Showing posts with label Dean Stockwell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dean Stockwell. Show all posts

Wednesday, 1 July 2026

Movie Review: Paris, Texas (1984)


Genre: Drama  
Director: Wim Wenders  
Starring: Harry Dean Stanton, Nastassja Kinski, Dean Stockwell  
Running Time: 147 minutes  

Synopsis: Travis (Harry Dean Stanton) walks out of the West Texas desert four years after abandoning his family. His brother Walt (Dean Stockwell) is summoned to fetch him, and the two men drive back to Los Angeles where Walt and his wife Anne (Aurore Clément) have been caring for Travis' son Hunter. After Travis tentatively re-establishes a bond with his child, he sets out to search for his wife Jane (Nastassja Kinski), who also disappeared four years prior. 

What Works Well: Director Wim Wenders and writer Sam Shepard take a long, and hard, look at the state of masculinity in the west. In the shape of Travis, they define a mostly silent crisis built on an inability to communicate and cohabitate, but also a deep conviction that a form of imperfect redemption is possible. Augmented by stellar Robby Müller cinematography and a comfortably nervous Ry Cooder music score, the desert terrain that forged a mythically heroic western persona now spits out a broken man who has lost everything but is still determined to make amends. In a career filled with character roles, Harry Dean Stanton achieves a captivating highlight as an emotionally battered average man, as does Nastassja Kinski as a young wife and mother doing what she must to survive.

What Does Not Work As Well: The final act is a compelling tour-de-force of vulnerability shared in separation, but also defaults to describing rather than showing the demons at the heart of Travis' crisis. 

Key Quote:
Jane (to Travis): I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice.



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Sunday, 1 January 2023

Movie Review: Compulsion (1959)


Genre: Crime and Courtroom Drama
Director: Richard Fleischer
Starring: Dean Stockwell, Bradford Dillman, E.G. Marshall, Orson Welles
Running Time: 103 minutes

Synopsis: In Chicago of 1924, wealthy college law students Judd (Dean Stockwell) and Artie (Bradford Dillman) bludgeon fellow classmate Paulie Kessler to death and dump his body in a ditch. Judd believes his superior intellect will help him get away with murder, and yet he is emotionally dependent on the more playful Artie. Judd starts to develop emotions towards Ruth (Diane Varsi), while her boyfriend Sid (Martin Milner), a budding journalist, uncovers evidence linking Judd to the crime scene. District Attorney Horn (E.G. Marshall) investigates, while Judd's family hires celebrated veteran lawyer Jonathan Wilk (Orson Welles) to mount a defence.

What Works: Director Fleischer and writer Richard Murphy adapt Meyer Levin's book, a fictionalized account of the Leopold and Loeb murder case, as a chilling exploration of evil lurking within privilege. Guilt is never in question, just the bewildering, conniving, and wrecked emotional state of two murderers brought to life by Bradford Dillman and Dean Stockwell in complex performances. A frumpled Orson Welles arrives in the final third and proceeds to dominate a gripping courtroom drama where mental state and justice-as-bloodlust are the central questions. Fleischer and cinematographer William C. Mellor are alway seeking interesting perspectives, including excellent use of mirrors and eyeglasses, and emphasis on the grandiosity of elite internal spaces.

What Does Not Work As Well: Welles' prolonged final monologue to the packed courtroom goes on well after he makes his key points.

Conclusion: A stinging journey into the maze of damaged psyches and societal consequences.



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Saturday, 4 March 2017

Movie Review: Married To The Mob (1988)


A mobster comedy for adults, Married To The Mob mixes violence with laughs. The film achieves a steady level of caricaturish entertainment but is generally overbaked.

In New Jersey, Angela (Michelle Pfeiffer) is getting tired of life as the wife of mob contract killer Frank "The Cucumber" de Marco  (Alec Baldwin). She demands a divorce, but Frank laughs it off. Everything changes when mob boss Tony "The Tiger" Russo (Dean Stockwell) kills Frank because he dared to share the same mistress. Tony immediately turns his attention to seducing Angela, much to the disgust of Tony's wife Connie (Mercedes Ruehl).

FBI Agents Michael Downey (Matthew Modine) and Ed Benitez (Oliver Platt) are tailing Tony and spot an opportunity to get to him through Angela. She moves with her young son to a derelict New York City apartment to try and start a new life, but Angela can't shake off the attentions of Tony, the FBI, or a furious Connie.

Directed by Jonathan Demme, Married To The Mob hits the notes it aims for, but this is a film that goes for dissonance. Roughly equivalent to Gloria on dubious amounts of laughing gas, Married To The Mob tries to do too much, but also does enough to generate occasionally satisfying madcap energy.

Demme often appears to be working from a hodgepodge script with too many ideas and not enough focus. Cold blooded assassinations and shootouts, a human story about a woman and child seeking a new start, a satirical look at the garish styles of the wives of gang goons, a tentative romance between the widow Angela and the agent Downey, an unexplained war between rival mob gangs, and finally over the top comedy mainly driven by Connie's rage are all thrown together into one mixing bowl. The result cannot be taken seriously in any context, and the film survives on the strength of committed performances.

Pfeiffer, Stockwell and Ruehl play it loud, which is the only way to compete with the sound of material splattering all over the screen. The big 1980s era hair gives the ladies licence to crash through all lines of subtlety. While Pfeiffer tries to maintain some level of serious drama, Ruehl just abandons all pretense and fully invests in wild antics and wide-eyed fury. Stockwell contributes the best moments as he fluctuates between oily mob boss and smarmy lecher pursuing the one woman who dares to resist him. Matthew Modine is just too blank to register, despite several disguises.

Married To The Mob reaches an appropriately wild and bloody climax in Miami, the vivid seaside colours adding a final flourish to the pop-off-the-screen intentions.

 




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Thursday, 21 July 2011

Movie Review: Blue Velvet (1986)


A delectable combination of the weird, the disturbing and the stylish, Blue Velvet is an unforgettable film experience. Director and screenwriter David Lynch dreams up a nightmare of utter human evil lurking just below the surface of normalcy, and ensures that every small quaint town will forever be viewed with suspicion:  heinous people may be hiding in every shadow.

College student Jeffrey Beaumont (Kyle MacLachlan) returns to his hometown of Lumberton to visit his ailing Dad, who has suffered a stroke. Out on a walk, Jeffrey makes a gruesome discovery: a discarded, severed human ear. Jeffrey alerts Detective Williams, who starts to investigate, while Jeffrey re-connects with Sandy (Laura Dern), the detective's daughter. Sandy informs Jeffrey that sultry local nightclub singer Dorothy Vallens (Isabella Rossellini), whose signature song is Blue Velvet, is in some kind of trouble and is being investigated by the police.

With Sandy's help, Jeffrey breaks into Dorothy's apartment, but has to hide in the closet and watch in horror as a brute of man called Frank (Dennis Hopper), who inhales an unknown substance through a gas mask, arrives and sexually humiliates and violently abuses Dorothy. Jeffrey surmises that Frank and his men are holding Dorothy's husband Don, the former owner of the severed ear, and her child Donny hostage while Frank regularly forces her to cater to his deviant sexual whims.

Despite all the warning signs, Jeffrey can't stop himself getting involved. He dives into an affair with Dorothy and starts tailing and photographing Frank and his men, uncovering their illegal activities. Frank is soon onto Jeffrey, who gets beaten up after being introduced to Frank's drug and prostitution den, where the beyond creepy Ben (Dean Stockwell) holds court. With the police moving in, Jeffrey finds himself in way over his head, as he tries to save Dorothy from Frank's insanity while the bodies pile up.

The plot of Blue Velvet matters little, and on close examination, makes even less sense. The film is an artistic canvass for Lynch to intricately paint several intertwining themes about the human and societal experience, the most prominent of which is the inevitable transition to adulthood. Jeffrey's insistence on continuously meddling with the criminal underworld appears infuriating: he ignores every opportunity to walk away from trouble. Through Jeffrey's actions, Lynch is emphasizing that there is no choice about growing up and dealing with the difficult and sometimes dangerous problems of adulthood.

A second theme is what lies beneath the surface. Life in Lumberton appears as idyllic as the American dream can get, white picket fences, smiling firemen, and lazy summer days lounging in the yard. It is so surreal that Lynch infuses Lumberton with many 1950s shadings, a decade perceived as more innocent, optimistic and hopeful. Co-existing just below this veneer of perfection are the sordid criminals, and throughout his movie Lynch scatters parallels between Frank and his gang and the ugly insects just below the surface of the manicured lawn introduced in the opening sequence.

A related and more complex theme that Lynch plays with is the contradiction between outward appearance and actual behaviour. Not only does society have inner secrets, every individual may harbour confounding hidden behaviours and motivations. Sandy is the daughter of a police officer, blonde, wholesome and seemingly all good. Yet she doesn't hesitate to tell Jeffrey classified police information that starts him on the road to trouble; she helps him to break into Dorothy's apartment; and she repeatedly ignores her boyfriend Michael as she enjoys the ride that Jeffrey's adventure furnishes for her.

Dorothy is the dark cabaret singer that seemingly represents nothing but trouble. Yet of all the characters in the film she is the one most victimized and in most need of rescuing. Detective Williams is supposed to help but is always giving Jeffrey a suspicious look; and his partner Detective Gordon certainly proves to be much more dangerous than he first appears. Lynch is providing a reminder that for grown-ups, the game of life becomes much more complex, and both people and places are often not what they seem.

Helping Lynch to deliver this kaleidoscope are four actors who have rarely been better. Kyle MacLachlan's movie career never flourished, but as Jeffrey he was perfect, combining innocence with an eagerness to pursue danger to its darkest corners. Laura Dern projects nothing but fresh-faced chastity while she effortlessly behaves in much naughtier ways. Her performance is a magician's sleight of hand, dazzling with a diversionary look while pulling off entirely unexpected actions: in many ways, Sandy is the most interesting and complex character in the movie.

Isabella Rossellini takes on the role of Dorothy with gusto, and her performance is certainly brave: abused, victimized, yet demanding more of the same because that is all she knows, she lives in a world so black that absolute mental darkness is her only comfort zone. And finally, Dennis Hopper brings Frank to life, one of the most vile characters ever placed on the screen. Vicious, abusive, manipulative, intimidating, foul-mouthed, addicted to something through that inhaler, and without a single redeeming feature, Frank is just plain scary. In a career with several highlights, Frank is one of Hopper's stand-out roles.

Blue Velvet is a one-of-a-kind searing bolt of originality that leaves a permanent and most memorable mark.






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