Showing posts with label Rock Hudson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rock Hudson. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 April 2026

Movie Review: Hornets' Nest (1970)


Genre: World War 2 Action  
Director: Phil Karlson  
Starring: Rock Hudson, Sylva Koscina  
Running Time: 110 minutes  

Synopsis: In Italy of 1944, the badly wounded Captain Turner (Rock Hudson) is the only survivor from a group of paratroopers on a mission to blow up a strategic dam. He is captured by a ragtag partisan militia of children led by teenager Aldo (Mark Colleano), who lost his family when the Nazi SS massacred local villagers. Aldo pressures a German doctor (Sylva Koscina) to heal Turner's wounds, then creates an uneasy alliance with the American: the children militia will help with the dam mission in return for Turner's help to avenge the village massacre.

What Works Well: This Italian-American production raises pointed questions about bloodlust and the impact of war on children. Aldo's sole motive is to avenge his parents, and he descends into soulless killing, desensitized to the pain he is causing. Rock Hudson, despite an unfortunate moustache, is the jaded professional soldier using every available means to complete his mission. The German Captain von Hecht (Sergio Fantoni) represents the more human side of the German occupiers.

What Does Not Work As Well: This is an underfinanced effort cluelessly leapfrogging large plot holes, including Turner's miraculous recovery from seemingly serious injuries, and jarring inattention to a sense of time and place, with the locations of the dam and Aldo's village either days or minutes apart. A group of untrained children cause large casualties among German troops, and the central mission to blow up the dam becomes an afterthought, including no indications of downstream damage caused. Indeed, Turner and the boys appear to "escape" straight into the flood zone. Ennio Morricone's music score is among his less memorable efforts.

Key Quote:
Aldo (angrily): You ever seen the Nazis put your father in front of a machine gun? You ever lie there and watch them take your mother? Your sister? Nobody's going to tell me what we are!



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Movie Review: The Mirror Crack'd (1980)


Genre: Crime Mystery  
Director: Guy Hamilton  
Starring: Angela Lansbury, Rock Hudson, Elizabeth Taylor, Kim Novak, Tony Curtis, Edward Fox, Geraldine Chaplin  
Running Time: 105 minutes  

Synopsis: It's 1953 in rural England. American film director Jason Rudd (Rock Hudson) is in town to prepare for his next movie, featuring a big comeback role for his troubled wife Marina (Elizabeth Taylor). Marty Fenn (Tony Curtis) is the producer, and his wife Lola (Kim Novak) is Marina's nemesis. When a local woman is murdered by poison at the estate where Jason and Marina are residing, local woman Jane Marple (Angela Lansbury) and her nephew Inspector Craddock (Edward Fox) investigate.

What Works Well: In her few scenes, Angela Lansbury is a dotty delight, and Rock Hudson brings a welcome sturdiness to the otherwise over-animated cast. The quaint English village setting is idyllic, while Elizabeth Taylor and Kim Novak exchange sharp barbs as lifelong rival actresses not afraid to wish each other the worst.

What Does Not Work As Well: The murder victim is an annoying nobody, and Miss Marple is sidelined in her own movie, the bland Craddock leading most of the detective work. Taylor, Novak, and Tony Curtis, all near their career twilights, lean towards exaggerated theatricality. Director Guy Hamilton errs on the side of too many red herrings and not enough real clues, but regardless, the murderer is not hard to guess. This is a weaker Agatha Christie story (despite being based on an actual tragedy that befell actress Gene Tierney), and translates to a limp cinematic effort.

Key Quote:
Lola (to Marina): And I'm so glad to see that you've not only kept your GORGEOUS figure, but you've added SO MUCH to it!



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Sunday, 1 March 2026

Movie Review: The Undefeated (1969)


Genre: Western  
Director: Andrew V. McLaglen  
Starring: John Wayne, Rock Hudson, Ben Johnson, Jan-Michael Vincent  
Running Time: 118 minutes  

Synopsis: After the end of the Civil War, Union Colonel John Henry Thomas (John Wayne) resigns from the military and leads his men on a round-up of 3,000 wild horses, intending to sell them to the army. Meanwhile, Confederate Colonel James Langdon (Rock Hudson) embarks on a journey to relocate his family and surviving soldiers to Mexico. Thomas is offered a better price to sell his horses in Mexico, and crosses paths with Langdon. The two former enemies have to cooperate to confront bandits and the murky alliances of an unfolding Mexican revolution.

What Works Well: This is a sturdy if unspectacular Western focusing on post-Civil War reconciliation, John Wayne and Rock Hudson representing the two sides of the conflict and developing a quick but still spiky rapport. The concept is extended to an inter-racial romance featuring Thomas' adopted Cherokee son and Langdon's daughter. Andrew V. McLaglen fills the screen with impressive shots of thousands of horses galloping to Hugo Montenegro's grandiose music score, and the final act surprisingly avoids genre cliches. 

What Does Not Work As Well: At 62-year-old, John Wayne mostly stands to the side and contributes quips and reaction shots. The bad guys are non-descript bandits and imported French troops, robbing the narrative of meaningful antagonists. The middle act is a low energy waiting game with not much plot advancement, and in the context of late 1960s westerns from Peckinpah and Leone, this one is almost quaint.

Key Quote:
James Langdon's sister-in-law Ann: You went out there to talk, why did you have to shoot the man?
John Henry Thomas: Conversation kinda dried up, ma'am.



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Friday, 30 August 2024

Movie Review: Seconds (1966)


Genre: Psychological Drama  
Director: John Frankenheimer  
Starring: Rock Hudson, John Randolph, Frances Reid, Salome Jens  
Running Time: 107 minutes  

Synopsis: Arthur Hamilton (John Randolph) is a middle class New York banking executive, living a comfortable but passionless life with his wife Emily (Frances Reid). Lured by a friend, Arthur connects with a mysterious company that fakes his death, changes his appearance through plastic surgery, and provides him a fresh start in Malibu as artist Tony Wilson (Rock Hudson). He has trouble adjusting to his new responsibility-free life, then meets free-spirited neighbour Nora Marcus (Salome Jens), who releases his inhibitions.

What Works Well: The adaptation of David Ely's book is full of thought-provoking and often startling condemnations, including torpedo shots at the inattentive descent into middle class detachment, and the enticing fantasy to start over. Director John Frankenheimer and cinematographer James Hong Howe toy with horror elements, using extreme close-ups, stark black-and-wide photography, and audacious editing to convey Arthur's psychological and physical anguish. Rock Hudson finds a career highlight in an unlikely role of personal discovery, and is ably supported by John Randolph and a small but key contribution from Will Geer as the head of the shadowy enterprise trading in "reborns". 

What Does Not Work As Well: After Arthur's transformation, the middle act exchanges subtlety for brashness featuring a Dionysian clothing-optional festival followed by an alcohol-drenched cocktail party: both are prolonged well after the point is made. 

Key Quote:
Isn't it easier to go forward when you know you can't go back?



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Saturday, 11 May 2024

Movie Review: Avalanche (1978)


Genre: Disaster Thriller  
Director: Corey Allen  
Starring: Rock Hudson, Mia Farrow, Robert Forster, Jeanette Nolan  
Running Time: 91 minutes  

Synopsis: Skiers, figure skaters, and ski mobile racers gather for sports activities at the luxurious Colorado ski resort built by business tycoon David Shelby (Rock Hudson) in the shadow of a dangerous mountain. The attendees include David's ex-wife Caroline (Mia Farrow), his mother (Jeanette Nolan), a television reporter (Barry Primus), a champion skier (Rick Moses), and environmentalist Nick Thorne (Robert Forster), whose avalanche warnings are ignored. When a small plane crashes into the mountain after a snow storm, a deadly avalanche is indeed triggered.

What Works Well: From among a cast of actors who ought to have known better, Robert Forster suffers the least embarrassment, and the running time is mercifully short.

What Does Not Work As Well: Low budget producer Roger Corman joins the 1970s disaster movie cycle, and scrounges enough funds to attract a couple of marquee stars. But it's unclear if Rock Hudson (channeling William Shatner) and Mia Farrow (setting a speed record between F. Scott Fitzgerald '74 and Corman '78) ever fully read the script. They conclude this disaster exchanging gooey looks over champagne while surrounded by a mountain of corpses. The laughable special effects include prominent use of feathers and Styrofoam cubes, the actors struggle with throwaway dialogue, and no characters generate sufficient interest for anyone to care who lives and who dies.

Conclusion: Swept into the abyss of awfulness.



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Saturday, 2 December 2023

Movie Review: Ice Station Zebra (1968)


Genre: Cold War Espionage Thriller
Directors: John Sturges
Starring: Rock Hudson, Ernest Borgnine, Patrick McGoohan, Jim Brown
Running Time: 149 minutes

Synopsis: After a spy satellite carrying a coveted capsule falls back to Earth, the US Navy's submarine Commander James Ferraday (Rock Hudson) is dispatched to Ice Station Zebra in the Arctic. On board the sub is British spy Jones (Patrick McGoohan) on a secret mission, joined by Russian double-agent Vaslov (Ernest Borgnine) and US Marines Captain Anders (Jim Brown). The dangerous journey below the ice includes an attempted sabotage, but the extent of Ferraday's challenge only becomes apparent when the group arrives at their frigid destination.

What Works Well: The under-the-ice cinematography is excellent, and the best moments celebrate Cold War hardware: submarine, satellites, and planes. The sabotage sequence carries decent tension.

What Does Not Work As Well: The adaptation of Alistair MacLean's novel is overlong and remarkably dull. Essential plot drivers are kept hidden for the best part of two hours, and when finally revealed, none of the details pass even the most cursory logic inspection. The characters are cardboard cutouts with no background or personality, and the final climax is a ridiculous showdown on an unconvincing set.

Conclusion: A sloppy combination of senseless plotting and slack execution.






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Tuesday, 30 August 2022

Movie Review: All That Heaven Allows (1955)

A romantic melodrama, All That Heaven Allows is saturated with colours and emotions. Passions mix with virtue lessons in an obvious but undeniably attractive package.

In the suburban New England community of Stoningham, Cary Scott (Jane Wyman) is a wealthy widow tentatively returning to socializing. Her best friend Sara (Agnes Moorehead) encourages her to re-engage with the exclusive social club, where well-heeled suitors await. But Cary is most intrigued by her handsome and righteous arborist Ron Kirby (Rock Hudson), who lives a simple rugged life and enjoys the company of genuine friends. 

Although he is younger, of modest means, and from outside her social circle, Cary falls in love with Ron and they make plans to marry. Sara warns her friend that the community will be scandalized, and Cary is further shaken by the reaction of her two college-aged children, son Ned and daughter Kay.

Directed by Douglas Sirk and written by Peg Fenwick, All That Heaven Allows takes aim at upper middle class vanity. In an efficient 89 minutes, the narrative bounces a romance against societal and familial expectations, exposing hypocrisies and classist expectations guiding dreadful behaviours. The town gossip Mona (Jacqueline deWit, suitably insufferable), Cary's own selfish children, and lecherous men hiding behind cocktails all create a warped decision lens that deems Ron unworthy.

In addition to the hurdles thrown in the way of a romantic reawakening, the film is equally interested in a mother's dilemmas. As a widow Cary is expected to fade away into lonely irrelevance in front of a television set, while Ned and Kay are free to rage about her choices then pursue their own lives. Sirk and Fenwick allow Cary to confront immature and condescending attitudes, then empower her to chart an independent path in a laudable self-recognition of value.

Jane Wyman comfortably dominates the cast, although her acting sometimes defaults to mid-distance stares, while Rock Hudson does not so much act as represent an unshackled life. The music score by Frank Skinner is predictably sentimental and cluttered with crescendos.

The potent, brisk and syrupy plot is enhanced by stunning visuals. Starting with the rich colours of autumn before transitioning into an idyllic snow-covered winter, Sirk drenches the drama in vivid colours with impeccable framing, every scene a postcard-worthy composition. Nature, structures, and wardrobes are always perfectly harmonious, hues and arrangements popping off the screen in a display of meticulous perfection. The facade of beauty underlines the importance of keeping up appearances, and heightens the fervent struggle between pettiness and authenticity.



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Saturday, 29 January 2022

Movie Review: Magnificent Obsession (1954)

An emotionally bloated romantic melodrama, Magnificent Obsession is a love story inflated by religious pretensions and a close-to-ridiculous narrative.

Playboy millionaire and medical school drop-out Bob Merrick (Rock Hudson) crashes his power boat. His life is saved by a resuscitator, but at the same time the respected Dr. Phillips suffers a heart attack and dies because the life-saving device is unavailable. Bob meets the deceased doctor's widow Helen (Jane Wyman) and immediately falls in love with her, but she rejects him as opportunistic and crass.

Helen's friend Randolph (Otto Kruger) mentors Bob about empathy, charitable work, and doing good for others without asking for anything in return. But Bob is clumsy in applying these lessons, and causes an accident that leaves Helen blind and in the care of her loyal nurse Nancy (Agnes Moorehead). Bob adopts the personality of Robby and again tries to prove his love for Helen. He arranges for top medical experts to review her case, but Joyce's step-daughter Joyce (Barbara Rush) remains sceptical.

It's difficult to take anything that happens in Magnificent Obsession seriously. The film is dominated by plastic characters over-emoting at successive contrived crises, and director Douglas Sirk comes dangerously close to delivering an unintended comedy of dreck. The film adapts a 1929 book by Lutheran minister Lloyd C. Douglas, but this is still no excuse for the choral choir to blare onto the soundtrack every ten minutes, triple underlining holier-than-thou awakenings of the spirit.

The love story spends a long time in stalker territory, with stars Rock Hudson and Jane Wyman sharing no chemistry. Sirk does deliver gorgeous aesthetics, sparkling use of colour, and dreamy locations, and the one idyllic evening Bob and Helen spend together in Switzerland finally catches some magic. But then irrational behaviours burst back to prolong the mushiness and trample the mood, the final act striding into plain silly territory.

Rock Hudson is dramatically upright as his character navigates an unlikely arc, but Jane Wyman is mostly bland. Agnes Moorehead and Barbara Rush add quality in the supporting roles. Otto Kruger is saddled with a holiness just short of a visible halo, Sirk even finding a late angle for Randolph to hover over Bob in a physical representation of spectral influence. 

Magnificent Obsession means well, but lacks the sophistication to sell its own beliefs.



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Monday, 10 January 2022

Movie Review: The Ambassador (1984)

A politics-and-blackmail drama, The Ambassador strides into the Middle East conflict and makes a messy situation much worse.

Peter Hacker (Robert Mitchum) is the idealistic US Ambassador to Israel, on a personal quest to start peace talks in the region. After a meeting in the desert with the Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO) goes wrong, Hacker and his chief of security Frank Stevenson (Rock Hudson) learn that Hacker's bored and boozy wife Alex (Ellen Burstyn) is having an affair. Her infidelity has been caught on film and Hacker is blackmailed for $1 million.

The blackmail plot gets more convoluted when Stevenson uncovers the identity of Alex's lover as Mustapha Hashimi (Fabio Testi), a souvenir shop owner but also an influential PLO member. With a KGB assassin on the prowl, the Mossad pursuing its own agenda, and Israeli Defense Minister Eretz (Donald Pleasence) trying to keep a lid on the situation, Hacker shrugs off the blackmail and doggedly pursues talks between Palestinian and Israeli students.

A Cannon Group B-movie production filmed in Israel, The Ambassador collects an impressive list of stars eager to claim an easy pay cheque. Director J. Lee Thompson, at this stage churning out schlocky movies for undiscerning action fans, is saddled with an inane script by Max Jack, and the outcome never rises above the level of a cheap flick out of its depth in pretending to tackle a complex geopolitical crisis. 

The ludicrous events start early and never subside. The action starts with the US ambassador personally arranging and attending a meeting outside diplomatic channels in the middle of the desert; continues with Hacker shrugging off a blackmail attempt that could end his career and embarrass his government; and ends with the diplomat engaging in a punch-up with an AK-47 wielding terrorist in the middle of a massacre. The climax is a gore-fest inserted to satisfy blood-thirsty action aficionados doubtlessly bored by the confusing politics.

The cast members spout their lines with no conviction, Mitchum registering a new level of going-through-the-motions. Hudson, in his final big-screen role, represents the beginning and the end of security for the ambassador, and spends most of the movie chasing after a smut reel on the assumption no one is capable of making more copies. Pleasence and Testi take their roles more seriously and must be thankful their screen time is relatively limited. At 51 years old, Burstyn bravely participates in a sex scene, but is otherwise confined to the stock role of unsatisfied wife. 

Commendably, The Ambassador presses a message for peace and dialogue. Unfortunately, good intentions are steamrolled by outstanding incompetence.



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Friday, 10 July 2020

Movie Review: The Last Sunset (1961)


An astute western, The Last Sunset adds character texture, multiple romantic threads and complex themes to traditional genre elements.

In Mexico, Bren O'Malley (Kirk Douglas) rides to the ranch of Belle Breckenridge (Dorothy Malone), his lover from years ago. She is now married to the limping and bottle-dependent cattle baron John Breckenridge (Joseph Cotten), and has a 15 year old daughter Melissa (Carol Lynley). Bren is honest about his intentions to win back Belle's love while Melissa quickly develops a crush on the handsome stranger, despite their age difference.

Sheriff Dana Stribling (Rock Hudson) arrives at the Breckenridge ranch with a Texas-issued warrant to arrest Bren for murder. But this is also a personal pursuit, because the murder victim was Stribling's brother-in-law. Dana is immediately smitten with Belle, creating a romantic triangle. The two men agree to pause their looming showdown and help the Breckenridge family drive 1,000 head of cattle to Texas, where the fugitive and the sheriff will settle their differences.

An adaptation of a Howard Rigsby novel produced by Douglas' company Brynaprod, The Last Sunset delivers all the staples expected from a conventional western. The cattle drive as a centerpiece and transformative journey carries echoes from Red River, as does the conflict between two strong personalities at the helm. An epic fist-fight, no-good bandits (including the omnipresent Jack Elam), foul weather, stray cattle, quicksand and a run-in with a native tribe all make an appearance. 

Despite the cliches and some sticky, creaky and melodramatic moments, director Robert Aldrich keeps the action moving, aided by visually rich and colourful cinematography courtesy of Ernest Laszlo. But writer Dalton Trumbo, in a post-blacklist credit, is also interested in pushing well beyond typical genre topics. The Last Sunset features multiple elaborate romantic pursuits and two compelling women in the mother-daughter pair of Belle and Melissa, both provided with expansive arcs.

Belle finds herself at the centre of three men. Her husband is the weakest (Joseph Cotten in a thankless role), O'Malley is the fiery lover from her past and Stribling the potentially more promising and stable presence. Dorothy Malone strikes the right balance portraying a woman with a sudden range of options and a pragmatic disposition to assess them, and Belle takes her place among the more memorable women in westerns.

Melissa (nicknamed Missy by O'Malley) slowly gains presence, first as an awe-struck teenager then as a more outspoken woman-in-the-making. Carol Lynley grows into the role and asserts increasing influence as the cattle drive reaches a climax. The relationship twist in the tail is not difficult to anticipate, and Trumbo strides into dangerous territory with eyes open and an elegant ending in mind.

Douglas gave Hudson first billing, and he is fine in the lead role as a guardian of the law with a personal sting. But Douglas reserved the more intricate role for himself as Bren O'Malley, a man at the crossroads and eager to right past wrongs but still at the mercy of his character failings. He pursues a long-gone vision of Belle and is emotionally ambushed by the emergence of Missy as an eager here-and-now lover. O'Malley has to navigate away from a dark past and into a potentially impossible future.

In a relatively tangential side-story, the resolution of John Breckenridge's journey reveals the breadth of narrative ambition. His past as a confederate soldier catches up with him, and Trumbo writes a soul-destroying scene for a broken man facing the ultimate humiliation. The Last Sunset is a challenging time for men and women on the frontier, and a more than worthwhile western.






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Sunday, 13 January 2019

Movie Review: Written On The Wind (1956)


A four-way romantic drama smoldering within an oil tycoon family, Written On The Wind offers up love and lust among the idle rich.

Kyle Hadley (Robert Stack) is the hard-drinking playboy and scion of the Texas-based Hadley oil empire, founded by his father Jasper (Brian Keith). Kyle's best friend since childhood is Mitch Wayne (Rock Hudson), a geologist and stand-up guy, and son of salt-of-the-earth farmer Hoak (Harry Shannon). Kyle's sister Marylee (Dorothy Malone) is the conniving town tart, sleeping with any willing guy while still hoping to attract Mitch's attention.

While on a business trip to New York City Kyle and Mitch meet executive secretary Lucy Moore (Lauren Bacall). Both fall in love with her, but Mitch stands aside and allows Kyle to instigate an immediate courtship followed by a quick marriage. Lucy helps Kyle settle down and stop drinking, but within a year he receives unwelcome news, rocking his new-found stability.

A melodramatic and over-clocked drama, Written On The Wind is one of the templates for what would become standard television prime-time fare a couple of decades later: lust, love, jealousy, miscellaneous between-the-sheets shenanigans and the all-round bad behaviour of the rich and famous, all presented in glossy imagery, vivid colours and with photogenic stars.

The book by Robert Wilder receives a script treatment by George Zuckerman, and director Douglas Sirk delivers a grandiose, sappy-music infused film. Sirk is either taking the drama with utmost seriousness or making complete fun of his characters with a straight face, and in a good way the film works in both contexts. Fans of sordid romantic entanglements can enjoy the overflowing emotional showdowns just as much as jaded viewers can laugh at the whole lot of them.

Missing from the lives of the characters is any sense of purpose or working for a living. Mitch gets one scene with a pencil behind his ear to pretend he is a geologist taking his career seriously. Otherwise, the lives on display are devoid of any responsibility other than drinking, partying, fighting and plotting the next romantic conquest.

The cast do what is required. Rock Hudson and Lauren Bacall are generally stand-offish, their would-be romance on ice for the duration of the film as Lucy foolishly falls for the deeply flawed Kyle.

Robert Stack and Dorothy Malone get the showier roles. Stack fires blades from his eyes and sweat from every alcohol-clogged pore as the highly-strung and disrespected but stupidly rich son of a tycoon. Malone gives an uninhibited and dynamically aggressive performance, breaking out into wild dancing on a couple of occasions, Sirk intercutting her explosive gyrations in red with a sudden and tragic family death. When it's Written On The Wind, it's always bold and brash.






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Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Movie Review: A Farewell To Arms (1957)


A grand romantic drama set against the backdrop of war, A Farewell To Arms enjoys some salient moments but also gets bogged down in arduous prolonged on-location padding.

The setting is the Great War, in northern Italy. Frederick Henry (Rock Hudson) is a well-liked American who has volunteered as an ambulance driver in the Italian Army. His close friend Major Alessandro Rinaldi (Vittorio De Sica) introduces him to the newly arrived British nurse Catherine Barkley (Jennifer Jones). Frederick and Catherine immediately hit it off, but their nascent relationship is interrupted when the Italian Army starts an offensive across the Alps and Frederick is called into action.

He sustains a knee injury which necessitates a long period of rehabilitation at an American-run hospital, and an opportunity to resume the illicit affair with Catherine and cultivate a deep love, culminating in pregnancy. They discuss getting married, but that would force Catherine back to Britain as married nurses are not allowed to serve. When Frederick is sufficiently healed, grouchy nurse Van Campen (Mercedes McCambridge) releases him back into service, forcing another separation. This time the Italian Army is routed, and Frederick experiences the worst horrors of war.

An adaptation of the Ernest Hemingway novel directed by Charles Vidor, A Farewell To Arms was producer David O. Selznick's final attempt to create an epic at the success scale of Gone With The Wind. Hollywood's second kick at the story after a 1932 effort starring Gary Cooper and Helen Hayes, this version is a sometimes plodding CinemaScope affair, inordinately self-satisfied with scenery and location shooting. Working from a Ben Hecht script, Vidor (who replaced John Huston) botches the pacing, and long stretches of the film's 152 minutes appear to be little more than an excuse for adding yet more European vistas.

On the positive side there is plenty of adventurous material on display to generate intrigue and controversy. The film takes on some difficult topics, including sex and pregnancy outside of marriage circa 1917, defeated armies turning upon themselves, and the silent tragedy of both civilians and soldiers exposed to war's brutality. Vidor does not shy away from gore, and his best sequence is a mammoth, near-silent retreat, as defeated, exhausted and emotionally spent men, women and children trudge through the mud to escape death or welcome it. And through the character of Major Rinaldi, a grizzled army veteran, the mind-bending mental strain of the conflict is also explored.

And some of the wide-screen scenery is a joy to behold. The sight of the Italian Army columns on the move along the steep switchbacks of the Alps towards the Austrian front lines is fine cinematic craftsmanship.

While these highlights are welcome and often sparkle, the central romance eventually dominates the film entirely. Long stretches of the second half are exclusively centered on Frederick and Catherine, either joyously in love or confronting the consequences of their actions. Both the war and all the secondary characters disappear, and the two lovers predictably wilt under the pressure of carrying an epic.

Rock Hudson and Jennifer Jones are passable without ever setting the screen alight. Hudson operates within a fairly narrow range on either side of bland. Jones is more interesting, and allows hints of her character's fragility to sneak out through sheer insistence on being a perfect, almost subservient partner.

Ambitious but unbalanced, A Farewell To Arms has love leaving war behind, but unfortunately also losing its edge in the process.






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Thursday, 17 September 2015

Movie Review: Tomahawk (1951)


An early progressive western, Tomahawk is an underrated and compact film. The story of a territorial conflict between the U.S. army and the Sioux Indians is culturally sensitive and features an excellent Van Heflin performance.

Gold has been discovered in Montana, and the U.S. government attempts to strong arm Sioux Chief Red Cloud (John War Eagle) out of the way by offering to negotiate another worthless treaty. Frontier scout Jim Bridger (Heflin), who travels with a Cheyenne woman called Monahseetah (Susan Cabot), understands the value of the land to the Sioux, and uncovers a secret plan for the army to build a new fort under the command of Colonel Carrington (Preston Foster), regardless of the negotiation outcomes.

The fort is built, and army troops start to escort white travelers along a new road through Sioux territory. Lieutenant Tob Dancy (Alex Nicol) is Carrington's top deputy, and Bridger recognizes Dancy as having a history of extreme violence towards Indians. When traveling entertainers Dan (Tom Tully) and Julie (Yvonne De Carlo) are attacked by the Sioux, they take refuge at the new fort, and tensions rise both inside and outside the walls.

Directed by George Sherman and loosely based on real events, Tomahawk is one the earliest westerns re-examining relations between natives and settlers, and offering a much more balanced view of history. Along with efforts like Broken Arrow and Devil's Doorway (both from 1950), Tomahawk offers a nuanced representation of the cultural conflict on which the Unites States was built. The Indians are portrayed as victims, deceived by a succession of treaties and resorting to violence only in the face of the latest naked land grab.

The film is assembled on a modest budget, and clocks in at just 82 minutes. In most aspects Sherman produces an experience that exceeds expectations. While the dialogue is straightforward, the emotions often obvious and the supporting cast bland, the film weaves in an unusual number of interconnected threads as sources of tension, evolution and discovery. Jim and Tob Dancy are connected through a violent past, Carrington represents a promising new breed of army commander, his wife and the other ladies at the fort have a decision to make on how to treat Monahseetah, while Julie quickly learns what civility means in the presence of a man like Jim Bridger. The film provides rich grounds for personal growth and interaction, and thoughtfully exploits the opportunities for narrative progression.

Van Heflin and Yvonne De Carlo also help to elevate the material. Heflin sinks his teeth into the role of Jim Bridger and delivers a thoughtful, distinguished performance, finding the keen dilemma of a white man who has fully internalized the suffering of Indians. De Carlo provides able back-up as a privileged woman provided with the circumstance to interact with Jim and Monahseetah at close quarters, and therefore the opportunity to question everything she took for granted about Indian culture. Deep in the cast, Rock Hudson appears in an early role as an army soldier.

Filmed in bright colours and drenched in sunshine, Tomahawk boasts a vivid aesthetic to match its brutal honesty. From form to function, this is a small western that rides with dignity and casts a long shadow.






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Monday, 14 September 2015

Movie Review: Captain Lightfoot (1955)


A historical drama and romance set in Ireland, Captain Lightfoot fills the eye with vibrant on-location colours, but is otherwise sadly lacking in meaningful content and execution.

Ireland, early in the 19th century. The population is restless but poor, plotting uncoordinated acts of rebellion against the English rulers. At a small village, Michael Martin (Rock Hudson) is an ambitious young man and occasionally a highway bandit, eager to help his local chapter of "the society", the secret group through which funds are raised for revolution. When Michael steals money from the wrong land baron he becomes a wanted man, and attempts an escape to Dublin to disappear into the big city.

Martin connects with John Doherty (Jeff Morrow), better known as Captain Thunderbolt, the legendary leader of the Irish revolutionaries. Doherty sees something in the young man and names Martin his second in command with the title of Captain Lightfoot. Martin also meets and falls in love with John's daughter Aga (Barbara Rush). John runs a swanky illegal gambling den to raise funds for the cause, but with shifting alliances on both sides and personal scores to settle, it's difficult to tell friend from foe. Soon both John and Martin are in even more trouble with the English authorities.

Directed by Douglas Sirk and clocking in at 92 minutes, Captain Lightfoot is a quick romp through Irish history, and does not register neither as a useful chronicle nor as a compelling drama. Filmed on location in Ireland, the bright colours, lavish costumes and beautiful scenery do make an impression, but the script by W.R. Burnett is forgettable in the extreme, and the film quickly degenerates into a blur of costumes and men running around back and forth across the Irish country side.

There is something borderline buffoonish about the whole exercise, and both the Irish revolutionaries and English rulers appear inadvertently ready to play satirical caricatures of themselves. But the film, for better or worse, never slips into farce. Instead the mediocre cast fulfill their roles with a straight face, and there is simply not enough context, character development, or true emotion to provide genuine narrative anchor points.

The politics are barely explained and the perspectives of both sides are given short thrift. The supposedly smart Doherty trusts the inexperienced Martin all too quickly, the revolutionaries seem to have no plan except to collect money through open robbery, drink, and loudly argue at supposedly secret meetings. Overall, too many characters from surly English military men to a random assortment of Irish villagers compete for not enough plot, and a double-cross drama enters the film too late. There is a lot more dancing than gambling going on at the gambling den, presumably because the ladies' lavish gowns are much more cinematic than men at gambling tables.

Rock Hudson seems quite uncertain and hesitant, and given little of substance to work with except a stock rendition of angry young man eager to fight, he is swallowed up by the scenery.

Captain Lightfoot is Lighweight History, blown away by the gentle Irish breeze.






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Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Movie Review: Bend Of The River (1952)


A sturdy western, Bend Of The River is the story of homesteaders making their way west, and the resourceful men who can either help or victimize the new wave of settlers.

Glyn McLyntock (James Stewart) is leading a large convoy of wagons carrying optimistic farmers towards new pastures in Oregon. Jeremy Baile (Jay C. Flippen) is the grizzled leader of the settlers, and the group includes his headstrong daughters Laurie (Julie Adams) and Marjie (Lori Nelson). Laurie and Glyn are attracted to each other, but stop short of expressing any true affection. After making camp one evening, Glyn scouts ahead and stumbles onto a lynching-in-progress: he saves Emerson Cole (Arthur Kennedy) from the noose. The two men recognize each other: they were both frontier raiders on the Missouri - Kansas border, and both are trying to find new starts away from chequered pasts.

Emerson joins the convoy and proves to be handy in overcoming the challenges of the trail, including fending off a raid by Shoshone Indians, during which Laurie suffers an arrow wound and Emerson saves Glyn's life. The convoy gets to Portland, where they meet professional gambler Trey Wilson (Rock Hudson) and local businessman Tom Hendricks (Howard Petrie). Glyn and Jeremy lead the settlers to remote hillside territory to establish the farming community, but their resupply plans are disrupted by an unexpected gold rush that consumes Portland. With Hendricks reneging on his deals and the settler community facing starvation over the winter, Glyn has to take matters into his own hands and joins forces with Jeremy, Emerson and Trey on a dangerous cross-mountain trek, although the lure of gold means that trust is in short supply.

The second collaboration between director Anthony Mann and star James Stewart, Bend Of The River is filled with characters, incidents, and fundamental questions about redemption and second chances. The film is as much an exploration of events as it is a thoughtful probing of the nature of the men who shaped the west, and the screenplay by Borden Chase finds a pleasing balance between action and character development.

Mutual suspicion colliding with the absolute need to trust forms the core of the film. Glyn and Emerson circle each other, each identifying both the danger and potential that resides in the other man. They are quickly indebted to each other and forced to collaborate, although neither is ever quite sure where loyalties will ultimately land. Jeremy has no choice: his group of settlers needs men like Glyn and Emerson to make it to safety and then to survive at the remote settlement. Jeremy will either trust men like Glyn and Emerson, or die. And there are always wildcards in the form of the gambler Trey and businessman Hendricks. They are out to make a buck one way or another, but whether it's principled or opportunistic profit could mean the difference between death and survival for Jeremy and his family.

And the fundamental question is whether men like Glyn and Emerson can change, from social outcasts to community builders. In the one area where the film falls short, the script tackles this issue loudly and repeatedly, the social message delivered with a jackhammer rather than any subtlety.

Mann and cinematographer Irving Glassberg colour the screen with the gorgeous scenery of the Pacific Northwest, with snow-capped mountains and the rich green forests creating a majestic backdrop. Equally impressive is the recreation of Portland as a frontier town, at first a staid and welcoming place and then a riotous town overrun by prospectors and profiteers. There is always something stunning to look at in Bend Of The River, and it's almost always beautiful.

James Stewart and Arthur Kennedy are excellent in the two central roles as frontiersmen who are the same yet potentially different. Stewart reveals Glyn's conflict as a man not comfortable admitting that his past is suspect, and fighting for his second chance in as dignified a manner as the west will allow. Kennedy allows Emerson to be, if anything, more honest. More comfortable with his past, Emerson will reform only on his own terms, and if the price is not too high.

Bend Of The River is a symbolic juncture where decisions will need to be made, trading off personal gain for societal benefit: not all men will turn in the same direction.






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Sunday, 23 August 2015

Movie Review: Pillow Talk (1959)


A stylish romantic comedy, Pillow Talk combines romance, laughs and some prescient social commentary.

In New York City, a shortage of phone lines means that songwriter and womanizer Brad Allen (Rock Hudson) shares a party line with interior designer Jan Morrow (Doris Day). Both are single and live alone, but Brad spends an inordinate amount of time on the phone romancing a succession of women, interfering with Jan's ability to run her business. Without meeting in person they clash frequently over the phone as Jan tries to put some limits on how often Brad uses the line.

Jan is being romantically pursued by wealthy businessman Jonathan Forbes (Tony Randall), who also happens to be bankrolling a new Broadway show with tunes being written by his friend Brad. It's not long before Brad deduces that Jonathan's potential girlfriend is his phone nemesis. After a chance encounter at a restaurant Brad takes on the persona of Rex Stetson, a wealthy Texas businessman, and starts a long and passionate pursuit of Jan. She falls in love with Rex, while all the time receiving advice and warnings over the phone from Brad, who seems to have an uncanny ability to predict Rex's every romantic move. With the affair between Rex and Jan turning serious and Jonathan beginning to suspect that something strange is going on, Brad realizes that creating a real relationship out of an elaborate ruse will not be easy.

Directed by Michael Gordon, Pillow Talk is a jaunty romance, with two strong characters clashing, connecting under false pretenses, and then navigating their way to a resolution. The 98 minutes are packed with a healthy amount of romantic incidents contrived to bring Brad and Jan together via the most convoluted yet entertaining path possible, and the film maintains a brisk pace and a colourful, dynamic aesthetic.

Pillow Talk is a sign post proclaiming the end of the 1950s and the start of a more adventurous, sexually liberated decade, with women exerting much more control over their lives. Jan is happy living alone, nurturing her own business, and being choosy about which man she will decide to settle down with, if any. She is happy to keep Jonathan as a friend and dismiss him as lover, while sparring with Brad over the phone and taking her time to decide if Rex is worthy of her affection. While the ending is consistent with the expectations that come with the genre, Pillow Talk sets the stage for a new equilibrium in the evolution of relationships

Stylistically, the film also takes a modern turn. Gordon makes frequent use of split screens, and finds clever arrangements to enhance the romantic elements with a sexual charge. Day and Hudson (as Rex) in separate bathtubs but with their raised feet connected at the split screen seam is a classic shot, ushering in a new, less inhibited world that would soon take over screen romances.

This was the first of three collaborations between Hudson and Day, and they quickly establish an easy chemistry that mixes fireworks, charm and seductiveness. Tony Randall and Thelma Ritter (as Jan's perpetually hung-over housekeeper) provide the support, with Ritter suffering somewhat from an underwritten role that leans too heavily on her pre-established persona.

Pillow Talk is comfortably fluffy on the outside and stuffed with pleasingly risque feathers.






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Monday, 17 August 2015

Movie Review: Bengal Brigade (1954)


A military adventure film which gets almost all its history and culture wrong, Bengal Brigade (also known as Bengal Rifles) still manages to entertain despite itself.

It's 1857 in India, the 100th year of British rule, and the British army, consisting of English officers commanding Indian fighting men, is busy extinguishing flare ups that may coalesce into revolution. At one such skirmish Captain Jeffrey Claybourne (Rock Hudson) disobeys orders in a brave attempt to save Indian soldiers trapped in an ambush. He achieves local hero status among the natives, but after a court martial he is drummed out of the army in disgrace, thanks in part to the tainted testimony of his rival Captain Ronald Blaine (Dan O'Herlihy). Claybourne and Blaine are both vying for the attention of Vivian Morrow (Arlene Dahl), the daughter of their commanding officer Colonel Morrow (Torin Thatcher).

Lost without his career, Claybourne drifts sideways, confronts a tiger in a staring contest, gives up on Vivian, and meets local villager Latah (Ursula Thiess). With the country awash in a new, deadlier type of rifle and whispers of revolution and full scale mutiny growing louder, Claybourne is approached by powerful warlord Rajah Karam (Arnold Moss) to help train his army of rebels in readiness for rising up against the British. Claybourne finds himself caught between seeking revenge against the army that turned its back on him and participating in an act of treason against his country.

Directed by Laslo Benedek, Bengal Brigade is a lavish, colourful production, portraying foreign military adventurism and delving into events surrounding the Indian Rebellion of 1857. It's a shorthand course in warped history according to Hollywood, but Benedek packs plenty of drama and some action into less than 90 minutes, rushing past historical inaccuracies to create an enjoyable, costume-rich romp filled with stiff military men, out-of-place beautiful women, and locals having to decide between serving foreign masters and betraying them.

The film provides plenty of causes for irritation. Rock Hudson makes no attempt to pretend to be British. Ursula Thiess is subjected to hideous brown makeup in a laughable attempt to pass her off as Indian. The characters of Vivian Morrow and Captain Blaine lack any meaningful depth. A couple of showdown set-pieces, including Claybourne's act of heroism, are abruptly edited short. And despite some cursory words about Indian independence, the film parks its loyalties firmly with the British and makes no attempt to explore the motivations of locals willing to fight for self-rule. The film is almost too glossy, the studio work unable to convey the dusty grittiness of faraway frontiers.

But Bengal Brigade is successful as a rollicking military adventure with a pulpy dilemma for its central character, and there are enough twists and turns to maintain interest. It's all quite vivid and lacking in the refinement of more ambitious and bigger budget productions, but Bengal Brigade bangs the pleasurable beat of baloney.






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