enjoying a resurgence of popularity around this time – Dorothy Lamour being the most notable star. 

Maria Montez was an awkward actor but she’s very pretty and has fun as an imperious island princess. Her island contains some valuable natural resources – some jewels and sharks. Nasty Thomas Gomez wants the former, fisherman Jon Hall is only interested in hunting the latter (so he says). 

Montez and Hall have better chemistry here than they did in Arabian Nights and Ali Baba – partly because their relationship doesn’t have the suspicion hanging over it in the other two films that Montez wants to marry Hall because he’s royalty; here he’s just a fisherman, so she genuinely likes him. It also helps that they joke around a bit and go for a swim together – both seem to be into each other. 

Turhan Bey is very good in a role for which he is excellently suited, as Montez’s wastrel brother. Sidney Toler’s oriental lawyer suffers under too much make up but Sabu adds youth, energy and charm in his side kick part. Gorgeous technicolour photography and great sets – Universal didn’t stint on the budget for this one. 

Richard Brooks is given sole credit for the screenplay (someone else is credited for the story) and he has nothing to be ashamed about; the card playing sequence involving Hall, Bey and Thomas Gomez feels a bit rougher-edged than many in these sort of movies – perhaps this was Brooks’ influence. 

There are some spectacular special effects during the volcano climax, even if it does mean our heroes mostly stand around trying to avoid having things fall on them instead of doing something really heroic. Good fun.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Movie review - "The Catered Affair" (1956) **1/2

An attempt to combine Father of the Bride with Marty (working class mother is determined to give her daughter a big wedding whether she likes it or not) doesn't work, chiefly because of the basic idea: it is fun to see Spencer Tracy make a goose of himself because he can afford it, but it is not fun to see Bette Davis throw away her family’s money here. 

There is also Bette Davis’ performance, which is very much an acquired taste - in my opinion, she is horrible and ruins the fine work done by all other members of the cast.

The film was one of many adaptations of TV shows that performed disappointingly in the wake of Marty (The Bachelor Party, 12 Angry Men) and Hollywood cooled on TV as a source of movie ideas, and would not get as excited about the medium again until the spate of movies based on old TV shows in the 1990s.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Book review - "Stewart Granger: The Last of the Swashbucklers" by Don Shiach

Stewart Granger was one of those actors who seemed destined for stardom. Tall,good looking, masculine, with lots of presence and a deep speaking voice, he was just so incredibly easy to cast in things, especially being British. 

It didn't take him long to get his acting career going - he started to get jobs pretty soon after deciding to become an actor, and it wasn't long before he was working for Olivier and Robert Donat. Shiach argues (correctly I think) that this may not have been the most healthy thing for him - a bit more struggle and he might have had more respect for his profession. 

Nonetheless, he had a burgeoning career - which was interrupted by war service. He was invalided out of the army,which sounds cool until you discover he was invalided out because of stomach ulcers, which I'm sure were painful but sounds like such a wimpy thing to have.But it was a boon to his career - he started to get work regularly in films and launched to fame in The Man in Grey.

Granger's career as a star falls neatly into several categories:

(a) 1943-46 Gainsborough tosh costume dramas, which proved very popular and are still watchable today
(b) 1945-48 costume dramas made by other filmmakers which were a bit better than Gainsborough but not as popular
(c) 1948-49 some dud films and an arty theatre venture which helped almost send him broke
(d) 1950-58 MGM star
(e) 1958-1970 international star of European films
(f) 1972 onwards - mainly a businessman.

My main interest with Granger is the MGM period, to whom he was contracted for most of the Dore Schary period. His association with the studio started with a bang with King Solomon's Mines, but almost collapsed with Soldier's Three and The Light Touch but recovered with two other remakes, Scaramouche and The Prisoner of Zenda. He never found another film which touched the popularity of the remake "trilogy", though sometimes he came close eg Bhowani Junction
 
To be frank, a lot of this was Granger's fault: he turned down roles in A Star is Born, Ben Hur, Ivanhoe, From Here to Eternity, not to mention the London version of A Streetcar Named Desire (the role was taken by someone called Bonar Colleano). MGM made several big budget swashbucklers during this time with Robert Taylor, and everyone one of them is a part Granger should have played: Quo Vadis, Ivanhoe, Knights of the Round Table, The Adventures of Quentin Durward. He wanted to play Mogambo but the studio insisted on Clark Gable. Granger surely must have the worst knack of part-picking since George Raft (which I think is part of the appeal of his career to me - its inherent tragic-ness).

He kept his screen presence right up til the end - for instance, he looked terrific in The Wild Geese - but I think people just got sick of him. He was difficult and got along badly with directors. He didn't have an eye for talent or scripts - turning down Messala in Ben Hur because it wasn't the lead, I mean, really. He was never happy with anything he was in, always grumbling or whining about his scripts (even for Scaramouche he complains in his memoirs about his injuries). How about enjoying your art, Stu? Or just life? He was a bit of a wanker. No wonder Jean Simmons eventually left him (though she wound up with another grump, Richard Brooks).

This book has copped it on the net reviews I have read. I really enjoyed it -mostly I guess because I'm a Granger fan, but its well written, Shiach does good analysis of Granger's films (he admits Granger wasn't a great actor but still admires him - for instance, he prefers Granger's performance to Ronald Colman's in The Prisoner of Zenda) and makes decent guesses as to his subject's personality (mostly culled from his memoirs i.e. his desire to prove himself as a brave man, misogyny, fact that he annoyed so many people who worked with him).
 
The lack of research is irritating and seems mostly to consist of reading a few biographies/autobiographies (especially Granger's) and watching the films. This is annoying at times, especially when it comes to the post 1960 period not covered by Granger himself. I would have enjoyed reading a bit more about his business ventures and the films he made in Europe. As a result what could have been an important book is merely a polished stop gap.