Friday, January 13, 2012

Elvis vs. Frankenstein: NOW PLAYING, Jan. 13, 1962

January 13 was a Saturday, not a Friday, 50 years ago, so the date doesn't explain the explosion of exploitation events in movie theaters around the country that weekend. Perhaps the most enterprising, making the most of the movies they had without live accompaniment, is a theater in Wadesboro, NC, whose concept I've already given away.



Elsewhere, moviegoers can take in good old-fashioned live spook shows -- except that Washington, PA adds a modern twist -- not the dance craze, that is.



In Alabama City, the show's so big it took two snips for me to capture it in proper detail.




Would you rather just watch a movie?For that matter, do you like gladiator movies? Well, race down to Daytona for a muscular triple bill.



Here's a Giant of Marathon trailer uploaded by brutallodotcom



And a fragment of the Goliath and the Dragon trailer uploaded by peplumz.



That's it for now. There ought to be more ads later this weekend and there'll definitely be reviews. Keep a lookout for a Dracula documentary, Godard's Film Socialisme and who knows what else in the wild world of cinema....

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Now Playing: JAN. 12, 1962

A movie and a 45 rpm single? How can you go wrong? The people who've actually seen this movie or heard Jimmy Clanton sing will have to tell us.


 

Clanton was actually 21 when the film was released in 1961. That's closer than some actors come. Here's a clip of that title song, uploaded by SirBasildeBrush.



In Reading, PA, we have our first encounter with the extensive marketing campaign for the West German horror import The Head.



I've actually seen this one, but The Brain That Wouldn't Die actually handles the same concept in more entertaining fashion. You can watch the whole public-domain thing online with little effort, but here's a clip from horrorsnark.



Also in Reading, a new film in wide release from director George Marshall, taken from a Richard Condon novel.



There are harsh words for this one over at IMDB, but I've never seen it for myself.This is as good a point as any to mention that, while I 'm not really reviewing most of these circa-1962 movies, I definitely welcome comments from anyone who recognizes something they remember in these posts.

I'll be back tomorrow with an emphasis on live exploitation across the country. Can you bear to miss it?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Now Playing: JAN. 11, 1962

Charleston, SC: A local arthouse welcomes a comic fantasy by Ingmar Bergman.


And here's a "message from hell," courtesy of of luvgod on YouTube.



The line separating art from exploitation was often fuzzy in 1962, but this announcement from Franceville, IN may help illustrate the difference.


The lead feature is the pre-gore debut film of Herschell Gordon Lewis.The second feature is a 1958 portrait of a nymphomaniac -- and for that, Something Weird Video provides a clip.



Is there no family-friendly fare anywhere? Do not fret:Nevada, MO is your refuge tonight.


What we have here is a 1956 West German biopic, predating even the stage version of The Sound of Music, though it didn't reach the U.S. until after the Rodgers & Hammerstein show had hit Broadway. Here's some unexpected Americana from the film, provided by Jairdan.



No disrespect to Canada, but calling a film  The Canadians does not raise expectations. On the other hand, Burt Kennedy directed it and Robert Ryan stars, so I'd probably give that second feature a look if given a chance. And that's all for today ... but there's more tomorrow!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

BELLE STARR THE BANDIT QUEEN (1941)

"The usual conception of Belle is all wrong. She was a beautiful southern girl whose recklessness ran away with her."
- Irving Cummings, 1941.

We last encountered Belle Starr in the appealing form of Jane Russell in Allan Dwan's 1948 oater Montana Belle, but you'd hardly recognize the lady in Irving Cummings's more ambitious 1941 epic. Neither version of Ms. Starr hews very closely to the known facts of her outlaw career, but the 1941 model, a Twentieth Century-Fox production, has a distinctive archetypal parentage. While the Dwan model is a generic female outlaw, the Cummings version shows the influence of two popular films from two years earlier: the same studio's Jesse James and the Selznick superproduction Gone With the Wind. While the film is supposedly based on a Burton Rascoe novel of the same name, its Belle Starr is the bastard offspring of the movie James and Scarlett O'Hara, and comes off more like Jesse James as some modern writers see him, as an anti-Reconstruction terrorist, than like the nebulous Belle Starr of history. Belle Starr the Bandit Queen is a highly romanticized tale that employs top studio talent -- the Technicolor cinematography is by Ernest Palmer and Ray Rennahan, and Alfred Newman is credited with the score -- in the service of outright evil.

Something will sound familiar to classic film fans as soon as the movie starts. The title music is taken from Newman's score for John Ford's Young Mr. Lincoln -- or at least that's where I first heard the particular piece of music I think of as the Ann Rutledge theme. Take a break to check out this scene from the Ford film to hear what I mean. prlosolvidados uploaded it to YouTube.



Call me sentimental, but using this music as the theme to Belle Starr the Bandit Queen strikes me as just a bit blasphemous. But Cummings goes for the tears right from the start. He opens in romantically desolate fashion with a black man and his son (or grandson) plowing a field in what used to be the yard of a Missouri mansion, shadowed by the ruins of marble columns. The plow digs up a long-buried rag doll, and the old man guesses it must have belonged to Belle Starr when she was a little girl long ago. Who is Belle Starr? the boy asks. Why, she's what white folks call a "leggend," the old-timer explains, and a "leggend" is someone who never really dies.
We then travel back in time to see the mansion in its old-time splendor, when it was the home of the well-to-do Shirley family. The Shirleys have survived the Civil War in good shape and their faithful Mammy Lou (Louise Beavers) has stayed on. Still, vivacious Miss Belle Shirley (Gene Tierney) resents the Yankee occupation, except for an old beau of hers, Major Tom Crail (Dana Andrews). She resents even more the arrival of carpetbaggers, black and white. We see her disgust when she goes to town. Because the status of slave marriages is in doubt, hucksters are selling their services to perform marriages for a price so freedpeople won't be living in sin. That's the least offense. White men are promising the former slaves that the white estates will be broken up and the land given to the blacks -- and that blacks will be able to walk on the same sidewalks as whites. Cummings cuts to a shot of three fairly attractive black women done up in arriviste fashion giving the camera come-hither looks. He presents them as if their presence were outrageous or obscene -- as if that's how we're supposed to feel about it -- and some 1941 audiences certainly did.

Going on her haughty way, Miss Belle observes a wanted poster offering a reward for the capture of Sam Starr, an unreconstructed reb carrying on guerrilla warfare against the occupation. She applauds Starr's efforts within earshot of one of the outlaw's incognito comrades (Chill Wills), and before long Sam himself (Randolph Scott) is presenting himself at the Shirley mansion -- on the same night that the family is having Major Crail and other officers over for dinner. Belle insists on having a place set for Starr, whose men eventually take Crail hostage to ensure Sam's safe exit. However, a white trash lurker about town, Jasper Trench (Olin Howard), has seen this and tipped off the federal troops. A complicated situation ends with Crail reluctantly carrying out an order to burn any home that harbors outlaws. With the Shirley mansion put to the torch, Belle vows revenge and joins forces with Starr's guerrilla band. She proves useful in many ways, not least by being a natural crack shot. She demonstrates this by daintily putting a bullet dead-center through the leaf of a tree, then knocking the leaf off its stem with the next bullet. Starr is practically goggle-eyed, or as nearly goggle-eyed as Randolph Scott can get, by this display of prowess.
Belle is soon riding at Sam's side, taking the fight to the carpetbaggers. By way of illustration, Starr's band is shown chasing wagonloads of defenseless black people across a bridge. In a slapstick moment, one utterly victim falls off a wagon and has to scramble aboard another before he's run down. Sure, they go after the occasional federal supply train as well, but it looks like Belle's default mode of resistance is ethnic cleansing. Call me a PC killjoy, but the thought of audiences applauding these scenes is chilling.

To the writers' credit, the script has Belle begin to question her war against the Yankees -- not because of any atrocities perpetrated upon blacks, of course, but because Sam, her new husband, has started recruiting riffraff into his band, most notoriously the Cole brothers, who are living off the land by robbing ordinary (presumably white) Missourians. That's beyond the pale -- not what Belle was fighting for, but Sam writes it off as wartime expediency. His attitude seems to confirm the suspicions Belle's brother had expressed earlier about Sam's character -- perhaps an echo of the fact that the real Sam Starr was a Cherokee Indian. Belle quits the fight and gives Sam his ring back, but when she learns that Sam and his men have been set up for an ambush, she drops everything to ride to his rescue -- only to be shot from behind by Jasper Trench. Spoilers follow for those who care...


Belle Starr is dead for practically the final reel of the picture, which is dedicated to the making of her "leggend." Trench brings the body in to claim the price on her head and wants to buy everyone drinks before he cashes in, but word of his unchivalrous act has spread quickly and no one will share his cheer. The bartender won't even serve him. Even the black shoeshine boy regards him with contempt. Meanwhile, Tom Crail has possession of the body, but won't confirm that it's Belle, for whom he still carries a torch. He wants family members to identify the body. He gets Mammy Lou and Sam Starr, who arrive together -- whether Sam is surrendering or offering an implicit truce is unclear. Sam looks at the body, and says it isn't Belle. Mammy Lou looks, and says the same thing. Jasper is apoplectic and sees the truth of the matter, that no one, not even the Yankee officer, wants him to have the reward for backshooting a lady. But there's nothing he can do. Tom allows Sam a last moment alone with the "anonymous" corpse, on whose finger he replaces the wedding ring. He looks out a window and sees two black men in the town square talking of how Belle Starr apparently cheated death. One mentions to the other that the whites are already calling her a legend. Again, what does that mean? The answer in this case is that Belle can change her shape; she can turn into a red fox and slip away when the soldiers think they have her cornered. Sam regards this scene with approval and the film ends.

The insistently lachrymose tone of Belle Starr the Bandit Queen only makes its ugly aspects more grotesque. It reflects the then-prevalent consensus among American historians that Reconstruction was a "tragic era" of unjust exploitation of a defeated South, and the racist consensus that freed blacks were self-evidently unfit to participate in government at that time. Just like The Birth of a Nation, the filmmakers probably think they're doing blacks a favor, and getting themselves off the historical hook, by spotlighting Louise Beavers as a good Negro, a role model of servile loyalty. But it's no good even to write the script off as a product of its time -- this was the New Deal era, after all, and more should be expected from its artistic output. More so even than Gone With the Wind, which after all takes a somewhat critical view of its heroine's adaptation to modernity, Belle Starr idealizes a bathetic nostalgia for an utterly vanished (not to mention deservedly destroyed) world and makes a martyr out of its idealized femininity. It's also not very good as a movie. It's meant as an early showcase for Gene Tierney -- while Randolph Scott is actually top billed, she gets a title card all to herself after the lead players are introduced -- but her early Vivien Leigh impersonation never hardens into a convincing hellcat bandit. Had she brought her later Leave Her to Heaven game to this picture everyone might well tremble, but as contemporary critics noted, the picture doesn't really give her much to do once she turns guerrilla. She doesn't even come as close to being a female action hero as Jane Russell did years later; it's as if they wanted to preserve a certain saintliness in the character that might be sullied if she were shown actually shooting people. That's the horrific thing about this movie: everyone involved actually seemed to see their invented Belle Starr as some sort of avenging-angel martyr-saint for the Lost Cause -- at least one early reviewer equated the character with Joan of Arc. That's just sick, but that tone gives Belle Starr the Bandit Queen a retroactive transgressive charge that may give viewers a strange thrill today. They may even feel a little dirty afterward. Whether that's a recommendation or not is up to you.

Now Playing: 10 JAN. 1962

A promising triple-bill in Beaver County, Pennsylvania. Not a bad choice at the Oriental, either.



Meanwhile, in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, evidence that January was a boom time for horror just as it is 50 years later. Only we don't have Megascope.






This is actually none other than Hammer's Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll,  rattling around the U.S. since May 1961 and presumably retitled to look less familiar to discriminating horror fans. Here's a trailer under the original title, uploaded to YouTube by valthrudnir.


There's something new opening somewhere tomorrow -- don't miss it!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

VENGEANCE IS A GOLDEN BLADE (1969)

No, vengeance is not a golden blade -- or so you might be forgiven for concluding after sitting through most of Ho Meng-hua's scenic swordplay picture. The golden blade -- to be precise, the Golden Dragon Blade -- can hardly be an instrument of vengeance when it spends most of the film in the possession of the villain. It belongs to Li Ching Shan (Ching Tang), who runs one of old China's ubiquitous security services for caravans. His main business rivals are the Vicious Long Brothers, who seem perplexed at their lack of trade and blame Li for it. The head of the Longs, Zhentian (Li Pengfei) wants everything of Li's -- his business, his wife and his invincible Golden Dragon Blade. By the time Li comes back from his latest business trip, his rival has the wife and expects the rest to follow. Discovering her infidelity, Li orders his wife to kill herself, but she contrives to poison his washbasin. It's just enough to hinder his vision and reflexes, but that's just enough for the Longs to beat him down, drive him out and take his sword. His daughter and a faithful retainer escape with him, but Li suffers a laming leg injury in the process. They're rescued by an herbalist who shelters them as the girl Xiaoyen (Chin Ping) grows into your standard wuxia heroine and falls in love with the herbalist's kid, while Li toils away for years on the blade that actually seems to be vengeance, the Hanglong Blade, alone capable (somehow) of defeating the Golden Dragon. It's going to be up to Xiaoyen to get revenge due to dad's lameness, but the concerned parent doesn't want her to make a move until he feels she's ready. He's understandably a controlling father, but once all his remaining friends cajole him into letting Xiaoyen go to town for the first time, events evolve beyond Li's control.


Well, something is a golden blade, and Ching Tang has got it -- at first.


By the very end, we can concede that maybe vengeance was a golden blade after all, but the apparent untruth of that assertion over most of the picture seemed consistent with Ho's overall determination to defer if not deny gratification for martial-arts fans. Golden Blade is more character-driven than action-driven, though Ho makes up for the slow middle with a dynamic final half hour. Like many of the wuxia films I've seen, this one has more personality and visual sweep (letterboxing always helps) than the small-scale kung fu movies I was used to from youthful TV watching. Golden Blade has a lot of attractive location work, and I'll give the special effects department credit for at least trying to make their soundstage brush fire scene look attractive. The quality of the fighting may not be that great (I'm not especially qualified to judge) but the action scenes are usually framed quite nicely and generate good momentum for the final reels.


The great outdoors (above) and the less-great indoors playing the outdoors (below).


The film seems compromised, however, by some discomfort with the idea of a female heroine that could be rooted in realism or sexism. Without spoiling too much, after constant reminders from Li that Xiaoyen that she isn't ready to take revenge on the Vicious Long Brothers  (not to mention her own mother), you expect the heroine to refute him convincingly. But Ho and his writers ultimately take Li's side, proving that she wasn't quite ready after all. Usually when that's the case, the film will wait patiently while the hero or heroine gets ready and gets his or her revenge. But Golden Blade closes on that slightly sour note -- the consequences aren't too grave -- of Xiaoyen's unreadiness.  Apart from that, Xiaoyen's right to take revenge is thrown into question by an abrupt plot twist. The bad guys remain bad and the good good, but her redefined relationship to the bad guys seems to make her revenge worse than the original offense. The twist also complicates the already more complex than normal character of Li, whose determination to shelter Xiaoyen from the world takes on a different complexion. There's also an unusual emphasis on the personal sacrifice involved in dedication to the martial arts in the suggestion that Li is less than what he seems and what he could have been.


Ready or not, Ching Ping leaps into action.


Ho seems to have aimed at a more mature or nuanced consideration of the standard revenge imperative, and the dominant message of his movie is that vengeance, no matter how sharp or what color, is more complicated than people assume. That doesn't necessarily sit well when you expect a rip-roaring swordplay picture, but it does make Golden Blade stand out as a story while it still delivers much of the goods.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

1934: The courtship of Myrna Loy and William Powell

There are two film couples who set the tone for the era of Code Enforcement -- the years when Hollywood adhered more strictly to the moralistic strictures of the Production Code under pressure from religious groups. One couple is Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, who grounded musicals in virtuoso performance and marriage plots after an epoch of orgiastic abstraction and pre-Code cartoonishness. The other, as you can tell from the headline, is William Powell and Myrna Loy, who became a double-act at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in the Enforcement year of 1934. They didn't transform a particular genre, but set a tone by being themselves transformed and gradually domesticated to the point when Loy, previously typed as an exotic vamp or snooty bitch, became known as the "perfect wife" of movies.  Powell's evolution was less drastic; he could play heroes as well as heels in the past, and casting usually split the difference by making him a likable rogue much of the time. Still, a domestication took place, and we see it beginning before 1934 is over.


M-G-M knew how to put over a new romantic team. The studio paired Powell and Loy in two May releases. The more famous of the two as a film is, of course, W. S. Van Dyke's The Thin Man, the adaptation of Dashiell Hammett's final novel that launched a series of six films over thirteen years. The earlier release of the two is famous as a footnote to the history of American crime. Also directed by Van Dyke, Manhattan Melodrama is best known (and was quickly advertised) as the film John Dillinger was watching at the Biograph theater in Chicago while Melvin Purvis's G-Men waited outside to kill him. One wonders what Dillinger thought of the picture, whether he though Clark Gable's gangster an ideal antihero or some sort of sap. This is Gable's movie, with Loy and Powell paired in support, she switching affections from gangster to Powell's prosecutor. Romance takes second place to bromance here, however. Gable and Powell were orphaned as boys by the 1904 General Slocum disaster (believe it or not, Mickey Rooney grows up to be Clark Gable), and raised as brothers by a Jewish survivor who'd lost his own boy. They continue character trajectories already established, Gable becoming a gambler and gangster, Powell a lawyer and crusader against crime. But there are rarely hard feelings between the two, and Gable proves a recklessly selfless criminal. He wants Powell to succeed in his career no matter what peril that puts his racket in, and at one point commits murder to protect him from fellow crooks. At the end, he refuses Governor Powell's offer of a commutation of his death sentence, because he knows it'd hurt Powell's political career. Melodrama is a film that critiques itself. Powell gets a speech acknowledging that Prohibition and Depression circumstances had encouraged a glorification of gangsters, yet this movie has possibly the most glorified gangster of all, a criminal apparently unmotivated by malice, resentment, or even self-preservation -- an ultimate free spirit who freely lays down his life for the good of society. That's the pre-Code aspect of the movie, as you can see by comparing it with the similar Enforcement-era epic Angels With Dirty Faces, in which the charismatic criminal must play the coward in the death chamber, one way or the other, rather than appear a martyr as Gable does.  Loy is little more than a love interest here, but the important thing is that she's a good girl -- not foreign, not snobbish, not decadent, and that makes her a fit mate for Powell, not Gable.

The Thin Man is the first Powell-Loy vehicle and is naturally shaped by the Hammett novel, which I haven't read. The movie is a sort of screwball mystery, the whodunit element taking second place to the booze-fueled banter of Nick and Nora Charles. A year after Repeal, Thin Man revels in heroic drinking. Arriving late at a club, Nora orders a marini and asks Nick how many he's had. Since he's had six already, she orders five more martinis to be set up side by side at her table. An unknown number of martinis later, he has to carry her to bed. But as a rule, both Nick and Nora can handle their liquor, which mostly makes them playful. You can see why this film made Powell and Loy a star team, because the characters clearly enjoy each other's company. They can tease each other like a couple of kids and not look obnoxiously silly. This being a transitional film, the Charleses still seem to behave in an irresponsible if not amoral way, but that seems to be okay in this film's context because they're safely rich. Pre-Code disturbed many critics because it so often spotlighted the survival ethics of the poor. Screwball comedy calmed critics (whether they liked the actual films or not) because the whims of the wealthy weren't seen as a threat to anyone, except for the occasional hapless bourgeois swept up in their wake. Nick and Nora would grow more domesticated within a couple of films, but the real domestication of Powell and Loy as a couple act came in their next, rather darker teamup.





Six months after the films above, the third Powell-Loy film appeared. William K. Howard's Evelyn Prentice has a plot worthy of a pre-Code picture. Loy is the title character, the neglected wife of defense attorney Powell. She starts a relationship with another man who proves a manipulative, mercenary gigolo. When the gigolo ends up dead, another of his girlfriends is accused of the murder, and Powell defends her, but we have reason to believe that Loy is guilty. This sets up a sequence of courtroom climaxes, including Powell's heartbroken examination of Loy on the witness stand, a late revelation that throws our understanding of what happened into question, and a summation in which Powell continues to defend the original defendant. A lot of higher-law buncombe comes into it, the premise being that a gigolo deserves death for messing with women's affections and so on. Howard films it as effectively as was probably possible, and the stars contribute carefully modulated performances with an emphasis on mutual regret. The key new element here is a child, the protagonists' daughter. Prentice alternates between intense mature drama and would-be heartwarming scenes of father and/or mother with the little girl. One scene of the whole family doing their morning exercises really seems to set the tone for the future, encouraging fans to see Powell and Loy as a family rather than merely as a couple. The child as center of moral gravity would shortly domesticate Nick and Nora, just as it would domesticate Tarzan and Jane in the most notorious example from the Enforcement era. The kiddie scenes in Prentice are pleasant but don't quite fit the overall tone of the story. The kid is arguably superfluous if you believe that the love of the star characters is strong enough to keep them together, but M-G-M seemed to consider the girl necessary to close the deal, representing a perhaps preferably non-sexual bond keeping the couple together. Fortunately, the stars invest the conclusion with enough emotional truth for me to feel that the girl was superfluous.

Powell and Loy were helped immeasurably in 1934 by the fact that all three of their pictures are entertaining films. The Thin Man is the best of the three, but fans of the two stars will find all of them rewarding, even if Manhattan Melodrama renders them subordinate to Gable. They're all interesting as transitional films, with Evelyn Prentice perhaps the most interesting in that problematically historical sense. These films retain a pre-Code charge that will most likely be lacking in their later work together, though I'll take recommendations from the audience. These three I can recommend flaws and all.