Showing posts with label Ava Gardner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ava Gardner. Show all posts

Monday, 10 November 2025

Movie Review: The Kidnapping Of The President (1980)


Genre: Thriller  
Director: George Mendeluk  
Starring: William Shatner, Hal Holbrook, Van Johnson, Ava Gardner, Miguel Fernandes  
Running Time: 114 minutes  

Synopsis: South American terrorist Assanti (Miguel Fernandes) emerges from the jungle and lands in Toronto ahead of a visit by US President Adam Scott (Hal Holbrook). Secret Service Agent Jerry O'Connor (William Shatner) senses a threat, but his warnings go unheeded. Assanti makes his move during a public event, forcing Scott into an armored truck rigged with explosives. With Vice President Ethan Richards (Van Johnson) compromised by a corruption scandal and an ambitious wife (Ava Gardner), O'Connor has to negotiate with Assanti and find a way to save the President.

What Works Well: The adaptation of Charles Templeton's book benefits from a decent cast, with William Shatner, Van Johnson, Ava Gardner, and especially Hal Holbrook maintaining interest. They are augmented by Miguel Fernandes, who makes for a sturdy hard-edged villain. The basic premise of holding the President hostage inside a booby-trapped armored truck parked in full public view is innovative. 

What Does Not Work As Well: This is a clunky B-movie with rudimentary production values and an opening sequence in the South American jungle that unleashes unnecessarily jarring violence. Once the kidnapping unfolds, plenty of relatively uneventful time has to be consumed before the frantic climax, exposing bumbling ineptitude by both VP Richards and Agent O'Connor. Critical missing plot points include a crowd meekly acquiescing to stand around near a bomb; and no negotiations about when and how the President will be safe once the terrorist demands are met.

Key Quote:
Assanti (handcuffed to the President, wearing an explosive vest, and holding a detonator): I'm taking this man to that truck!
President Scott: Hell you are!



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Saturday, 18 October 2025

Movie Review: City On Fire (1979)


Genre: Disaster Thriller  
Director: Alvin Rakoff  
Starring: Barry Newman, Susan Clark, Shelley Winters, Leslie Nielsen, Ava Gardner, Henry Fonda, James Franciscus  
Running Time: 106 minutes  

Synopsis: A disgruntled ex-employee sabotages an oil refinery, causing a massive firestorm that consumes the adjacent city. Mass casualties ensue, and among those caught in the flames are a heroic doctor (Barry Newman), the corrupt Mayor (Leslie Neilsen), a wealthy benefactor (Susan Clark) who has a relationship with both, a dedicated nurse (Shelley Winters), an alcoholic television news personality (Ava Gardner), her producer (James Franciscus), and the city's Fire Chief (Henry Fonda). Evacuating the main hospital becomes a focal point of rescue efforts.

What Works Well: The opening scenes are standard and inoffensive in attempting to set the context, and the set-on-fire stunt performers are excellent.

What Does Not Work As Well: This Canadian production is a dreadful attempt to join the tail end of the 1970s disaster movie parade. Almost hilariously bad but often just painful, the writing and acting are atrocious, with numerous lines of dialogue quotable as tone-deaf treasures. Leslie Neilsen unintentionally practices for his impending niche, but Henry Fonda (reciting his lines with a dead-eyed lack of conviction) and Ava Gardner (overplaying the drunken schtick) jointly win the most embarrassing prize. The production values and special effects betray a limited budget, while the final hospital evacuation sequence takes forever, and mostly features extras.

Key Quote:
Fire Chief: All it takes is one man, could be anybody... your neighbor, my neighbor... one man to destroy a city.



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Saturday, 21 September 2024

Movie Review: Lone Star (1952)


Genre: Western  
Director: Vincent Sherman  
Starring: Clark Gable, Ava Gardner, Broderick Crawford, Lionel Barrymore  
Running Time: 94 minutes  

Synopsis: In 1845, Texas faces a choice between maintaining independence as a republic or joining the United States ("annexation") but risking a war with Mexico. Influential ex-US President Andrew Jackson (Lionel Barrymore) favors annexation and is perturbed that Texas legend Sam Houston (Moroni Olsen) is leaning towards independence. Cattle baron Devereaux Burke (Clark Gable) agrees to help change Houston's mind, as long as he profits from the subsequent war. In Austin, Devereaux tangles with ambitious independence leader Thomas Craden (Broderick Crawford), and initiates a romance with newspaper editor Martha Ronda (Ava Gardner). 

What Works Well: This fictionalized version of Texas history pleasingly leans into the politics, presenting two competing and starkly different visions for the state. Themes include slavery as an obstacle to statehood, Mexico's reaction, European meddling, and relationships with the Apache. At the heart of the drama are uncompromising men like Devereaux Burke and Thomas Craden who stand to profit in money or power, a sharp distillation of politics into the art of personal ambition. Clark Gable navigates a complex arc featuring crass dealmaking, frontier survival, romance, and finally a cause to believe in. A quality cast provides able support.

What Does Not Work As Well: In an otherwise cerebral drama, the listless action scenes appear slapped together, and land awkwardly within a narrative that clearly cares more about political skullduggery and less about the bullets and arrows. The Apache are stereotypical warriors with no voice, and after a needlessly boisterous climactic stand-off full of implausible murderous intentions, the juvenile ending surrenders meekly to nauseating cheerleading.

Key Quote:
Andrew Jackson: I'm frightened. For the first time in my life, I am frightened for the future of the United States.






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Monday, 2 October 2023

Movie Review: On The Beach (1959)


Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Cold War Drama
Director: Stanley Kramer
Running Time: 134 minutes

Synopsis: In 1964, a nuclear war annihilates humanity in the Northern Hemisphere. As Australia awaits the arrival of deadly radiation, Commander Dwight Towers (Gregory Peck) docks the US Navy's nuclear submarine USS Sawfish in Melbourne. Still grieving the loss of his family, Towers is introduced to Moira Davidson (Ava Gardner), who is seeking a romance. Towers also meets Lieutenant Peter Holmes (Anthony Perkins) of the Australian Navy, who is struggling to comfort his wife Mary (Donna Anderson). Nuclear scientist Julian Osborn (Fred Astaire, in his first dramatic role) joins them on a reconnaissance mission to measure radiation levels over the Pacific, a journey that will reach San Francisco then San Diego, the source of a mysterious radio signal.

What Works Well: The adaptation of Nevil Shute's cautionary novel packs enormous quiet power, portraying humanity's demise through the eyes of the final set of survivors, resigned to their fate. John Paxton's script deftly avoids melodrama, instead allowing creeping dread to emerge in potent moments of realization, regret, and despair. The military, scientific, and civilian perspectives are provided equal weight through the stories of Towers, Osborn, Moira, and the Holmes family, and gradually themes of loss and lament grab hold at individual and collective levels. Director Stanley Kramer affords even minor characters (the San Francisco sailor, the Australian Navy commander and his assistant) respectful moments, and the closing embraces of finality have rarely been matched for sheer poignancy.

What Does Not Work As Well: The slow pacing allows the immensity of extinction to settle like a heavy fog, contrasting prolonged interactions with the miniscule time remaining for life on Earth, but the running length still borders on excessive.

Conclusion: Unthinkable tragedy distilled to the essence of human desire for meaningful connections.



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Saturday, 25 July 2020

Movie Review: The Great Sinner (1949)


A grand drama and romance set in the world of compulsive gamblers, The Great Sinner is awash with human failings and sentimentality.

It's the late 1800s, and writer Fedya (Gregory Peck) is bedridden and hallucinating, seemingly near death. His lover Pauline (Ava Gardner) finds his recently completed manuscript and starts reading. The rest of the story unfolds in flashback. 

Fedya is heading to Paris when on a whim he disembarks at the resort town of Wiesbaden, Germany, just to stay close to the beautiful Pauline, who beguiled him on the train. He discovers she is a professional gambler, spending her evenings playing roulette at the lavish casino operated by Armand de Glasse (Melvyn Douglas), and her late nights playing high stakes card games in private hotel rooms. Her father General Ostrovsky (Walter Huston) is also a good-natured gambling addict.

Fedya falls deeply in love with Pauline, and although fascinated by the gambling culture, he resists partaking. He witnesses the desperate disintegration of Aristide Pitard (Frank Morgan), an elderly gambler who loses everything including the will to live. But when Fedya understands that Armand has a stranglehold on both Pauline and the General due to accumulated debts, he ventures to the roulette table to try and win a fortune to buy Pauline's freedom.

A prestige production from MGM, The Great Sinner is inspired by the Fyodor Dostoevsky novel The Gambler, with a script co-written by literary heavyweights Christopher Isherwood, Austrian René Fülöp-Miller and Hungarian Ladislas Fodor. Featuring luxurious sets and hundreds of extras populating a playground resort where the extremely wealthy prey on the luckless, the film shimmers with corrupted and damaged spirits.

Director Robert Siodmak stays close to the main theme of love as a powerful force capable of pushing Fedya into a gambling death spiral. Whether love can also pull him out is the subject of the final act, but at all times The Great Sinner features heightened emotions and near-instantaneous addiction triggers. The appeal of compulsive betting is presented as less of a process and more a jarring on-off switch, and Fedya is not the only character who drops into gambling's clutches with remarkable speed.

With all the film's components burdened by talkative weight, other more abstract but still heavy-handed currents swirl, including religious symbolism and the confluence of physical and mental health.

Gregory Peck is sturdy enough to carry the role of Fedya and convince as a strapping young lad transforming from upright to flat on his back, physically, emotionally and metaphorically. His euphoric scene commanding the roulette wheel into yielding a fortune is quite spectacular. Ava Gardner as Pauline arcs in the opposite direction, from frivolous irresponsibility to the purity of dedicated love, but always in fetching gowns, stunningly colourful even in black and white.

They are supported by a cast deep in veteran talent. In addition to Melvyn Douglas, Walter Huston and Frank Morgan, Ethel Barrymore (as Pauline's wealthy grandmother) and Agnes Moorehead (as a gnarly pawn shop owner) make telling contributions.

The Great Sinner has no concept of half measures in action or affection, but ironically lands as a middling effort, breaking even for the night.






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Sunday, 8 December 2019

Movie Review: Seven Days In May (1964)


A Cold War political thriller, Seven Days In May uses a tense military takeover scenario in the United States as an avenue to explore themes of democracy, loyalty and nationalism in the shadow of a global conflict.

It's the early 1970s, and U.S. President Jordan Lyman (Fredric March) is facing severe criticism and protests for pushing ahead with a nuclear disarmament deal with the Soviet Union. He believes the agreement to be the only pathway to peace, but the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Air Force General James Mattoon Scott (Burt Lancaster) believes the President is severely undermining national security.

Scott's right-hand man Colonel "Jiggs" Casey (Kirk Douglas) picks up cryptic clues suggesting Scott is planning a coup d'etat within a few days, using a covert military unit funded without appropriate authority and assembled and trained at a secret base near El Paso, Texas.

Jiggs takes his evidence to Lyman, who believes enough to investigate. He dispatches his chief aid Paul Girard (Martin Balsam) to interrogate a Navy commander stationed in the Mediterranean, trusted Senator Ray Clark (Edmond O'Brien) heads to El Paso, and Jiggs approaches Scott's former mistress Eleanor Holbrook (Ava Gardner) to dig up potentially useful dirt. But with the clock ticking, finding hard evidence against the plotters will prove a challenge.

With the Cold War at its peak after the 1962 Cuban missile crisis, Seven Days In May joined Dr. Strangelove and Fail Safe in a trio of 1964 films exploring various what-ifs of the conflict. Based on a novel by Charles W. Bailey II and Fletcher Knebel with a script by none other than Rod Serling, Seven Days In May delves into the perils of harbouring trust in a peace process, and at least as a starting point comes closest to predicting the actual course of negotiations eventually pursued by the United States and the Soviet Union.

The film uses the Cold War as background stage set. The focus is on the erosion of trust in a President's actions at the highest levels, and the potential for a cabal of generals and politicians to hide in plain sight while plotting a governmental takeover. Serling places intrigue and evidence gathering at the forefront of the story, Seven Days In May not featuring a single act of serious violence despite the threat of massive military and political upheaval. Director John Frankenheimer luxuriates in choreographing deep focus black and white scenes, turning the nation's most secretive boardrooms and offices into cerebral battlegrounds.

Along with star Kirk Douglas, Frankenheimer was instrumental in pulling the project together, and he assembled a dream cast, adding Lancaster, March, Gardner, O'Brien and Balsam, all in good form and tackling grim roles with requisite seriousness. And the film passes the baton around the lead roles at regular intervals, Douglas, Gardner and then March taking turns in the spotlight, with Lancaster a menacing presence throughout.

By the end March rolls back the years and emerges as a dominant presence, his scenes opposite Douglas (revealing the conspiracy threads) and Lancaster (a tense confrontational showdown) both mesmeric. Serling's script may be faulted for underplaying the President's hand and authority as the climax approaches, but also allows for the epic interpersonal clashes to play out.

As the race against time to unmask the conspiracy hurtles towards the designated hour of action, the film grabs opportunities to debate the merits of pursuing peace. General Scott cannot fathom how a powerful ideological foe can ever be trusted to disarm and has the public on his side, while Lyman, with sinking approval ratings, is convinced negotiating a treaty from a position of strength is the only path to a non-ruinous future. It's an eternal warmongers versus peacemakers polemic, and sometimes nothing less than the future of a powerful nation hangs in the balance.






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Friday, 28 June 2019

Movie Review: The Night Of The Iguana (1964)


A drama about life's dead-ends, The Night Of The Iguana aims for profound but lands on the wrong side of laborious.

Reverend Lawrence Shannon (Richard Burton) suffers an emotional meltdown and is locked out of his own church. He re-emerges as a cut-rate tour guide in Mexico, escorting a group of women unfortunate enough to find themselves on his cheap bus. He clashes with the prim Judith Fellowes (Grayson Hall), the stressed chaperon for the underaged but oversexed Charlotte (Sue Lyon), who in turn is intent on seducing Shannon and re-triggering the cause of his downfall.

With Judith starting to make long distance phone calls to probe into Shannon's background, he leads the group to the Puerto Vallarta hilltop villa hotel operated by his earthy friend Maxine Faulk (Ava Gardner). They are soon joined by penniless sketch artist Hannah Jelkes (Deborah Kerr), who is traveling with her delipidating grandfather Nonno (Cyril Delevanti), a presumed poet. Shannon, Maxine and Hannah engage in discussions about life and love, while Charlotte and Judith continue to pursue their own agendas.

An adaptation of the 1961 Tennessee Williams play, The Night Of The Iguana explores the downfall and potential salvation paths of one man as he tangles with the consequences of succumbing to temptation, argues against himself, and surrenders to the charms of a young women and the more potent influence of the bottle. The film placed Puerto Vallarta on the map, and the congregation of Hollywood superstars and their entourages at the remote Mexico location, with Elizabeth Taylor joining her lover Richard Burton on-set (they were both married to others), has entered Hollywood folklore. The movie itself, however, is a largely insufferable excuse to wallow in self-imposed misery, despite dripping with displays and discussions of sexuality.

Shannon's inability to control his impulses represents a short-cut to ignominy, and four unmarried women offer the disgraced Reverend opportunities for either further debasement or redemption. Judith looks down upon him as filth as she desperately tries to protect Charlotte's reputation in a case of apportioning all blame in completely the wrong direction. Maxine is pragmatically engaged in a hedonistic lifestyle and enjoying the on-demand company of two perpetually maracas-shaking virile and much younger locals. She understands Shannon's weakness in front of the flesh all too well.

Hannah is touring the world riding the generosity of others, although she offers her amateur artistry and her grandfather's tottering talent in return. She connects with Shannon as another soul peddling culture to cover up abject failure. And finally Charlotte has embarked on an unconstrained expedition of sexual discovery, the presence of her chaperon a minor and inconsequential inconvenience.

Despite the potential for intrigue residing within the characters, director John Huston gets bogged down in static, long, and mind-numbingly talkative scenes. His script is unable to expand the material into a meaningful cinematic format and particularly in the second half settles for dialogue that would sound hopelessly artificial even on stage. The cast members don't help much, Burton (resigned), Gardner (jaunty) and Kerr (perceptive) appearing to be in different movies but all of them marginally overacting just the same.

An iguana spends a long time on a leash as Reverend Shannon is also roped to protect himself from his own worst tendencies. For both man and lizard, The Night Of The Iguana is tightly tied to the deep malaise of failure.






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Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Movie Review: East Side, West Side (1949)


A marriage, infidelity and murder story, East Side, West Side is a star-laden drama with a decidedly weak script.

In New York City, couple Jessie and Brandon Bourne (Barbara Stanwyck and James Mason) have patched up their marriage a year after he had an affair. She is a calm and patient housewife, while he is a playboy businessman unable to control his lust. Now his mistress Isabel Lorrison (Ava Gardner) has returned to town, and Brandon is quickly back under her trance and succumbing to his philandering instincts.

As Jessie struggles to decide whether she can ever trust Brandon again, she befriends department store model Rosa Senta (Cyd Charisse), and through her meets former police officer and now international investigator Mark Dwyer (Van Heflin). He immediately senses Jessie's inherent loneliness. Their lives are thrown into turmoil when a murder is committed, with no shortage of suspects with motives.

A glossy MGM production designed to showcase the sordid secrets of the rich elites, East Side, West Side features current and future stars in every meaningful role. The talented cast cannot save a feeble by-the-numbers script by Isobel Lennart, based on the Marcia Davenport novel. The dialogue is stiff, most of the actors go about their business in a mechanical trance, and director Mervyn LeRoy adds little to the drama.

With Stanwyck in particularly subdued form and Mason struggling to convince as a playboy not in control of his libido, the will-she-or-won't-she-leave-him dilemma never gains traction. Only Gardner adds some heat as the other woman, but her smoldering mannerisms land flat opposite Mason's lethargy. Heflin and Stanwyck are supposed to create an undercurrent of potential romance in the final act, but the absence of chemistry means they come across as friends at best.

The murder sub-plot arrives really late, suddenly lurching the film into a police procedural. A couple of hitherto barely seen marginal characters in the form of hoodlum Dawning (Douglas Kennedy) and icy blonde Felice (Beverly Michaels) become involved. And just as quickly, the case is tidied up, having contributed little to the central drama.

The film's title refers to the two halves of New York, upper class and working class. A brief sojourn by Mark and Jessie to his neighbourhood roots is thrown in to justify the reference, but like the rest of the movie, it's a perfunctory gesture.






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Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Movie Review: The Bible: In The Beginning...(1966)


The Book of Genesis brought to life in an American-Italian co-production, The Bible: In The Beginning... is a ponderous adaptation of some of ancient history's most famous stories.

God creates Adam (Michael Parks) and then Eve (Ulla Bergryd) in the Garden of Eden. After they eat the forbidden fruit God condemns them to a life of toil. Their son Cain (Richard Harris) kills his brother Abel (Franco Nero). Generations later, God decides to reset humanity with a massive flood and asks Noah (John Huston) to build the Ark to help restart all forms of life. Hundreds of years later the Tower of Babel is built under the leadership of the overly-arrogant King Nimrod (Stephen Boyd); God punishes his conceit by giving each man a different language and scattering humanity.

Abraham (George C. Scott), a descendant of Noah, follows God's command and leads his followers towards a promised land. His wife Sarah (Ava Gardner) cannot conceive, but she offers her Egyptian handmaiden Hagar (Zoe Sallis) to Abraham and she provides him with a son Ishmail. In the meantime the Cities of Sodom and Gomorrah become havens of corruption. God sends his Angel (Peter O'Toole) to oversee their destruction, but Abraham's nephew Lot (Gabriele Ferzetti) is spared. Sarah finally does conceive the child Isaac, but the elderly Abraham still has to face God's most difficult test.

Produced by Dino De Laurentiis and directed by John Huston, The Bible: In The Beginning arrived at the tail end of Hollywood's obsession with religious historical epics, and captures all that was bad with the bloated genre. Overly serious, with plastic characters and a complete absence of nuance, the film is unequivocal, overly reverential and way too long. It's The Bible set to slow moving albeit sometimes pretty images, with every episode prolonged well past what is needed, inflating the running time to a tiresome 174 minutes.

In addition to directing, Huston narrates, provides the voice of God, and has fun in the role of Noah. And it is the Ark episode, while still overextended, that is peppiest. Huston's twinkle in the eye introduces an element of human levity sorely missing from the rest of the film.

The Adam and Eve and Abraham stories get the bulk of the rest of the film. The Creation is a narration-dominated 30 minute opening interlude awash in the hazy colours of an imagined Eden, kicking off the film on a dull note. Despite a dedicated George C. Scott performance channeling his inner Charlton Heston, Abraham's story is rather botched. The Christopher Fry script shortchanges the man and his mission and devolves into a sordid drama about who will provide him with an offspring and when. The rivalry between Sarah and Hagar sets the precedent for catty television soap operas just a few thousand years later.

Surrendering too easily to earnest intentions, The Bible: In The Beginning never finds the flint needed to spark inspiration and creativity.






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Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Movie Review: Earthquake (1974)


A big scale disaster movie, Earthquake has some effective moments of destruction but is an otherwise sloppily constructed and cheese-filled exercise in tolerating aggravating stock characters spouting horrible lines of dialogue.

In Los Angeles, building engineer Stewart Graff (Charlton Heston) is having marital problems with his depressed wife Remy (Ava Gardner). A series of minor tremors create concern at the Mulholland Dam overlooking the city. At the California Seismological Institute a young staffer crunches the numbers and concludes that a major quake will likely strike the city within 48 hours, but his methodology is unproven. Meanwhile Stewart's boss and father-in-law Sam Royce (Lorne Green) promotes Stewart to President of their engineering company, but Stewart is more interested in pursuing young widow Denise Marshall (Geneviève Bujold).

The big quake does hit, effectively destroying Los Angeles. Stewart has to help Sam save employees from their partially destroyed office tower. Remy, Denise and Denise's injured young son Corry are evacuated to the basement of a supposedly quake-proof highrise. Others caught up in the mayhem are wannabe motorcycle daredevil Miles Quade (Richard Roundtree), short-tempered police officer Lou Slade (George Kennedy) and the financially strapped Rosa Amici (Victoria Principal). But just when it appears that the worst is over, there is more shaking to come.

Produced and directed by Mark Robson, Earthquake arrived at the peak of the epic disaster movie cycle of the early 1970s, with The Towering Inferno and Airport '75 released in the same year. Unfortunately gimmickry was already creeping into the genre as productions competed for viewers' attention. Unable to secure any relevant current stars to boost the box office, Earthquake resorted to something called Sensurround, a mammoth sound system designed to literally shake theatre seats with sub-audible "infra bass" sound waves.

Which is just as well, because what is on the screen is pretty awful. Earthquake underwent extensive post-production editing to tighten up the narrative, and the outcome is notably choppy. Other than the few minutes of special effects depicting the earthquake itself, the rest of the movie is two hours of badly-acted television-level drama. Despite a script co-written by Mario Puzo, the dialogue is cringe-worthy, the characters are stiff, and the attempts at drama and conflict border perilously near laughable.

The marital strife between Stewart and Remy plays like a particularly bad daytime soap episode, while Stewart's lusting after Denise is tawdry. Miles Quade disappears entirely from the ending of the movie, after wasting plenty of set-up time with a useless story about his ambition to be the next Evel Knievel. Walter Matthau appears under a pseudonym as an oblivious barfly, while George Kennedy plays a stock angry but good-hearted cop. Victoria Principal wages battle on two fronts: she fights against a frizzy hairdo that occupies half the screen, and fends off a deranged homicidal national guardsman (Marjoe Gortner) who stumbled in from another movie.

The only bits worth watching are the prolonged earthquake strike scenes, and the special effects range from reasonably impressive to amateurish. When an elevator crash ends with cartoon blood drops childishly superimposed on the image of mangled bodies, the splatter is literally on the screen for a genre that had nowhere to go but down.






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Saturday, 10 December 2016

Movie Review: The Killers (1946)


A film noir with plenty of panache, The Killers is a gritty crime story told with often mesmerizing style.

In a small town, two killers track down and shoot dead the surprisingly docile ex-convict Swede Anderson (Burt Lancaster), living incognito as gas station attendant Peter Lund. Swede left behind a small amount of life insurance money to an obscure beneficiary, prompting insurance company investigator Jim Reardon (Edmond O'Brien) to delve into Swede's backstory by interviewing his associates. Reardon eventually connects with police Lieutenant Sam Lubinsky (Sam Levene), who explains that Anderson had to abandon a career as a promising boxer due to a hand injury.

Smitten by beautiful gangster's moll Kitty Collins (Ava Gardner), Anderson drops his girlfriend Lilly (Virginia Christine) and turns to a life of crime. He eventually falls in with the gang of crime lord "Big Jim" Colfax (Albert Dekker), including Kitty (now Big Jim's girl) and two-bit criminals "Dum Dum" Clarke and "Blinky" Franklin, and they plot an audacious big-money company payroll heist. But not everyone is playing it straight, and with bullets flying Reardon will need to piece together a complicated story of double cross to uncover the truth.

Directed by Robert Siodmak as an adaptation of an Ernest Hemingway short story, The Killers is a taut and highly enjoyable crime thriller but not quite as perfect as its reputation would suggest. Although the plot is gripping and the stylistic elements are textbook noir, the film suffers from a few but significant shortcomings.

The first is the gaping emotional hole in the middle of the story. Siodmak and a team of three scriptwriters (including John Huston) settle on good-guy insurance investigator Jim Reardon as the most central character, and he is simply not interesting enough to hold the film together. This is a problem brilliantly solved in the 1964 remake by moving the killers themselves much closer to the core of the story. Here in the 1946 version the killers are faceless and peripheral characters, while their victim Anderson is a patchy presence, reasonably effective when on screen but all too frequently reduced to a fleeting secondary character.

The second weakness is the relationship between Anderson and Kitty Collins. His infatuation with her charms is essential to his demise, but here she is marginalized to a sultry presence on the edge of relevance, almost devoid of dialogue. Anderson stands at a distance agog at her mere existence. There is simply not enough dangerous attraction or connivance between the two, and the lack of genuine sensuality undermines the drama.

But otherwise The Killers is a feast for the eyes and the mind. Siodmak constructs almost every frame to celebrate harsh light and dark shadows, often using background light to bathe the film in silhouettes and obscure characters and faces engaged in the shadowy world of crime. The story is rich, convoluted and satisfying, a classic tale of multiple betrayals and ingenious dishonour among thieves.

Lancaster makes the most of his screen time to jump from retired circus acrobat to movie stardom. His take on Swede Anderson brings out the pathos of a strong man who could have been a contender but is now reduced to pursuing a life of crime, ensnared by men and women way more sophisticated at the game of treachery. Ava Gardner is underused but still intermittently captivating, while the rest of the cast members are generally entrenched in relatively stock portrayals.

Despite some stumbles, The Killers is a fascinating story of many flawed men and one scheming woman, enhanced by a visually stunning package.






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Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Movie Review: The Cassandra Crossing (1976)


A prosaic disaster movie, The Cassandra Crossing is filled with familiar names struggling against a mundane plot and listless execution.

In Geneva, terrorists break into the United States sector of the International Health Organization and attempt to blow up the building. They are thwarted, but not before releasing a secret strain of plague. One terrorist comes in contact with the disease and quickly becomes sick then dies. His partner is infected but escapes, and boards the train to Stockholm. U.S. Colonel Stephen Mackenzie (Burt Lancaster) sets up command at the IHO to respond to the emergency.

On board the train with the escaped terrorist is Dr. Jonathan Chamberlain (Richard Harris) and his ex-wife Jennifer (Sophia Loren), the elderly Herman Kaplan (Lee Strasberg), undercover detective Haley (O.J. Simpson), the very rich Nicole Dressler (Ava Gardner) and her toy boy Robby (Martin Sheen), a group of young travelers including folk singer Susan (Ann Turkel), and the conductor Max (Lionel Stander). As the disease spreads among the passengers, Chamberlain tries to control the outbreak, while MacKenzie plots a way to isolate the train and cover-up the whole incident. He orders that the train be diverted to an isolation camp in Poland, which will require using a dangerous, unmaintained bridge known as the Cassandra Crossing.

Co-produced by England's Sir Lew Grade and Italy's Carlo Ponti, The Cassandra Crossing collects former A-List stars in a career lull (Lancaster, Loren, Gardner, Harris) and mixes them with B-List wannabes (Simpson, Turkel) and adds just the single star-to-be (Sheen). There is enough talent on display to maintain a bare minimum of interest and engagement, the likes of Lancaster and Loren taking the project seriously enough to marginally compensate for the prevailing absurdity.

The script by Tom Mankiewicz, Robert Katz and director George Pan Cosmatos conjures up a sophomoric disaster idea from the tired segment of the cycle. This is a film in which none of the important plot points are actually explained. Among the many questions left to the imagination are the reasons behind the opening raid on the International Health Organization, a description of the actual substance causing the plague, and the lines of authority that could possibly allow MacKenzie to be the only one handling a crisis involving a thousand people, dozens of nationalities, and the borders of several sovereign nations.

Rather than delve into substance, Cosmatos passes the time with plenty of artistic shots of the train streaking through the European scenery, because not much is going on inside the train. The plague spreads and passengers get sick, and this simple premise has to sustain the narrative for about 90 minutes. There are no rescue attempts or heroics, just MacKenzie seemingly intent on ensuring that the train heads to the most derelict bridge on the continent, and Chamberlain running from car to car on the train trying to appear useful.

Cosmatos tries to stir up some tension with limp on-board subplots, like the horny couple trying to make out, the detective hounding a drug smuggler, the Holocaust survivor who does not want to return to Poland, and most unconvincingly, the banter between the Chamberlains. A kid and a nun are thrown in to complete the set of stereotypes. None of it takes hold, and the passengers remain a collection of actors thrown together with the promise of a pay cheque at the end of the trip.

The film's final 30 minutes veer towards the ridiculous, the train turning into a war zone as passengers take on moon suit equipped soldiers in an old-fashioned automatic rifle fight. The demise of the train cannot come quickly enough, and when it does, the special effects are toy set quality. The Cassandra Crossing, as it turns out, can barely carry its own weight.






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Monday, 10 March 2014

Movie Review: The Barefoot Contessa (1954)


A rags to riches to misery tragedy, The Barefoot Contessa is an epic story of a life that starts in earthy poverty and ends in rich desperation.

On a miserable rainy day in Italy, Hollywood director Harry Dawes (Humphrey Bogart) attends the funeral of Maria Vargas (Ava Gardner), and starts narrating her story in flashback. Maria is a Spanish dancer plucked by Harry from the obscurity of a glum household to star as a fresh face in films for novice but rich producer Kirk Edwards (Warren Stevens). Harry directs Maria in three films, and the marketing machine orchestrated by publicist Oscar Muldoon (Edmond O'Brien) turns her into a star.

Harry slips into the role of Maria's mentor and confidant. While he finds happiness with script girl Jerry (Elizabeth Sellars), Maria is always looking for true love, and finds Edwards too cold and the world of film stardom too fake. She turns her back on the industry and goes back to Europe with rich South American Alberto Bravano (Marius Goring). When Bravano reveals the depth of his shallowness Maria flees into the arms of Count Vincenzo Torlato-Favrini (Rossano Brazzi), who is desperately looking for a life companion. But just when Maria comes close to finding the happiness she has always craved, fate reveals more unwelcome surprises.

A frothy story, The Barefoot Contessa is Hollywood at its glamorous best, filled with the conceited rich finding ways to fritter away their money while pretending they have problems. The film is an uncomplimentary look at Hollywood types and the international set, particularly functionally useless tanned men who drink, smoke, gamble, sail, and seek women for entertainment or added wealth.

Director Joseph L. Mankiewicz wrote and produced The Barefoot Contessa, lovingly creating a profound tragedy built on human insensitivity and focussing on transformations in the shadow of life's main events as promises are made and broken and spirits soar only to be shattered.

Time and again Mankiewicz focuses his cameras not on what is happening but the reaction to it. The film opens with Maria's dance at a nondescript club; only the dance is not on film. Instead the behaviour of the audience members speaks volumes about Maria and her impact on men. The same is applied to Maria's screen test, her star-making films, her affairs, the trial of her father, her honeymoon, and her death - they all occur off-screen or in summary form, as Mankiewicz captures the outward motion of the waves that propagate from each crucial milestone.

There is a surprising amount of heart-to-heart dialogue, particularly in long scenes between Maria and Harry, as Mankiewicz announces early he will invest the time to delve into vulnerable emotions, the operatic pursuit of fairytale-like hopes and dreams, and the passionate quest for true destinies.

The Barefoot Contessa is lavishly filmed in plush colours, the dresses, hair, make-up, set design, cars, and scenery all competing for extravagance. Jack Cardiff's cinematography celebrates Europe as a playground for the rich and famous, avoiding the tourist traps where the riff raff congregate and instead finding the casinos, yachts and mansions the elite call home.

At the height of her stardom, Gardner is the picture of glamour. Her acting is never stellar, but she finds plenty of quiet range to create in Maria a tragic heroine, emotionally wounded, independent, stubborn and tied to a fate written by her spirit. Bogart, less than three years away from death, gives one of his deepest and calmest performances. The relationship between Harry and Maria is a touching embrace, a rare example of a naturally forming mentorship thriving on mutual respect and admiration. In support, Edmond O'Brien won the Best Supporting Actor Academy Award for his turn as the sweaty, fast-talking Oscar Muldoon.

The Barefoot Contessa starts and ends with death, and in between leaves deep footprints in the rich soil of Hollywood's sumptuous dramas.






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Thursday, 6 March 2014

Movie Review: Mogambo (1953)


An adventure romance set in darkest Africa, Mogambo makes good use of its setting and star charisma to overcome an overwrought love triangle.

Victor Marswell (Clark Gable) runs a big game hunting and animal capture business deep in the African jungle, his base accessible only by river boat. His associates are the sympathetic John "Brownie" Brown-Pryce (Philip Stainton) and the hard-drinking Boltchak (Eric Pohlmann). Eloise "Honey Bear" Kelly (Ava Gardner) arrives at Victor's outpost one day hoping to connect with a rich maharajah friend, but he is long gone and she is stranded. Undeterred, Kelly makes herself comfortable and tries to win Victor's affections.

Next to arrive are English couple Donald Nordley and his wife Linda (Donald Sinden and Grace Kelly). He is an anthropologist who wants to study gorillas, while Linda is faithful to her husband but stuck in a passionless marriage. She is immediately attracted to Victor, who also falls in love with her, ignoring Kelly. But Honey Bear will not give up easily, and as the party moves ever deeper into dangerous gorilla territory, Linda has to decide if Victor is worth destroying her marriage for, while Kelly waits for her opportunity to regain Victor's attention.

Mogambo means passion in Swahili, and the passion overflows throughout the film. Kelly and Linda lust after Victor, he is passionate about his lifestyle, and Donald is passionate about capturing the sights and sounds of gorillas in their natural habitat.

Despite the obvious shortcomings, it is really difficult to dislike Mogambo. This is old fashioned Hollywood filmmaking at its most gloriously hokey, director John Ford, as far as possible from his comfort zone of westerns, mixing location shooting with stock footage, ignoring the obvious mismatches in colour and lighting, and stirring in an overcooked love triangle layered so thick with gooey syrup that even the gorillas shake their heads.

In Mogambo, the mere presence of Clark Gable is enough to bring women to their knees. Victor does not need to actually do anything or reveal any personality. Gable may be too old for the role, but it doesn't matter: the jungle heat dominates. Victor's gruff exterior and "lord of the jungle" posture is enough to make first Kelly then Linda melt into hopeless puddles. Honey Bear does not hide it, while for the sake of appearances Linda tries to but fails and literally falls into his arms. It's the sort of romance-by-hero that makes no sense, and yet in deepest Africa, surrounded by local tribes, wild animals, monsoon rains, a rudimentary yet cozy lodge and the life of the hunter, the overheated emotions seem to perfectly match the surroundings.

On her way to securing her only nomination for the Best Actress Academy Award, Ava Gardner is easily the brightest flower in the jungle, her Honey Bear filled with earthy wise cracks, self-deprecation and no small amount of determination to make the best of her situation. Meanwhile, on the cusp of stardom, Grace Kelly's soon to be established cold blonde persona is out of place in the rough, and Linda knows it. She is only there to support her bland husband Donald, but Victor gives her a reason to dream about an alternate life filled with both animals and animal magnetism. Gable is Gable, a no nonsense take-me-for-who-I-am-and-I'll-take-you-any-way-I-like persona. In Mogambo there are baby gorillas and adult gorillas, but only one king gorilla.






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