Showing posts with label Steve McQueen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steve McQueen. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 August 2023

Movie Review: Never So Few (1959)


Genre: World War Two Adventure Romance
Director: John Sturges
Running Time: 124 minutes

Synopsis: The setting is 1943, and in Burma's jungles, cocky American Captain Tom Reynolds (Frank Sinatra) and British Captain Danny De Mortimer (Richard Johnson) help a small group of native Kachin fighters engage Japanese forces. While in Calcutta to secure medical supplies, Tom sets eyes on the beautiful Carla (Gina Lollobrigida), the companion of wealthy businessman Nikko Regas (Paul Henreid). Tom nevertheless romantically pursues Carla between stints of warfare.

What Works Well: The adaptation of Tom T. Chamales' novel combines military skirmishes with lavish far-from-the-front-lines British Empire locales, and occasionally threatens to become interesting. In early roles, Charles Bronson as a Navajo soldier and Steve McQueen as an enterprising corporal trained on New York's streets are robust and charismatic respectively. Gina Lollobrigida adds sultry allure in a succession of stunning outfits (when she's not seductively naked in the bathtub).

What Does Not Work As Well: The narrative lacks focus, the tone is uneven, and Sturges never finds the right balance between the stiff combat scenes and a deeply unconvincing romance. Tom bluntly tells the sophisticated and worldly Carla he wants her perpetually pregnant and in the kitchen, and she melts into his arms. One seemingly relevant character just conveniently disappears, while the third act introduces a complex geopolitical conspiracy out of nowhere. A disengaged Frank Sinatra goes through the motions, but at least he loses his hideously conceived facial hair early.

Conclusion: The promise of sizzling action and torrid love is lost in the jungle.



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Saturday, 8 July 2023

Movie Review: The Blob (1958)


Genre: Science Fiction Horror
Director: Irvin Yeaworth
Starring: Steve McQueen, Aneta Corseaut
Running Time: 86 minutes

Synopsis: A gooey substance emerges from a meteoroid that crashes near a small Pennsylvania town. It grows in size by attacking and attempting to devour unsuspecting townsfolks, and the early targets include an old timer, a doctor, and his nurse. Teenager Steve (Steve McQueen) and his girlfriend Jane (Aneta Corseaut) witness some of the attacks and try to raise the alarm, but have trouble convincing the local police that a jelly-like monster is on the loose.

What Works Well: A none-too-serious independent production, The Blob is best enjoyed for what it is: a low-budget teenage date-night-at-the-drive-in flick that does not overstay its welcome. With some mental stretching, the blob can be a metaphorical representation of the communist menace. Well, it turns red anyway.

What Does Not Work As Well: This is a low-budget teenage date-night-at-the-drive-in flick, with clumsy pacing, too much talking, not enough monster scenes, negligible horror and tension, barely passable special effects, an awkward Steve McQueen mugging his way through his first starring role, a whole lot of bad acting, and worse scene staging.

Conclusion: Quite the gooey mess.



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Friday, 30 September 2022

Movie Review: The Cincinnati Kid (1965)

A poker drama, The Cincinnati Kid mixes high-stakes card action with less impressive romantic entanglements and some muddled era representations.

In New Orleans of the 1930s, Eric "the Cincinnati Kid" Stoner (Steve McQueen) is the hottest up-and-coming poker player. His mentor and friend is the aging Shooter (Karl Malden), who is married to the much younger Melba (Ann-Margret). The Kid's girlfriend Christian (Tuesday Weld) is growing disgruntled that she does not get much of his attention.

The revered Lancey "The Man" Howard (Edward G. Robinson) arrives in town with a well-earned reputation as the best poker player alive and promptly defeats wealthy businessman Slade (Rip Torn). Next up is a much anticipated showdown between Lancey and the Kid, with Shooter and Lady Fingers (Joan Blondell) recruited as dealers. The Kid has to contend with Christian's sour attitude and Melba's unconstrained lust, while Shooter comes under pressure to influence the game's outcome.

With The Hustler swinging open the door to grim smoke-filled backroom duels, The Cincinnati Kid arrives with a similar formula of the hot young talent (McQueen) challenging the veteran reigning champion (Robinson). Writers Ring Lardner Jr. and Terry Southern adapt the Richard Jessup novel with verve, and Norman Jewison directs with a sweaty immediacy to wring maximum tension out of men sitting around the table, encouraging McQueen and Robinson to naturally match actors with characters.

And when Jewison stays close to the poker table, the energy level buzzes. The audience is trusted to know the five card stud rules or quickly catch up, and regardless, the strategy propelled by bluffing, gamesmanship, and penetrating personality traits registers through facial expressions and body language. The showdown between Lancey and the Kid extends for several days and occupies the entire third act, and despite breaks for sleeping and eating, the pressure only builds towards the legendary final pair of hands.

The scenes without cards being dealt are comparatively limp. The Kid and Melba attend an entirely superfluous cockfight, the romance between The Kid and Christian stutters into painfully strained territory, and all three of Steve McQueen, Tuesday Weld, and Ann-Margret are dressed and styled according to 1960s fashions, despite the 1930s setting. Nothing substantive is revealed about The Kid's earlier days, and no explanation provided for the odd pairing of the vivacious Melba with boring has-been Shooter.

The dream cast makes up for plenty of deficiencies. While McQueen is adequate playing his usual nervy-cool persona, veterans Robinson and Malden provide superb senior heft, Rip Torn is suitably oily, and Joan Blondell breezes in as a dealer riding a flamboyant past. Ann-Margret (openly zesty) and Weld (quietly smoldering) embody classic opposites, while Jack Weston and Cab Calloway make up the numbers around the table with restless colour.

Although some of the cards have questionable value, The Cincinnati Kid deals from a crisp deck.



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Sunday, 12 September 2021

Movie Review: Nevada Smith (1966)

An epic western, Nevada Smith is a grand tale of revenge and coming-of-age.

In the 1890s, outlaws Fitch (Karl Malden), Coe (Martin Landau), and Bowdre (Arthur Kennedy) murder the parents of Max Sand (Steve McQueen), a half-breed young man. Despite no education and no experience in killing, Max vows revenge and sets off to find the killers. He receives gun training from traveling gunsmith Jonas Cord (Brian Keith), then Kiowa woman Neesa (Janet Margolin) helps him identify Coe, a professional gambler and expert knifeman.

Max then locates Bowdre incarcerated in Louisiana, and stages a robbery to join him in a brutal prison located deep in the swamp lands. Max befriends Bowdre and plots an escape, using local woman Pilar (Suzanne Pleshette) to provide them with a boat. Max's final challenge is to find Fitch, now the leader of a large outlaw gang. He adopts the name Nevada Smith to mask his growing reputation and gain Fitch's trust.

Directed by Henry Hathaway and written by John Michael Hayes, Nevada Smith is inspired by a character in Harold Robbins' 1961 book The Carpetbaggers. This is a richly textured western with a story of personal growth unfolding over multiple chapters. Visually beautiful, the engrossing story of revenge fuelled by blind fury easily sustains 131 minutes of screen time.

Steve McQueen at 35 years old does struggle to convey a young Max Sand in the early scenes, and often appears more goofy than naive. As the narrative progresses, Hathaway could have helped by sharpening the definition of the passing years. Regardless, McQueen improves towards the latter segments, and his cool persona is fully meshed with his character for the final confrontation with Fitch.

Along the way, the Louisiana prison sequence is almost a film within a film and introduces a unique setting to the western milieu. Max's long detour to a brutal prison camp and the dangerous surrounding swamps carries a singular and memorable intensity.

At the metaphysical level, Max starts out as an empty vessel knowing only his family then pure evil and hatred. His arc introduces him to a good man in Jonas Cord, two good women from each side of his heritage in Neesa and Pilar, the meaning of a nurturing community with the Kiowa tribe, and finally God, through an encounter with Father Zaccardi (Raf Vallone). By the time Max is ready to close the chapter of his parents' death, he is mature, educated and much wiser to the world and his potential within it.

Karl Malden, Martin Landau, Arthur Kennedy, Brian Keith and Vallone offer robust support without stealing any scenes. Suzanne Pleshette does leave a haunting impression, her Pilar a prisoner without a crime sacrificing everything for a man while still oblivious to his potential for exploitativeness. Nevada Smith searches for a violent brand justice, but stumbles upon the compassion and humanity required for a different future.



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Saturday, 29 August 2020

Movie Review: The Honeymoon Machine (1961)

A comedy farce, The Honeymoon Machine finds good laughs in the story of navy men trying to win big at the casino with the help of a military supercomputer.

Navy ship USS Elmira uses the MACS on-board computer to track missile trajectories. Civilian scientist Jason Eldridge (Brian Hutton) confirms to intrepid Lieutenant Fergie Howard (Steve McQueen) that given the right information, MACS could predict roulette wheel outcomes. The Elmira arrives in Venice, where Fergie, his hesitant buddy Beau (Jack Mullaney) and Jason establish signal lamp communications with MACS from a fancy hotel room, breaking numerous navy rules along the way.

Their plan is threatened by Admiral Fitch (Dean Jagger), who occupies a hotel room one level down, and his attractive daughter Julie (Brigid Bazlen), who immediately catches Fergie's eye. Meanwhile, Jason's ex-fiancee and heiress Pam Dunstan (Paula Prentiss) shows up along with her new beau, justice department official Tommy Dane (William Lanteau). With the ship-to-shore signals being misinterpreted by both Fitch and the Soviets as code for upcoming villainous activity, Signalman Burford Taylor (Jack Weston) is sent on a room-to-room search, and Fergie has to think quick to rescue his plan.

An adaptation of the 1959 Broadway play The Golden Fleecing by Lorenzo Semple Jr., The Honeymoon Machine is Steve McQueen's one and only foray into the comedy world. Although he hated himself in the role, McQueen, fresh off his breakthrough in 1960's The Magnificent Seven, is sharp and radiant as the creative Fergie, never short of a trick to weasel in then out of the next jam. 

The premise of misusing a military computer for nefarious gambling gains sails into the outer reaches of credible range to anchor the story. Writer George Wells then easily overcomes the material's stage-bound origins and surrounds the budding star with enough shenanigans and vividly drawn secondary characters to create the requisite madcap energy. 

From there director Richard Thorpe is able to find laughs in everything from unexpected romantic entanglements to the threat of international incidents (the Venetian economy is imperiled as the casino house losses mount) and rising Cold War tensions (the Soviets are as bamboozled as Admiral Fitch by the flashing codes to and from a military vessel).

Of course plenty of plot points make little sense, including both Fergie and Jason pursuing romances when massive winnings are on the line, while sidekick Beau's recurring mishaps with Venetian glass are bland and predictable.

But overcoming the few weaknesses are many highlights, including Brigid Bazlen as the Admiral's daughter going toe-to-toe with Fergie, her upbringing strengthening her steel against lustful seamen. Paula Prentiss as Pam Dunstan is a riot as she copes with being blind as a bat without her glasses. And then Jack Weston invades the movie with an unforgettable turn as the dimwitted signalman intent on finding the signal lamp but waylaid by all the available booze Fergie so graciously offers. Meanwhile Dean Jagger plays the Admiral role absolutely straight, his pole holding up the tent as mayhem erupts.

The Honeymoon Machine crashes the casino in search of cash, but finds comedy treasure instead.



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Thursday, 23 June 2016

Movie Review: The Getaway (1972)


An action film trading on star appeal, The Getaway offers reasonably slick and fast-paced entertainment, but all the stunts, squealing tires and shoot-outs cannot conceal the limited substance.

In Texas, prisoner Doc McCoy (Setve McQueen) is denied parole four years into serving a ten year sentence for armed robbery. Unable to tolerate life behind bars any longer, Doc instructs his wife Carol (Ali MacGraw) to strike a deal at any price with sleazy businessman and master crime lord Jack Beynon (Ben Johnson). Beynon pays off the right people, Doc is released and Beynon connects him with hoodlums Rudy (Al Lettieri) and Frank (Bo Hopkins) to plan and execute a bank robbery.

The heist is messy and several dead bodies are left behind. Doc and Carol find themselves on the run with a bag full of $500,000, trying to make it to the Mexico border, with the authorities, a wounded Rudy, and Beynon's men all on their trail. Doc then uncovers a nasty secret that severely strains his relationship with Carol, while Rudy takes veterinarian Harold (Jack Dodson) and his wife Fran (Sally Struthers) hostage as he mounts his own chase for the stolen money.

Directed by Sam Peckinpah and written by Walter Hill adapting a Jim Thompson book, The Getaway perfectly exploits McQueen's star wattage. A bad guy with good guy looks and less evil intent than all the other bad guys, Doc McCoy oozes McQueen's customary coolness. The film is more about watching McQueen slice through the Texas landscape with the company of a blazing shotgun and a smoldering MacGraw, and less about plot, character or context.

The actual events of the film are quite thin on the ground. The Getaway is a two hour post-hold-up chase, with plenty of padding and fairly ridiculous distractions. The supposedly sharp Carol allows herself to be duped by a rail station conman, triggering a long ordeal for Doc to regain control of the bag full of money. Meanwhile, Rudy's quest for revenge gets bogged down in a tiresome and ill-conceived attempt at dark and sexual humour with Harold, Fran and a pet cat.

But the action scenes are what matter, and Peckinpah conjures up some fine set-pieces. The bank hold-up and its immediate aftermath is tense mayhem, Doc and Carol tangle with the local police in a couple of small towns, they have to extract themselves from a truck full of garbage, and the final showdown at an El Paso hotel is a satisfyingly bullet-riddled conclusion to all the running around.

MacGraw and McQueen fell in love while filming, and while there is undoubted chemistry between them, the sparks cannot hide MacGraw's atrocious performance. Although Hill's script contrives to supply her with the worst lines, her wooden delivery and blank expressions expose a model trying to be an actress and failing miserably. Al Lettieri leaves an impression as the sweaty and unrelenting hoodlum who simply will not give up the chase, while Slim Pickens makes a late appearance near the border.

But with McQueen exuding his sizzling brand of dominant magnetism, The Getaway can get away with sub-par content in almost all other departments.






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Sunday, 3 January 2016

Movie Review: Love With The Proper Stranger (1963)


A romantic comedy with plenty of drama, Love With The Proper Stranger tackles weighty themes of abortion and feminism through a simple story of two lonely souls being drawn together.

In New York City, Macy's pet department clerk Angie Rossini (Natalie Wood) tracks down self-absorbed but struggling musician Rocky Papasano (Steve McQueen) to let him know that she is pregnant with his baby. They only ever had a one night stand and Rocky doesn't really remember Angie, but he agrees to help her find a doctor and pay part of the fee. Rocky is a shiftless womanizer and leeching at the apartment of cabaret entertainer Barbie (Edie Adams). Angie is still living in a cramped apartment with her mother and brothers, and eldest brother Dominick (Herschel Bernardi) wants her to marry hopelessly clumsy restaurateur Anthony Columbo (Tom Bosley).

Angie finally decides that she has had enough of her over protective family and strikes out on her own, renting her own place. Rocky accompanies Angie to the abortion appointment, a trip that gets quickly complicated when first they realize that they are short on money, and then have to fend off Dominick, who is in hot pursuit. The adventure brings Rocky and Angie closer, but things are about to get a lot worse when they finally arrive at the derelict location where the pregnancy is scheduled to be terminated and meet the less than sympathetic "doctor".

Directed by Robert Mulligan and produced by Alan J. Pakula, Love With The Proper Stranger is a small two-character study, told with plenty of heart. While some passages are slow and a few pauses are almost too pregnant with silence, Mulligan creates a deeply satisfying dynamic between two complex characters striking carving their own path in the world. The script by Arnold Schulman taps into several of the societal undercurrents about to rock the 1960s, and through the simple story of love blossoming between two rebels, the film finds an echo of a generation.

Despite coming from a strict, traditional and loud Italian family, Angie is transitioning into an independent and rebellious young woman, insisting on making her own decisions and dealing with the consequences. Sexually liberated, she is dismissively rejecting Columbo, and then plays with Rocky's emotions to test his true levels of commitment.

For the most part Rocky has already established his independence from his family and is dealing with life on his own terms. In one scene Rocky does visit his parents at the local park, and although they are thrilled to see him, he is already a stranger to them as well, just dropping in for an injection of cash. Rocky has no qualms about taking advantage of whoever is willing to help, with Barbie a particular victim, but he also cares enough about his responsibilities to help Angie when needed.

Love With The Proper Stranger invests a lot of time depicting the emotional and physical horrors of back-alley abortions. Schulman's script steps through the messy hushed process of finding a doctor, the scramble to find the money, making contact with an intermediary and then walking into the room for the procedure. Every step feels like an illicit mini-nightmare and Mulligan teases out the unsustainable dichotomy between Angie's emerging societal and sexual autonomy and her inability to control with dignity what happens to her own body.

Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen bring Angie and Rocky to life, and both deliver performances filled with the confidence of the young, but also capturing the awkwardness of two strangers forced into dealing with each other. Many of their scenes together include uneasy silences as they circle around a growing attraction that may be generated by the shared pregnancy adventure, or something much more life altering.

Love With The Proper Stranger is an appealing romance spiked with perceptive observations of a society in flux.






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Monday, 2 March 2015

Movie Review: The Sand Pebbles (1966)


A near-miss epic, The Sand Pebbles is a three-hour drama set in a restless China, with a focus on the unexpected schisms created by stirring geopolitical forces.

It's 1926, the age of gunboat diplomacy in China, with foreign powers keeping military watch to exert power and enforce treaties. Against a backdrop of warring militias, local uprisings, and growing local resentment over foreign presence, US Navy engineer Jake Holman (Steve McQueen) is reassigned to the USS San Pablo, a small gunboat patrolling the Yangtze River. En route to his new assignment, he meets Jameson (Larry Gates), a fiery missionary opposed to foreign meddling in China, as well as idealistic school teacher Shirley Eckert (Candice Bergen).

Holman is a loner with a patchy record, more comfortable running his engine than interacting with people, and he immediately clashes with Captain Collins (Richard Crenna). Collins is happy to have Chinese labourers (known as coolies) look after all menial tasks on the San Pablo as a way to appease the locals, a system that Holman finds wholly unprofessional. The crew includes the thoughtful Frenchy (Richard Attenborough), who becomes one of Holman's few friends, and the brutish Stawski (Simon Oakland).

With local tensions rising and anti-foreigner sentiment reaching a boiling point, Holman trains Po-Han (Mako) to be his new engine room assistant, while Frenchy falls in love with local girl Maily (Marayat Andriane). But trouble is stalking the San Pablo, and soon the gunboat is sucked into the vortex of Chinese nationalism seeking to confront foreign military symbols.

An adaptation of the Richard McKenna book directed by Robert Wise, The Sand Pebbles tackles weighty subject matter with a serious, downbeat tone. The film is more about a sense of time and place rather than action and adventure. Wise invests in setting the scene, establishing context, introducing key characters, and only gradually winds the film towards a rousing climax. The pace is measured, the dialogue sparse, and the rural scenery often quite beautiful. Filmed in Taiwan and Hong Kong over an exhausting seven month production schedule, the settings are exotic, alternating between the busy river, bustling shoreline communities, the grimy bar/whorehouse that caters to the navy men, and the compound that serves as a base for Jameson and Shirley.

Amidst the thoughtful reflections on the unwelcome role of foreign powers in China, the one-sided treaties being protected by gunboats, and the fragmented local population trying to coalesce around a cause, The Sand Pebbles does get distracted by languid treatments of a couple of sub-plots. For questionable reasons Holman contrives to arrange a bare-knuckled boxing bout between Po-Han and Stawski, and the ordeal consumes a large chunk of screen time. Similarly the romance between Frenchy and Maily is filled with slow moving heartache, and appears to be based on not much other than sombre infatuation.

Steve McQueen received his only Best Actor Academy Award nomination for his role as Jake Holman. In many ways it's the prototypical McQueen character, tough, confident, independent and resourceful. But as a long-serving Navy machinist, Holman also has well developed survival skills, and is circumspect and willing to occasionally swallow his pride, waiting for the right moment to act. Crenna, Attenborough and Bergen provide able support, but given its length the film is rather thin when it comes to enduring and memorable secondary characters.

The Sand Pebbles ends on a high, and the final hour provides a handsome pay-off. China begins to shake off its malaise, and an era starts to draw to a close. A giant awakens, shrugs off the dust, and the San Pablo finds itself isolated, surrounded and trapped, the crew forced to endure a long wait before breaking a blockade and pursuing a cause. Collins finds a way for his spirited gunboat to turn potential mutiny into a grab for glory, while Holman finally gets to be part of a team. It's a stand in the face of a nation rising, perhaps heroic and perhaps foolish, and a fine way for a small gunboat to register a footnote in history.






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Monday, 28 April 2014

Movie Review: The Thomas Crown Affair (1968)


A high-class heist drama folded into a romance, The Thomas Crown Affair benefits from the high voltage electricity of stars Steve McQueen and Faye Dunaway, but the film's lacklustre final third dims its impact.

In Boston, suave millionaire businessman Thomas Crown (McQueen) organizes a slick bank heist, netting more than $2 million. He stashes the loot in a Swiss bank account. With police detectives stumped, the bank's insurance company calls in investigator Vicki Anderson (Dunaway) to try and identify the mastermind behind the theft. Working with Detective Eddie Malone (Paul Burke), Vicki identifies Crown as the main suspect.

She finds reasons to get close to Crown, hoping to trap him into a confession. The two become lovers, without ever fully trusting each other. Meanwhile Vicki uses unconventional methods to snag the getaway driver Erwin Weaver (Jack Weston), but he is unable to identify Crown, having never met him. With the relationship between Crown and Vicki becoming ever more serious, Crown decides to test her allegiance.

Teaming up with director Norman Jewison, Steve McQueen proves capable of playing urbane characters more reliant on smarts than guns. McQueen's minimalist acting perfectly fits a role requiring plenty of secrecy and charm, and precious little in the way of conversational skills.

The more animated and naturally glamorous Dunaway brings the sparks, and after the tension of the opening heist, star chemistry keeps the film bubbling through the middle third as the romance unfolds with the requisite playful tension between hunter and prey. The exclamation point arrives during a famous foreplay scene, Crown and Vicki engaging in a seductive and totally silent chess match, glances and body language substituting for words.

But then the Alan R. Trustman script runs into trouble. The third act stumbles first into mushy drift and then into a hastily conceived and unconvincing test of devotion, as the sparkle gives way to a scrambled ending. The Thomas Crown Affair also suffers from a decidedly uninspired supporting cast, the likes of Paul Burke, Jack Weston and Gordon Pinsent given little to do with underdeveloped characters, and executing awkwardly.

But the film offers enough smooth mystery to overcome these weaknesses. The character of Thomas Crown is an enduring enigma, a man who has everything and who is intent on rewarding himself with more, just because he wants a challenge. And ironically his potential capture of a soulmate in the form of Vicki may well justify his little excursion into criminal mastermind territory.

Jewison jazzes up the film with a snappy visual style filled with split screens, creating plenty of dynamism. The Michel Legrand soundtrack complements the action, and the main theme song Windmills Of Your Mind perfectly captures the mood.

Despite an eventual fizzle, The Thomas Crown Affair mostly sizzles.






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Thursday, 17 October 2013

Movie Review: Le Mans (1971)


A motor racing mockumentary, Le Mans indulges the fantasies of star Steve McQueen, but still manages to deliver terrific, high intensity racing action.

There is not much plot in the movie, and very little dialogue. Michael Delaney (McQueen) arrives at the Le Mans circuit to participate in the legendary annual 24-hour endurance race, driving for the Gulf Porsche team. The previous year, Delaney was involved in a crash that took the life of his rival Piero Belgetti. This year, his main competition is Ferrari driver Erich Stahler (Siegfried Rauch), while veteran Johann Ritter (Fred Haltiner) drives one of the other Porsches. To Delaney's surprise, Belgetti's widow Lisa (Elga Andersen) is again in attendance.

After an intense build-up, the race starts, and the multi-car Porsche and Ferrari teams are in close combat for the lead. During breaks when co-drivers take over, Delaney has a stiff conversation with Stahler, and finds himself strangely attracted to Lisa. Meanwhile, Ritter lets his wife Anna (Louise Edlind) know that this will be his final race before retirement. As crashes and unexpected mechanical problems take their toll, team manager David Townsend (Ronald Leigh-Hunt) tries to engineer a Porsche victory.

McQueen yearned to be taken seriously as a racing driver, and here, at the peak of his commercial success, he created his perfect illusion. Le Mans was a deeply troubled production, lacking any sort of a script, with director John Sturges bailing on the dysfunctionality, and the leading lady hired deep into the process. Over budget and late, Le Mans is driven forward only by McQueen's vision that the race is the story, and not much else matters. Filming took place during the actual 1970 race, and actual drivers participated in the production, McQueen getting his wish of rubbing shoulders with the greatest drivers of his era, and pretending to be one of them.

Most of the film consists of capturing the on-track racing action, and director Lee H. Katzin, hurriedly recruited from the world of television to replace Sturges, elevates the roaring machinery to fine art. The sights and sounds of the iconic Porsche 917s and Ferrari 512s, racing side by side at top speed through the French countryside, are indisputably thrilling.

In the pre-special effects era, everything on the screen is real, including some jarring crashes. The sense of speed, danger and pure exhilaration is at the heart of Le Mans, and McQueen achieves his objective of placing the pounding quest for racers to overcome each other and the track at the core of the viewing experience.

When the cameras are not aimed at the circuit they are immersed in the surrounding experience of the fans, the mechanics, the wives and girlfriends, and the circus atmosphere that descends on any major sporting event when hundreds of thousands of fans congregate.

There are maybe twenty meaningful lines of dialogue in the entire film, with the track's public announcer getting by far the lions share of the spoken lines. Even when two characters do meet, there are pregnant pauses aplenty, either due to the attempted Europeanization of the film, or more probably, due to a script consisting mostly of empty pages.

After getting his racing movie out of his system, McQueen would eventually recapture his audience with The Getaway in 1972. Driving around in circles proved to be a necessary pause before forward momentum could be regained.






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Sunday, 11 August 2013

Movie Review: The Towering Inferno (1974)


An epic disaster movie, The Towering Inferno is a spectacular, all-star cook-out. With magnificent special effects and a never-ending number of fiery death traps, the film cranks up the temperature and keeps it at a fever pitch.

In San Francisco, a gala event is being prepared to open the newest, tallest tower in the world, a building with 138 floors of office and residential space. The building's architect Doug Roberts (Paul Newman) and his fiancée Susan Franklin (Faye Dunaway) attend at the request of the owner, development tycoon James Duncan (William Holden). The dignitaries gathering for the party at the top floor include Senator Gary Parker (Robert Vaughn) and Mayor Robert Ramsay (Jack Collins). The chief electrical contractor Roger Simmons (Richard Chamberlain) is also attending, and he is married to Duncan's daughter Patty (Susan Blakely).

Also in the building on opening night are Duncan's public relations chief Dan Bigelow (Robert Wagner), and his lover and secretary Lorrie (Susan Flannery); security chief Harry Jernigan (O. J. Simpson); aging scam artist Harlee Claiborne (Fred Astaire) and his latest mark Lisolette Mueller (Jennifer Jones).

Thanks to Simmons' cost-cutting, low quality electrical wiring was installed throughout the building. With all the lights turned on to celebrate opening night, a fire starts on the 81st floor. The fire department responds in full force, under the direction of Chief Michael O’Hallorhan (Steve McQueen). But despite hundreds of firefighters deployed to battle the blaze, the fire spreads quickly through the walls and ceilings, destroying escape routes and trapping Duncan and his guests on the top floor. O'Hallorhan and Roberts have to find ways to battle the inferno and rescue as many people as possible.

One of producer Irwin Allen's best disaster extravaganzas, The Towering Inferno is 165 minutes of top quality mindless entertainment. Cramming a dizzying number of movie stars into a building and setting it ablaze is a sure-fire (sorry) way to draw a crowd. And thanks to an endless array of special effects, explosions and stunts, the film delivers. The fire starts early and spreads quickly, there is not much time wasted in talk or prolonged drama. The characters are introduced briskly and in broad strokes, and then left to either burn to a crisp, struggle heroically, or survive.

In a rare example of cooperation, 20th Century Fox and Warner Bros. decided to collaborate rather than compete on what had been two separate building-on-fire movies. The result is a script that combined elements from two books, The Tower and The Glass Inferno. Director John Guillermin keeps the focus on the out-of-control fire, then goes looking  for cliff-hangers where characters are trapped by the lapping flames. Bigelow and Lorrie are surrounded by the fire in the executive floor after a love-making session; Roberts, Lisolette and a couple of kids are stuck in a collapsed emergency exit staircase; and a whole bunch of folks are trapped in an outside elevator, suspended by a sole cable.

And when it's time to thin out the cast and have some characters perish, Guillermin does not blink. The stuntmen do an excellent job as some characters turn into flaming marshmallows, while quite a few fall spectacularly to their death, either spit out of the building by fiery explosions or victims of malfunctioning rescue pulleys and wobbly external elevators.

The talent in front of the camera represented some of the biggest stars of the era. The first and only teaming between McQueen and Newman included the former insisting on the same salary and the same number of lines for the two of them. With McQueen only entering the movie about 45 minutes in, and never being an actor who enjoyed delivering plenty of lines to begin with, this awkward arrangement resulted in more lines than needed for McQueen's O'Hallorhan and some stiff stretches when Newman's Roberts seems strangely untalkative. Although both get to be heroic in the old-fashioned risk-everything-to-save-a-life way, neither seem ever fully comfortable in a movie where acting takes a distant back seat behind the pyrotechnics, with nothing resembling rapport ever developing between them.

Meanwhile, in the crowded party room at the top of the tower where the dignitaries are dressed to the nines, tempers start to rise and panic sets in as the seriousness of the situation starts to become apparent and one evacuation route after another is cut off by the fire. William Holden as the host James Duncan tries to maintain a stoic and calm presence as his dream project goes up in smoke. Roger Simmons, the villain of the piece played with perfect I'm A Slimy But Rich Contractor smarm by Richard Chamberlain, eventually reveals his true colours. But apart from Jennifer Jones as Lisolette, the ladies are given not much to do, with Faye Dunaway sleep-walking through the film in a trance despite a fetching dress, while fashion model Susan Blakely as Patty fixes her husband Simmons with the occasional glare, then wonders where her career will go from here (the answer: television!).

But ultimately, The Towering Inferno has one objective only, and that is to create an overwhelmingly hot and gripping adventure in a tall burning building. And in that, it is a smoking success.






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