Saturday, March 9, 2024

Film review: The Roaring Twenties (1939)


We have yet to be let down by Jimmy Cagney, and this film has his second most iconic death scene (after White Heat - "Made it Ma!  Top of the world!" - of course).  Apparently this film (one of the Criterion haul I mentioned earlier) used to be much better known, and in constant rotation on some television channels, but has since receded in a way that White Heat and Public Enemy haven't.

Maybe it doesn't fit today's cynical worldview, because Jimmy Cagney's Eddie Bartlett is largely sympathetic (in contrast with his character in those other two), although Humphrey Bogart's complete rotter more than makes up for it (in contrast with his much more nuanced later performances).  The two meet right at the beginning in a fox hole in WWI, and they're also joined by the third male lead (Lloyd, played by a rather anonymous actor called Jeffrey Lynn), whom Bogart's George takes an instant dislike to, because he was conscripted out of law school and is honest about his fear under fire.  We see a bit of their army life, including George butting heads with their sergeant (foreshadowing), Eddie getting lots of letters from what looks from her photo to be dishy woman in her early 20s, and George shooting a German that Lloyd refuses to because he looks about 15 ("Well, he won't see 16!") literally seconds before they hear about armistice.  Then they go their separate ways back to their lives.  We actually don't see George for a good long stretch of the movie, although he has told us that he's in the bar business and is confident that the upcoming Prohibition won't put a dent in it.  Eddie, meanwhile, returns to the boarding house he lived in before the war, and his none-too-bright cab-driving buddy Danny.  But he finds that his job at the garage has been taken while he's away, although the two mechanics who mock him on the way out live to regret it as he knocks them out with a single punch ("Two for one!").


Danny suggests that Eddie use his cab in the 12 hours a day that he's not using it, and Eddie agrees, but just then their landlady brings a letter that's just been forwarded from France, the last from his mysterious female admirer, who, it turns out, lives half an hour away by Danny's cab (or an hour if the passenger doesn't know the map, says Danny) in Mineola.  They visit and find that she's actually a schoolgirl, the photo implying otherwise having been taken from a performance in a play.  


Ruefully, Eddie departs.  "Will I see you again?" says the girl (Jean, played by singer Priscilla Lane) "Maybe in three years when you've grown up" (more foreshadowing).  The whole film, by the way, is bookended and interspersed with a voiceover, supposedly of a famous newspaper columnist who covered the seedier aspects of the decade, and who claims that this is all true.  At this point in the movie we get an explanation of the effects of prohibition, and we see Eddie, now driving the taxi, getting sucked in, as he is asked by a passenger to deliver a package to somebody called "Panama" inside.  This he does, calling out loudly as he enters, much to her consternation, as he attracts the attention of two G-men, who find bottles of alcohol in the package and haul off the protesting (for different reasons) Eddie and Panama.  Eddie calls on Lloyd, who is now a practicing lawyer, and while he gets Panama off, Eddie either has to pay $100 or spend 60 days in jail.  As he has no hope of the former, it has to be the latter (and his cellmate is another ex-soldier who is threatening suicide, something that makes Eddie feel like maybe he doesn't have it so bad).  Very quickly, though, Eddie is bailed out by Danny, who was given the money by Panama, 


who invites him into the speakeasy business (because she sees a core loyalty and decency in him, ironically) and Eddie is on the fast climb up to being a Big Shot.  He employs Lloyd to help him buy taxis, because he is smart enough to worry about how long this will last, and he wants a legit business to fall back on.  Along the way, while collecting a debt from a Broadway showrunner, he encounters Jean again and is fully smitten, and sets her up as a singer in the club he and Panama have been supplying and using as a base.  He shows her how he makes his own (lousy) alcohol in bathtub stills 


and puts fake labels and even fake sea-salt smell on the bottles (as his team of ex-cons tell the people they sell it to that it's all imported).  However, he knows that he can only go so far with the bad stuff and wants to cut a deal with another Big Shot, Nick Brown, who really does import the good stuff.  Brown brushes him off, so Eddie resolves to hit his boat while disguised as the coast guard.  And guess who's captaining that boat?  George.  


George is impressed enough with Eddie's moxie that he puts in his lot with him, and they go from strength to strength.  However, two dark shadows are looming: one is that George is chafing as second-in-command (and Nick is out for revenge), and two is that Lloyd and Jean are making cow-eyes at each other, something Panama and George spot immediately, but Eddie (who is a bit thick sometimes, as seen in the initial incident whereby he doesn't know he's ferrying liquor around) doesn't.  Things happen - Eddie ensures that the feds seize another shipment of Nick's, and then Eddie and his gang steal it from a storage facility - but not before George encounters his ex-sergeant, now working as a security guard, and fulfills a promise.  Nick kills Danny.  Eddie goes to take revenge, and George warns Nick, hoping he will bump off Eddie for him.  But Eddie wins out and begrudgingly spares George's life.  Eddie loses Jean to Lloyd, forgives them, but (having been a strict teetotaler up to this point) decides to sample his own supply to drown his sorrows.

And then - Black Friday.  Eddie has to come up with $200,000 in a hurry - and George is there to take advantage.  All of Eddie's precious back-up cab business is lost... except George leaves him one cab.  But Panama sticks by him.  Eddie one day picks up Jean and she shows him their nice house and four year old son (who dresses like a cowboy and boasts of killing Indians - little charmer).  Lloyd is now the DA and is pursuing George, but Eddie reminds Lloyd how George deals with squealers.  Then George's hoods come to the house and threaten Jean if Lloyd doesn't drop the case.  She finds a drunken wreck of an Eddie in a bar where Panama sings and begs him for help.  He refuses, but after she leaves, Panama talks him round.  Cue the final showdown with George...


Verdict: Cagney is amazing.  This is one of his more subtle performances - we don't get the wild rages or strutting that you see in his earlier stuff.  The film was fairly radical for its great use of closeups, and they reveal the full range of Cagney's supremely expressive face.  There's a famous scene in a great neo-gangster movie, The Long Good Friday, when Bob Hoskins realizes his time is up and you see every emotion flit across his face in succession, and there's one very similar here.  But Eddie isn't going down easy!  This is a bit of an epic at nearly 2 hours, and the first hour is a bit hackneyed, but it certainly builds, and the last third of the film holds you tightly in its grip.  Come to me, my melancholy baby.

Thursday, March 7, 2024

Tuesday, March 5, 2024

Re-gifting

 It was Jami's birthday yesterday, and the best present I got her was actually one I'd given her years ago.  It's a nifty little CD player that they don't make any more that has ridiculously good sound for such a small package:

It broke a couple of years ago and the CD got stuck in it, so it has sat unused in her office since.  I determined to see if I could get it fixed.  This, as anyone who has had an outmoded piece of electronics break down, is no mean feat, but I found a place that said that they'd look at it, only it would cost $80 just for them to diagnose it (although if I decided to go forward, they would deduct that from the repair fee), and they were so backlogged it would take them 6 weeks even to look at it.  I took it apart myself to see if there was something obvious wrong with it, but no luck, so I determined to take it to them.  The thing is, this place was in somewhere called "Madison Heights," which, it turns out, is one of the many featureless suburbs of Detroit (think of it as like Crawley is to London), which was not that much further South than Rochester Hills, which is where I go every month or so to shop at WholeFoods and Trader Joe's.  (Now you will understand the reference in last Friday's post.)  So, continuing my subterfuge (I'd got it out of Jami's office by asking to borrow her key to look for a particular text book to use in my teaching) I "went shopping."  Well, best case scenario: because I'd opened it up, instead of him just taking it and dumping it in the back of the shop, he was able to see the problem (a missing tiny belt) at a glance, and fixed it there and then, charging all of $5!  Plus he was a real character, chattering incessantly about W.C. Fields and one of the retired guys who used to hang around his store (which he inherited from the old guy who opened it about 80 years ago) who turned out to be the chief sound engineer for Motown and had all kinds of stories about the legendary scheming and tightfistedness of Berry Gordy.  So, Jami has her working CD player back again.  (Not to worry, I also spent the money I saved on more books than she will ever have time to read, so I didn't cheat her.)

Earthworks at Metamora-Hadley

 Jami's off to teach in this week's Docs:

Meanwhile Frederick and I trot off to Metamora-Hadley, where much digging is going on:









Film review: I Married a Witch (1942)

 


Every six months or so, Criterion has a flash sale where all their movies are 50% off.  This is heralded for weeks by excited posts on the subreddit /r/criterion, and followed by endless posts of photos of people's "hauls."  Well, I'm as much as a sucker for the principle "spend to save" as anyone, and my haul this time (half of which became presents for Jami's birthday, which was yesterday) included this film, which I managed not to watch the entire time we had the Criterion Channel, despite considering it several times (Preston Sturges worked on it!). So now we own it.  The main reason I came around to being intrigued is that it was the most successful of René "A Nous La Liberté" Clair's American films.  And it has his fingerprints on it, in its notably French attitude (occasionally shocking in a 1940s Hollywood film) and visual inventiveness (including some quite impressive (again, for the times) special effects).  I have to say that it hasn't vaulted to the top of my favorite Screwball comedies (and probably we don't need to own it) but its positives certainly outweigh any negatives.

Its main claim to fame is probably its female star, Veronica Lake.  The only other film I know her for is Sullivan's Travels (which came out the previous year) so maybe she was brought on board by Sturges, but I must say I don't see her appeal.  We are clearly meant to understand that she is drop dead gorgeous and... she just isn't.  She's got a surprisingly low and sultry voice given how tiny she is, but has very angular features, and her trademark hair (crimped, falling across her face) does nothing for me.  


On top of this she's not exactly a great actress.  As I understand, she's a sort of proto-Marilyn Monroe, both in her poverty-stricken backstory, apparently difficulty on set, and sad ending.

The film starts with Fredric March (in an absurd blond wig) playing his main character's Puritan ancestor, Jonathan Wooley, who is attending a witch (and wizard) burning that he has occasioned by identifying the witch.  


(This is a festive occasion for the townsfolk, with a vendor circulating with little cones of "popped maize".)  His mother notices that he has a distracted look and he reveals that the witch appeared to him the night before (as an indescribably beautiful woman) and cursed him to be unlucky in love, a curse that will afflict her descendants in perpetuity, something that is immediately confirmed by the appearance of his intended, the nagging Purity Sykes.  The witch and her father the wizard are burned and their ashes buried beneath an oak sapling which traps their souls in its roots (apparently).  Then there's a montage of various generations of Wooleys having miserable marriages until we reach the present day, where our Wooley, Wally, is running for Governor and about to marry the daughter of his millionaire media mogul sponsor J.B. Masterson, Estelle (Susan Hayward, deliciously awful), the wedding planned on the eve of the election as a stunt.  


As Jonathan gives a speech the lights flicker as a huge storm rocks the building, a huge storm with lightning that strikes the tree and releases the witch and wizard.  At first they take the form of plumes of smoke and immediately they go in search of a Wooley to take revenge on.  They hide in bottles outside on the patio of the post-speech party and the witch, whose name is Jennifer, becomes intrigued by Jonathan, as her father (Daniel) chortles at the obvious torment in Jonathan's romantic life.  Jennifer suggests that it would be even better if she were to make him fall in love with her, and persuades her father (who is actually much older than her 200+ years and more powerful) to give her a body.  This apparently requires flame, which is provided by setting a large hotel (The Pilgrim Hotel, a name that sets Daniel against it) on fire.  Wooley and the Mastersons (and his doctor friend Dudley (Robert Benchley, who is a very familiar face, because of The Reluctant Dragon, I now realize)) have to go past it on the way home, and he is strangely drawn to it, and, alone amongst the bystanders, hears a woman's voice calling from inside.  He rushes in and we meet Jennifer in the Veronica-Lake-flesh (supposedly naked, although you can't see for all the smoke, and he quickly gives her his coat).  After some mild danger (floors collapsing) they escape and he and Dudley take her to the hospital where Dudley finds nothing wrong with her but offers to keep her overnight.  However, when Dudley returns home and is chasing his cat who has got in, he finds her waiting for him.  He ushers her outside and puts her in a cab, giving the cab driver (who is a trusted acquaintance) money to give her once he's taken her somewhere (anywhere) else, as well as advice to get a coat of her own, because she replaced his coat with one she found in the hotel, and is still clad in nothing but that (and a pair of kicky boots).  However, the coat gets thrown out of the window and a couple of blocks later the cab driver finds nothing but the boots in the back of the cab.  Meanwhile Jonathan finds Jennifer in his bed in his pajamas, 


and, still resisting her charms, explains to her that beauty is not sufficient for love, love has to grow over months and years.  And then we watch as the clock moves steadily through the hours of the night until we find him as dawn breaks clearly besotted and cooing as he strokes her hair.  Of course, today is the day of his marriage, and that snaps him to attention as his soon-to-be-in-laws arrive.  As he leaves with them, Jennifer realizes she may need magic to seal the deal.  Her father advises her to use a "philter", which is a love potion (apparently).  However, her plans go awry when a painting fall on her head and he gives the "water" that she had just given to him to drink to her instead, and being dazed, she drinks it and falls for him.  Various shenanigans ensue, Jennifer and Daniel (now embodied as the excellent Cecil Kellaway


crash the wedding, and Daniel, realizing Jennifer now actually loves Wally is at loggerheads with both.  His plan is to get Wally arrested for his murder, and contrives to be shot (and declared dead by Dudley) by Wally's pistol.  However, this doesn't stick, but he again takes refuge in a liquor bottle and is too drunk to cause further trouble, and meanwhile Wally kisses Jennifer just as Estelle storms upstairs to see what's keeping Wally.  The wedding is off!  J.B. vows to ruin Wally's chances as governor!  Jennifer and Wally elope!  Jennifer uses her magic to cause literally everybody (even his rival candidate) to vote for him!  This convinces Wally that she really is a witch!  But then Daniel, who had been stuck in the drunk tank, too inebriated to do magic, escapes and posing as the cab driver flies the cab to the tree, threatening to trap (the now power-less, thanks to Daniel) Jennifer with him in the roots again.  Her essence departs her body and it falls lifeless to the ground.  Wally and Dudley carry it to his house, and Jennifer, apparently now back to her witchy self asks her father if they (again in wisp form) can watch Wally suffer over the dead body through the window.  Daniel, never averse to watching a Wooley in torment, agrees...

A breezy little number.  The blu ray is yours for, say, twenty bucks?

Sunday, March 3, 2024

Feels like Winter is over




 

Friday, March 1, 2024

Busy Friday

Last day of Spring/Winter Break, and after my periodic trip to Trader Joe's/Wholefoods in Farmington Hills, to stock up on cashew yogurt and cat food (among other essentials)...

(along with a trip into Madison Heights on a secret mission, to be revealed in due time)... it was a short walk to For-Mar today (while Jami went off to meet our tax man and get a very nasty sticker shock)






Film review: Forbidden Games (1952)

(Film #39 out of 50 in our Criterion box set.) You might think that a movie featuring an adorable tiny blonde orphan moppet would be cloying, but that would just mean that you've been exposed to the wrong adorable tiny blonde orphan moppet movies.  


This one is French, so, let's just say, it doesn't pull any punches.  But don't get any ideas from the vaguely risqué title, this is strictly G-rated, except for, you know, all the death.  That's not a spoiler: the beginning sequence of the film is her getting orphaned, and perhaps even more upsetting, having her puppy killed at the same time (and it's a very disturbing death, complete with twitching as if its back is broken) by German fighter planes firing on a caravan of cars and horse-drawn carts fleeing Paris in 1940.  The Germans make several passes: on the first, everyone flees the bridge on foot and takes cover in fields by the side of the road.  However, when our family returns to their car it won't re-start, so it is brutally shoved off the road by the people behind.  The family are trying to flee on foot when the Germans return.  The puppy runs, the little girl (Paulette) runs after him, the parents after her and they all throw themselves to the floor, and all but her are raked with bullets.  This is incredibly upsetting: she is lying next to her dead mother and strokes her face (and then her own, as if for contrast - an action we see her repeat later). Then she picks up the spasming puppy and trots off, until a quarreling couple roughly scoop her up onto their cart and the unkind woman takes the now-dead puppy and hurls it into the river.  Again she runs after it but has to follow the river downstream until she arrives at a ford where she can retrieve her dead puppy.  


At this point she is on the land of a farm family, the Dollés, and she is found by the youngest son of the family, Michel, who is in hot pursuit of a loose cow.  These two quickly become inseparable, and Michel ensures that Paulette is taken in by the Dollés (who are soon to lose their eldest son to a kick from a horse that had been part of the caravan out of Paris but bolted after the shooting, the doctors being unavailable to see him because they were tending to the victims).  Then, for the rest of the film, the war recedes, the only sign of it is the return of the eldest son (played by a very interesting character, quite outside of acting) of the neighboring family, the Gouards (with whom they have a long-running feud), who has deserted from his regiment to return to his sweetheart (the eldest Dollé daughter, much to the displeasure of both patriarchs).  But most of the film is taken up with feuding between the Dollé and Gouard families and the good-natured Michel's attempts to build an animal cemetery to help Paulette come to terms with death.  


This involves a lot of cross-thievery, which is part of what pours petrol on the smoldering embers of the feud, as père Dollé is convinced the Gouards are behind it.  


Only the (sympathetically portrayed) parish priest knows better, thanks to Michel's confession (shortly before a bold attempt to steal the cross from the altar).  This all builds to a head at a cemetery visit to the recent grave of the oldest Dollé son and a slapstick fight between both fathers in an open grave.  


However, the Priest does not keep the sanctity of the confessional and Michel has to go into hiding.  Eventually his father catches up with him just as gendarmes are seen approaching the Dollé farm and the father assumes he's in trouble for the stolen crosses (some of which were taken from an actual people cemetery) and is chasing Michel around kicking him, demanding the return of the crosses, as Paulette watches in tears, but it transpires they are there for another reason.  I defy anyone not to get moist-eyed at the end.  Overall this film is a little miracle - clear-eyed and unsentimental, alternately charming and devastating (the closest comparison I can think of is Kes).  Everyone in it is perfect, but Paulette is quite possibly the most affecting child actor I've ever seen.  (The actress is Brigitte Fossey, and I'm happy to say she's still kicking.  She made a few more films as a child and then left acting to, among other things, study philosophy and work as an interpreter, only to return later and appear as Paul Newman's wife in one film.)