Month: May 2021

  • Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) There are a few fascinating things about Mystery of the Wax Museum — but they don’t all have to do with the film’s narrative.   Perhaps the most noteworthy one is the look of the film — it’s one of the last Hollywood two-colour films, using an early process that allowed for greens and reds to be added to the black-and-white. As a result, it does feel a bit more modern than its release date, and the effective cinematography of a horror film allowed for the bright reds and sickly greens to enhance the mood of the movie. It’s directed by Michael Curtiz in his pre-stardom years, and makes (along with the same two-colour process and similar cast) a great double-bill with Doctor X. Also of interest to horror movie fans is that this is the first in a surprisingly long line of war museum horror films stretching from the well-known Vincent Price 1953 vehicle House of Wax to its 2005 horror-remake-craze remake of the same name. (Watching all three back-to-back-to-back would be… interesting.)  Now if you’re noticing that I haven’t said much about the content of the film, well, that may be by design: While the narrative of Mystery of the Wax Museum is certainly not terrible, it’s nowhere as fascinating as the elements surrounding the film. Reading more about the two-colour look of the movie alone was a bit of a revelation into the prehistory of colour cinematography in Hollywood. There’s also quite an odyssey to say about the film’s tortuous restoration through multiple attempts at enhancing the material, resulting in this rather impressive 2019 restoration partially financed by none other than George Lucas. There’s quite a bit of Hollywood history just waiting to be discovered in reading about Mystery of the Wax Museum, and I’m not sure it’s a bad thing even if it ends up overshadowing the content of the film itself.

  • Love and Monsters (2020)

    (Netflix Streaming, May 2021) There have been many post-apocalyptic films lately, so much so that the subject matter itself feels stale… and that’s a time in which tone and style can become crucial. Love and Monsters, fortunately, has plenty to offer. Taking a Zombieland-style darkly comic approach to a world in which various monsters have made Earth uninhabitable to humans, it follows the odyssey of a young man trekking across a dangerous landscape in order to meet a romantic interest. The deck is stacked against our protagonist, but the screenwriters are rooting for him — the finale is rather optimistic after a number of harrowing adventures, and the upbeat tone of the narration does much to keep viewers invested in the protagonist’s adventures. There’s a nice balance between horrors and more uplifting sentiments, while director Michael Matthews stretches the film’s relatively low budget with a plethora of visually interesting monsters throughout the course of the film. (Love and Monsters nominated for a Best Visual Effects Academy Award and while it didn’t win, simply being nominated is notable enough for this out-of-nowhere candidate.)  I’d be careful in calling this a romp, though: darkness lurks at the edges of the film, with not-so-funny subplots and a not-completely-satisfying conclusion. Still, Love and Monsters goes through post-apocalyptic landscapes with more energy and humour than many other similar films, and that does help it stand out from the crowd.

  • Talent Scout (1937)

    Talent Scout (1937)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) As Hollywood celebrated its own twentysomething anniversary throughout the 1930s, it became convinced of its own importance and, naturally, made movies about itself. The archives of major studios at the time are filled with stories of small-town cute girls boarding a bus to California, convinced of making it big. Given that they’re movie protagonists, their dreams often become true after a few perfunctory obstacles. It’s in that subgenre that Talent Scout is to be found, but watch out — this is about as basic an example of the form as can be put together, and there’s some irony in how the star of the film, Jeanne Madden, only made three movies before retiring back to Pennsylvania as owner of the family boarding house. As far as these films go, Talent Scout is perhaps more interesting for its lack of interest: It’s a straight-up B-movie made to keep contract players working and feed the theatrical distribution chain. You can certainly watch it, but its lack of distinction means that there won’t be much to remember the next day. There’s something admirable in seeing some people on a short Hollywood stint captured for later generations to watch, but if we’re going on a strict should-you-watch-this-before-you-die basis, there are far more interesting starlet-in-Hollywood movies than Talent Scout.

  • Greenland (2020)

    (Amazon Streaming, May 2021) When the dust will settle, the memories of our COVID/lockdown years will definitely affect the way we make and approach entertainment. Already, I’m fundamentally less amused by zombie movies, and even catastrophe films are feeling less fun now that we have a new baseline against which to measure world-changing events. In taking a look at Greenland, for instance, I’m more inclined to question some of the base assumptions of the film than playing along with it. Part of it is the recent re-demonstration that a strong society works better than rugged individuals at facing down a great peril. In this light, having a film about a man judging that he and his family deserve to be saved rather than everyone else strikes me as distasteful, not matter how cleverly the film tries to weigh down its moral scale. (Meteor strike; pre-approved list of people to save; everyman trying to save his family; etc.) What makes the protagonist better than anyone is not satisfactorily demonstrated here, especially as he often relies on the unsaved to save himself. Yes, yes, I know — the film is meant to be an episodic series of mini-adventures on the way to shelter, and that’s it. But Greenland doesn’t help itself by featuring some fundamentally irritating plot cheats and complications, often presenting a caricatural portrait of other people that the protagonist has to overcome. For Gerard Butler, this is another solid role in a middling thriller: as usual, he’s better than the film he picks, but at the same time feels like an interchangeable part of a generic ensemble — I liked Morena Baccarin a lot more as his wife, but then again, I would in just about any film regardless of her part. There’s a bit of contrived lifeboat ethical dilemma here, and those often end up being ludicrously didactic lessons in semantic bullying, and I don’t think that Greenland, even under the guise of a lightweight apocalyptic adventure, is too far away from that. Director Ric Roman Waugh does have a sure hand on his handling of a large-scale spectacle, at least, which softens the blow slightly. I’ll at least grant that when it comes to disaster films, Greenland doesn’t pull back on spectacle while still presenting a relatively plausible depiction of how it may happen. I probably would have enjoyed the film a lot more a few years ago; I probably will like it more in a few years. Right now, however, it feels slightly distasteful and egotistical.

  • Theater of Blood (1973)

    Theater of Blood (1973)

    (On TV, May 2021) On paper, Theater of Blood sounds much better than it feels on a moment-by-moment basis. Featuring none other than Vincent Price as a serious Shakespearian actor taking murderous revenge over his reviewers, it sounds like a great excuse as a fun romp: You get Price doing Shakespeare (even in small segments) and a fantasy sequence showing what filmmakers would really like to do to those pesky critics. In execution, though, Theater of Blood proves to be more laborious and less interesting than expected. As usual whenever filmmakers have to talk about reviewers, they’re portrayed as caricatural antagonists with no depth other than opposing our viewpoint character. Much of the narrative structure anticipates the slasher craze of later years, as director Douglas Hickox goes from one murderous set-piece to another, each critic getting a gory death along the way. There are a few welcome complications along the way, but much of it feels muted, far from achieving its own potential. Price is delightful as ever, but Theater of Blood itself feels like a missed opportunity… and I’m not just saying that because I’m a reviewer.

  • Springfield Rifle (1952)

    Springfield Rifle (1952)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) I’m not enough of a western fan to pay much attention when the films struggle to break out of the classic mould of the genre. Springfield Rifle eventually does, but it’s a long slog to the film’s twist, and the twist isn’t a twist as much as it’s a return to expectations. Let me explain: Here we have none other than western stalwart Gary Cooper (he of rugged but bland presence), except that he’s playing a no-good coward drummed out of the army and abandoned by his ashamed family. Left without anywhere to go, he goes west to end up in a fort where there’s some illegal weapon contraband… and then comes the twist that he’s really an undercover spy trying to stop the flow of rifles to the Confederates during the Civil War. So… Cooper is really playing a hero, which is really a return to form rather than a surprise. The rest of the film, despite an admittedly unusual amount of spying business in the middle of a western, does remain very much a western, and not always a gripping one at that. The 1950s were a high-water mark for westerns in Hollywood but remarkably few of them are worth mentioning today: there were a lot of them, and the better ones have floated to the top. While Springfield Rifle is probably one of those that has endured (mostly due to the star, reaffirmed by the twist), I’m so indifferent to the genre that it quickly becomes close to background noise.

  • Show Girl in Hollywood (1930)

    Show Girl in Hollywood (1930)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) There’s not a while lot to say about Show Girl in Hollywood by itself, because it’s intensely prototypical of an entire sub-genre of pictures that first came to prominence early in Hollywood’s history: the naïve young woman travelling west, convinced that she’s going to become a Hollywood star. In this specific version of the story, our heroine is a Broadway showgirl heading to California on promises that are invalidated by the firing of a studio executive, the first of many to be let go through the film in oddly amusing ways. It’s an early musical from the first years of sound cinema, so the technical qualities are a bit rough — but the script can be funny at times considering that, even then, Hollywood was all too eager to make fun of itself. It’s also directed by Mervyn LeRoy, one of the first true professionals of Hollywood. It does occur to me that Hollywood making movies about Hollywood in 1930 could be seen as advertising for movies themselves — the beginning of the Hollywood glamour pushed to the masses, the dream factory revving up to full production. At times, the well-worn clichés enthusiastically embraced by the film can be oddly comforting: Show Girl in Hollywood is the archetypical fresh-off-the-bus story of a young woman stumbling into film stardom, and it’s not all that surprising that it still works well enough ninety years later.

  • The Body Snatcher (1945)

    The Body Snatcher (1945)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) For classic horror fans, The Body Snatcher features a mixture of familiar names— infamous murderers/graverobbers Burke and Hare, for one (their infamy extending well into twenty-first-century takes), producer Val Lewton for another, and also chameleonic director Robert Wise in one of his earliest directing credits (and perhaps his first true end-to-end project). But what will get most people’s attention is Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi in the same film, neither of them playing the monster archetypes they’re best known for. This certainly isn’t their only collaboration, and Lugosi’s role is minor at best — but Karloff is quite good, and more importantly he’s good in a somewhat respectable context: The Body Snatcher is heavy on atmosphere and historical references, helmed by a director who clearly wanted to impress. Even the premise, having to do with murderous graverobbers, is far from lurid monster features. The result is very decent no matter the age of the film: it’s a signpost in the filmography of many familiar names, but it’s also a film that holds up decently as long as you don’t walk in expecting cheap thrills or camp monsters.

  • Strictly Dynamite (1934)

    Strictly Dynamite (1934)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) At barely 71 minutes of a threadbare showbiz plot having to do with creative inspirations and affairs, Strictly Dynamite isn’t a classic for the ages. But it’s enjoyable in the ways 1930s Pre-Code comedy could be, and it does have two terrific assets playing off each other: Jimmy Durante and Lupe Velez (in the first pre-Spitfire phase of her Hollywood career) each bringing their own comic sensibilities to the film. Both are worth watching separately, and if their reunion isn’t quite a multiplier, it does give ample reason to appreciate the result. The plotting runs out of steam just as complications should pick up, but there’s some interest in the details if not the framework — Velez is always watchable, but she gets some remarkable costumes here. The opening performance from the Mills Brothers is also quite enjoyable. None of this will make Strictly Dynamite essential, but it’s a small treat for Durante and Velez fans.

  • Bathing Beauty (1944)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) There’s probably one heck of a box-set (or, these days, “digital collection”) in some distant future in which Red Skelton’s early-1940s films are brought together to give a better appreciation of the incredible run he had as a comic performer at the time. No, his broad ingratiating style isn’t to everyone’s liking. No, the films are not usually high art. But he usually gave it everything he had and he was blessed with some of the era’s most amazing actresses as co-leads, whether it’s Eleanor Powell, Ann Sothern, Lucille Ball, Virginia O’Brien or, in the case of Bathing Beauty, aquatic athlete Esther Williams. The story is contrived to the point of bewilderment (what with a newly married couple not consummating the marriage, and the husband chasing her back to the college she works at) but that’s part of the point, as Skelton plays a virtual stranger chasing a woman while claiming, “but I’m her husband!”  There’s quite a bit of idiot plotting required in making it work, but Skelton’s comedic style is one that easily accommodates such shenanigans as indulged by director George Sidney. As usual for a Williams film, there are a number of musical interludes and aquatic sequences that have cemented her enduring image. (The final sequence, choreographer by Busby Berkeley, is a favourite for re-creations and homages, especially in Berkeley retrospectives.)  There’s a silliness to the college comedy that feels timeless, some snappy tunes and an overall amiability that makes Bathing Beauty hard to dislike. It’s also, crucially, a good showcase for Skelton’s talents, and a reminder of why he was a box-office draw at that time.

  • Aparajito (1956)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) It’s essential for any self-respecting film fan to explore the world of cinema as thoroughly as possible. Old, new, local, international, lauded and reviled — part of the point of those “1000 Essential Movies” lists is to expose viewers to a wide sample of cinema as a proof of what the medium can achieve, but also help them find out their favourite genres and periods. At the same time, I don’t expect everyone to like everything. Once you’ve gone through your list of essentials, as limited or expansive as it can be, it’s perfectly acceptable to declare a sub-genre of film not to your liking. As I have trekked through world cinema, I have reliably found that, no matter the country or the era, the one thing I can’t stand is neorealism. (The only borderline exceptions are when neorealism is culturally close to me. I’ll tolerate French-Canadian neorealism and give a passing grade to Francophone or Anglophone neorealism, but anything farther than that is usually asking too much.)  As a result, well, I did not have a good time with Satyajit Ray’s Aparajito, which returns to 1920s India to continue the story launched by Pather Panchali (another film I didn’t particularly like). The drama gets more intense by the third act of the film, as the lead character loses an important relative and his reaction is not necessarily one we expect. None of my tepid reaction of the film should be misconstrued as a dismissal of Aparajito (and its associated trilogy) as a piece of world cinema — I can appreciate the incredible documentary aspect of chronicling Indian life even from the mid-1950s and how Ray helped Indian cinema become more than the razzle-dazzle of its dominant masala tone. But every critic eventually learns the distinction between importance, quality, art and, on the other side, a personal appreciation of the result. I may respect Aparajito, but I don’t have to like it.

  • B*A*P*S (1997)

    (On TV, May 2021) Sometimes, silliness is all you need. In B*A*P*S (Black American Princesses), we have two feisty young black women somehow finding their way to a rich white man’s Beverly Hills house, upsetting the neighbour’s habits and prejudices. It’s all executed according to silly farce, what with stereotypes crashing into one another, but director Robert Townsend does get to mount a stealth attack on white orthodoxy, sending the down-to-earth exuberance of its protagonists crashing against the staid manners of their new surroundings. You can easily tell who’s good and who’s not from the way they embrace black culture — all the way to the well-mannered butler with a secret fondness for black TV shows. Martin Landau plays the charmed ailing white millionaire, but the stars of the show are clearly Halle Berry and Natalie Desselle as the titular BAPs as they set out to improve Beverly Hills culture with their own flair. Berry looks surprisingly good as a blonde, although I also liked Troy Byer (who also wrote the screenplay) as a no-nonsense lawyer. The silliness of the film’s execution is less interesting than its overall status as a racially subversive dismantlement of the white establishment. (I’m sure someone, somewhere, already wrote at length about how so-called “dumb” black comedies à la B*A*P*S and How High are far more interesting as tools of systemic racial derision.)  No, the film is not always that clever or witty in its moment-to-moment execution — I’m sure that there’s a better movie to be made from the same material (from Byer’s public disappointment with the results, the original screenplay is probably worth a look), but let’s highlight for a moment the worth of a black-written black-directed black-starring comedy openly espousing black values as explicitly opposed to the white Southern California establishment. While contemporary reviews were harsh (even Roger Ebert, normally a sympathetic audience for this kind of film, hated it), I suspect that more recent assessments are kinder to it — indeed, B*A*P*S seems to have become a bit of a fondly-remembered cult classic in the meantime, which sounds about right for the kind of silly film it appears to be.

  • Mystery Street (1950)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) I’m always up for a good procedural, and Mystery Street certainly obliges — set in Boston (and filmed there — a rarity at the time), it’s about the murder of a young woman where we, the audience, hold all the facts from the get-go — the suspense is in seeing the police investigator (played by a young Ricardo Montalban!) piece together the clues and use the forensic methods of the time to advance in his investigation. The straightforward script and direction actually work well in letting us take in the period atmosphere: Being close to the facts and unwilling to indulge in flights of stylistic fancy makes Mystery Street a bit of an outlier in a period best known for stylish noirs. The unspectacular nature of the narrative doesn’t stop the thrills, and it allows the atmosphere of the time to be credibly portrayed. Most viewers will latch on the forensic science sequences as the film’s most noteworthy moments, anticipating the CSI series of decades later in combining science and criminal detection. The result is a rather nice B-grade thriller — not quite worth crowing about, but amply rewarding for audiences catching this with no great expectations.

  • The Star Witness (1931)

    The Star Witness (1931)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) Warner Brothers has interesting roots as a company — while other studios in the early sound era were going for literary adaptations, period costumes and horror movies, it was focusing on then-contemporary gangster films and urban dramas. It’s in this light that The Star Witness becomes more interesting, as a permutation on familiar themes as it focuses on the drama surrounding an old man’s testimony as a witness to a murder. The story isn’t anything we can’t readily predict, but there’s some interest in seeing the film as an exemplar of another time — organized crime was a pressing concern in the early 1930s, and the film does have some propagandist intent in telling witnesses that there is nobility in testifying against crime. (Even though the message is tinged with anti-immigrant xenophobia.)  Walter Huston shows up as an idealistic district attorney. The Star Witness is not that good of a movie—the thinness of the film becomes apparent even at a running time of barely more than an hour—but it can be interesting in a time-capsule kind of way… or (if you’re more cynical) a suggestion that things don’t really change.

  • Tunes of Glory (1960)

    Tunes of Glory (1960)

    (On Cable TV, May 2021) If you’re looking at film history as a vast tapestry of individual works in relationship with each other, a surprising number of movies are best seen when compared to others. They stand alone narratively, but their interest comes from being variations on preceding films, responses to previous work, conscious attempts to get away from something else or simply new (and not necessarily successful) combinations of elements used elsewhere. Tunes of Glory, at face value, is a somewhat dry and downbeat drama about two officers having a clash of personalities in a Highland Regiment outpost. As an almost-theatrical exploration of two different men battling for power, it’s not uninteresting even if it does play to a very specific audience and premise. It does not end well. But Tunes of Glory becomes substantially more interesting when you compare it to other films in their lead’s filmography, what with Alec Guiness playing a slob and John Mills a snob — both playing against type in a mutually-agreed upon exchange of the roles they’d initially been selected for. It’s a particularly interesting contrast when placed alongside Guiness’ previous turn as a by-the-book officer in Bridge on the River Kwai. While I can’t quite recommend Tunes of Glory as a film to watch on its own (it’s good, but it’s not that good in a universe with plenty of other unseen movies), it does become a provocative follow-up to Bridge on River Kwai, or as part of any career retrospective for Guiness or Mills. But that’s the nature of the game once you start seeing not just individual movies but pieces of film history.