Sunday, November 28, 2021

Conspiracy Theories: "City of Lies" and It's Unloved Status

Unceremoniously dumped into barely recovered pandemic-era theaters earlier this year after almost 28 months on the shelf, Brad Furman's "City of Lies" probably didn't deserve that fate. It's also a film probably not bolstered by the presence of a socially embattled Johnny Depp. However, despite all these pejorative factors, "City of Lies" is a smart and involving police procedural that swims in conspiracy theories and haunted Los Angeles megalopolis intrigue. Oh, and it features a host of good performances, led mostly by a restrained Depp as the embodiment of real life L.A. detective Russell Poole who sacrificed his career and livelihood trying to legitimately solve the infamous 1997 murder of Christopher Wallace, aka Biggie Smalls. 

Now the stuff of urban legend and jailhouse rumors, "City of Lies" is based on the book by Randall Sullivan, which purports that the infighting between rival rap labels resulted in the death of both Smalls and singer Tupac Shakur weeks before. And not only was this a war waged between high profile music industry types, but aided and abetted by the Los Angeles police department itself. All of this is vaguely digestible since the specter of malice and distrust that hung over L.A. law enforcement was so fresh in the minds of the world, from the Rodney King case to the Rampart division corruption that came to light just six months after the Smalls/Tupac murder.

I say it's easily digestible in theory, but what Furman does in "City of Lies" (alongside a script by also actor Christian Contreras) is blend all of this professional treason and moral distrust into 110 minutes of highly entertaining drama.

Invoking a temporal structure that begins with the now retired Poole virtually living in the evidential waste of his investigation 15 years later, his babbling constructs of truth are given some legitimacy when a journalist (Forrest Whitaker) doing an anniversary piece on Biggie Smalls comes calling. Given an ear to rehash his story, "City of Lies" bounces back and forth in time as Poole explains the many routes and byways his investigation took, and the frustration of always hitting a departmental roadblock when his clues led him too close to the actual truth.

As Poole, Depp gives a fine turn. From the moment he walks into a fresh crime scene where an undercover cop (a particularly scuzzy Shea Whigham) has shot and killed another undercover cop (Amin Joseph), the confidence and intelligence is on display. Naturally, the iconic template for any great Los Angeles crime film is the glacial sauntering of Al Pacino in "Heat" (1995), and while Depp doesn't quite reach that plateau here, the sense the film gives his curiosity is striking..... from the way he takes methodical control of the scene to the way he carefully steps and curls his body to take his own Polaroid shot of the murder scene interior without disturbing anything around him. It's the kind of tactical care rarely seen in films today where the process of solving murder is nothing more than visceral browbeating.

From that innocuous event, Poole is drawn into a netherworld of corruption that will see him taking down crooked cops, bank robbers, and eventually destroying himself in the jagged process of law enforcement. Also good is Whitaker as the innocent reporter who thinks he has a grasp on the events of late 1997, but finds himself in way deeper (and more emotionally connected) than expected. His role is the classic avatar for the audience, absorbing the abundance of information as Poole tells it in episodic fashion each time they meet. In fact, if anything's problematic for "City of Lies", it's the amount of story it has to tell. Bleeding into the Rampart corruption and the host of ideas around who actually killed Smalls threatens to sink the film in its second half, and the event that brought Poole into the picture at the beginning (i.e. the cop on cop road rage) only come into clear focus if one has done research on these stories to begin with. For the first time in a while, I hesitantly feel a limited series (yes, I know, be damned Netflix) would be the template to give this story an exhaustive treatment.

Regardless, what "City of Lies" does have to reveal is continually fascinating and peppered with the perfect casting. Hey, look the great Peter Greene! And even if the truths Poole sought will probably never be discovered, the rabbit hole of conspiracy theories, tangential whispers, and has-been ideas is probably more interesting than closure anyhow. As the films ensures to point out in a remarkably tender scene between Depp and Biggie Smalls' real producer/actress mother Voletta, we realize the relationship between the actual Poole (who died in 2015 of a heart attack while visiting the L.A. police department about new leads) and those who are now cultural ghosts extends far beyond recognition and attention. He wants the truth and she understands that. I can't think of a more altruistic path for a good police procedural than that. 

Monday, November 01, 2021

Freaks and Geeks: Nightmare Alley (1947)

Thinking back several days after absorbing Edmund Goulding's bleak psychological thriller "Nightmare Alley", I don't recall a single ray of sunlight penetrating its mass. Even the opening carnival scene- typically a sun drenched affair for families to frolic and glare at the attractions- takes place at night. And this is where we first meet carny Stan (Tyrone Power) and his single minded intention to ascend to the very top of society. First, we think it'll be with the charismatic and clairvoyant Zeena (Joan Blondell). Then his attraction turns to perky Molly (a wonderful Coleen Gray, and pretty much the central person we root for to crawl out with her sanity). But no matter who he chooses, the darkness of night has already penetrated our souls and we seem to understand that no one will get out of the carnival alive.

Based on a novel by William Lindsey Gresham (whose real life seemed like a mirror to the hard drinking and pessimistic outlook of many of the film's characters), "Nightmare Alley" seems to fit in a variety of genres. It's been called horror (as one scene towards the end certainly has "The Innocents" vibes), film noir (where it seems to be slotted most of the time) and postwar thriller since its release in 1947. For my money, its unclassifiable because it handles so many of its twists and turns with mastery. 

After certain events have temporarily but successfully removed Stan from the humdrum of carnival maintenance to his own stage in a respectable town, the real mind screw begins. Favored by wealthy clients in the club who believe "Stanton the Great" actually can read minds, he comes in contact with psychologist Lilith (Helen Walker) and the deception grows deeper.The duo hatch a scheme that's more complex than a carnival scam, but whose consequences have even deeper tragic consequences. Just because there aren't tents and barkers angling for one's money, the deception is just as real. Everyone has an ulterior motive and everyone is playing some sort of game. "Nightmare Alley" juggles all this psychological warfare with precision.

Since sleight of mind is the central deceit in the film, "Nightmare Alley" seems like the perfect vehicle for a modern day re-imagining, which is exactly what we'll get in a couple of months, courtesy of even more Big Time Stars. Hopefully, it will maintain the original film's spirit of ironic sympathy and hardened immoralism that makes it such an amazing feat.

Monday, October 18, 2021

The Current Cinema 21.3


I'm a sucker for dance sequences in movies, where narrative stops and the only thing that exists is the inebriated will of a filmmaker to melt body and sound in a swirl of motion. Julia Ducournau's "Titane" has 2 or 3 of them. But beyond the stop downs of muscular/shirtless firemen dancing to Future Islands or a woman throbbing to the techno beat on the hood of a hot rod, "Titane" is also immensely buried in the pathos of the people doing the dancing. Toggling between a slasher film, then a psychological thriller and ending on something akin to body horror, she never loses touch with any of the touch points as to why something is happening. As Alexia- the hugely troubled and on the run young woman who may be carrying the demon spawn of a car- Agathe Rouselle is tremendous, speaking with her eye and pummeled body as she forms a perverse but tender relationship with Vincent (Vincent Lindon), also reeling from recent trauma. Ducournau holds it all together with a clear vision, and although the film is described as extreme, "Titane" ultimately tackles some of the most simplest emotions of all- inclusion, forgiveness and acceptance- and in its own sublime way makes everything else the extreme.

Cry Macho 

There's not much complexity in the late career films of director Eastwood. Even the ones I love, such as "Mystic River" (2003) and "Million Dollar Baby" (2004), handle their themes with a sledgehammer rather than a fine pen. It's beginning to work against Eastwood, as his latest about an ex-rodeo rider sent into Mexico to retrieve the young son (Eduardo Minett) of his boss (Dwight Yoakem), follows the same beats as his other less-than-stellar efforts about hard edged men seeking forgiveness in a world that seems to have passed them by. Like the worst tangents of "The Mule", Eastwood can't resist the awkward progression of a possible love interest in restaurant owner Natalia Traven. Borne from either tone deaf solipsism or stubborn vanity, "Cry Macho" does the least to preserve the grit-toothed cinematic visage of Eastwood the Great through terrible choices, risible acting and a narrative that lurches along with pretend subtlety.

Bergman Island

What begins as a film about the looming spectres of cinema soon turns heartbreaking and reflective as writer-director Mia Hansen-Love explores the relationship between a filmmaking couple (Vicky Krieps and Tim Roth) and their venture to a Swedish island. In what feels like her most autobiographical film to date in a career of achingly prescient explorations of first loves, family, and childbirth, "Bergman Island" also could be read like a rebuke to everything, charting instead how she overthrew her past and became her own person. It's a film full of small moments (what exactly is so amusing to Krieps in the first half, giggling but never explaining) that shifts between layers of meta-fiction with astounding grace. This fiction is the second half where Krieps' idealized script becomes real and embodied by Mia Wasikowska and Anders Danielsen Lie as their stories fold into reality with delicacy. How much of the film overlays Hansen-Love's own entanglements is debatable, but the fact that "Bergman Island" dangles these threads with a keen sense of character and place is telling. It's a film that feels personal and lived-in and all the more beguiling for the things it doesn't say.





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Saturday, October 02, 2021

The Current Cinema 21.2

The Card Counter 


Playing as mannered as one would expect from a Paul Schrader film about self-imposed loneliness and twisted redemption, "The Card Counter" hooked me from the beginning when it explains how counting cards works, and then spends the rest of the film with a gambler named William Tell (Oscar Issac) who fails to accurately read all the cards being turned up in front of him. When Tell meets a young man (Tye Sheridan in a role equally as elusive) bent on vengeance, he takes him under his wing. Along with an entrepreneur (Tiffany Haddish) who bankrolls Tell's entrance in the World Series of Poker, the trio form a kindred family against the nocturnal backdrop of casinos and gambling halls across the country. Rarely stepping into the real world where people have families, go to work or simply enjoy themselves, Schrader has crafted a hermetic universe just as enthralling as that of New York's Times Square in the 70's or the cloistered, hushed reverences of upstate east coast churches that have dotted his previous masterworks. Everything about this film has a purpose.... even the way Isaac tidies up his room with sheets or the way Haddish holds her various drinks. It all builds to a quietly devastating finale that, in typical Schrader fashion, denies the audience flash and gore of a climactic standoff, choosing instead to hold on fingers as they touch glass. Always the Bresson devotee, "The Card Counter" does right by him.

Blue Bayou

Director Justin Chon's films trade in high sentimentality. "Blue Bayou" is no exception, but his instincts as a filmmaker and the folds of humanity built into the margins of his sometimes stereotypical characters are what makes his films feel earnest but not forced. I loved his previous film, "Ms. Purple" for the way it etched survival and poignancy into the troubles of an immigrant family just trying to survive in the California wasteland. "Blue Bayou" shifts its perspective to the humidity of the Gulf Coast, but survival is still the goal as adopted Korean Antonio (Chon himself) tries to keep his head above water (literally) by outlasting his past and creating a thriving future for his family (played perfectly by Alicia Vikander and newcomer Sydney Kowalski). Pushing headlong into overtly melodramatic territory as deportation and echoes of his criminal past loom, "Blue Bayou" expertly weaves together a secondary narrative thread as Antonio meets a sickly Vietnamese woman (Linh Dam Pham) and forms a relationship that not only feels authentic, but gives its finale an extra amount of oomph. I've long been a fan of Chon's work since being introduced to "Gook" at the 2017 Dallas International Film Festival. "Blue Bayou" may be his most widely distributed work so far, but the heart-on-his-sleeves urgency of his preoccupation with the immigrant experience has never felt quite so electric.

Sunday, August 29, 2021

An Appreciation: Anthony Mann

Dr. Broadway (1942) ** - Mann's debut film is more of an hour long comedy that doesn't quite hit all its marks as a lawyer has a very busy couple of days, saving a woman from jumping off a ledge and then dealing with local crooks. It all feels more like a pilot for zany adventures of said Dr. Broadway than a fully realized effort.

Strangers In the Night (1944) *** - Mostly interesting for the way it blends soap opera dramatics with glimmers of small town noir as a war veteran comes home expecting to meet his beautiful pen pal, then getting wrapped up in a mysterious relationship with the girl's scheming mother. It never quite breaks the way one expects which is refreshing.

The Great Flamarion (1945)  ***1/2 - Erich von Stroheim is characteristically stiff as the titular showbiz whiz caught up in a black-hearted tale of female duplicity and murder. Hiding nothing from the viewer and taking place as a deathbed confession, "The Great Flamarion" is ultimately a terrific little gem hiding under its abysmal title.

Two 'o' Clock Courage (1945) **1/2 - Amnesiac thriller/comedy in which a cabgirl (Ann Rutherford) helps a confused man (Tom Conway) piece together the fuzzy remnants of his evening. Far less concerned with any reality around the mystery and aiming for broad laughs and generic stereotypes, it lands awkwardly due to its bipolar tone.

Sing Your Way Home (1945) ** - The musical numbers aren't stagey and the characters are even less interesting as a New York journalist is assigned to chaperon a musical troupe back across the Atlantic after the end of WW2. It all feels like a Mann-for-hire job.

Strange Impersonation (1946) *** - It hustles through a variety of genres pretty early on- from doppelganger crime thriller to body horror, even managing to work in romance!- and shows the nimbleness Mann controls as each furtive plot twist falls into the next. Entertaining and dare I say an influence on later psychological thrillers like "Eyes Without a Face" and "The Face of Another".

The Bamboo Blonde (1946) ** - Another musical/romance hybrid, this one just as lackluster as "Sing Your Way Home" for the way it tries to place a rainbow temperament over everything from the trials of war to the oscillations of love. A WW2 pilot (Ralph Edwards) meets cute a singer (Frances Langford) and then inadvertently has her image painted on his bomber plane, which becomes a good luck charm and earns them national acclaim. More distressing than the facets of war, however, is the war for the pilot's heart that erupts once back at home between the cabaret singer and his gold-digging fiancee. I'm sure this was meant as a charming balm for the post-war era, but it just comes off hollow.

Desperate (1947) *** - With tinges of noir creeping into his work for the past couple of years, Mann goes full out with "Desperate", including expressionistic and menacing close ups and the omniscient swinging overhead lamp scene for good measure. Visuals aside, the narrative isn't as compelling when innocent truck driver Steve Brodie becomes embroiled in a robbery and manhunt that causes him and his newlywed (Audrey Long) to make some dubious choices along the way. Raymond Burr is excellent is as the pursuing gangster, but overall, the film is much more interesting for its immersion in the young noir aesthetic.

Railroaded (1947) ** - Mann's predilection for an innocent rube to get drawn into criminal clutches appears here again as a young man (Steve Ryan) gets framed for a robbery and cop murder. Unlike his previous efforts, "Railroaded" isn't successful because of the completely unbelievable segues it follows as the man's sister (Sheila Ryan) inserts herself into the investigation.

T-Men (1947) ***1/2 - After a series of fairly lightweight crime thrillers (from "Strange Impersonation" to the previous year's "Railroaded"), "T-Men" is something altogether more proficient. It also signals a shift in his career to the more grimy noirs that would instill him as a master of the genre. This film is lean- oozing shadows and hard nosed characters who may or may not make it out intact- and its procedural roots feel revolutionary as two men (Dennis O'Keefe and Alfred Ryder) stalk a counterfeiting ring from Detroit to Los Angeles.

Raw Deal (1948) **1/2 - Tough but ultimately forgettable crime drama in which escaped prisoner Dennis O'Kefee gets to act like a jerk to not one but two women who've been roped into his on-the-lam scamper against the law.

He Walked By Night (1948) ***1/2 - Solid procedural about the hunt for a criminal who kills a cop, shifting easily between the sweaty psychology of the killer and the level headed thinking of the cops on his trail.

Border Incident (1949) **** - Made right before his run of noirs would be over and he'd embark on a series of westerns throughout the 50's, Mann's "Border Incident" feels especially dark, full of heroic compromise and real-world nihilism that cancel each other out. It's also quite the prescient film. If not for a somewhat tacked-on voice over that closes the film with a hint of optimism, "Border Incident" could be released today and we'd all nod and agree that the problem is as divisive and violent as ever.

Reign of Terror (1949) **** - Though taking place within the Robespierrian subterfuge of late 18th century France, Anthony Mann's "Reigh of Terror" walks, talks and looks like a 40's American noir. With barely a frame of sunlight to brighten the elusive motivations of its various double and triple agents- all searching for a little black book of names that could derail or save France's future- the film is heavy in both mood and tempo. It's also a white-knuckle ride of close calls and searching deception. One of Mann's best films. 

Side Street (1950) *** - Evocative use of night and shadow, which of course epitomizes most of the great film noirs, but Mann really spins it here as the darkness seems to be encroaching on the hapless man (Farley Granger) who makes a very bad decision.

The Furies (1950) *** - Beginning to transition from noir to nifty westerns, "The Furies" is an interesting bridge between both styles of film, keeping some of the arched melodrama of film noir against the expanse of the open range. Highly watchable.

Winchester '73 (1950) ***1/2 - The west as seen through the passing of a death maker (a Winchester rifle) and all the greed, blood and jealousy it holds. Interesting for how it stars Jimmy Stewart and then basically forgets about him for half of the film, instead focusing on the parameters of violence that ensue once he loses his prized possession. It's easy to see why this is a landmark 50's film, let alone a landmark western.

Devil's Doorway (1950) *** - What's most dispiriting about "Devil's Doorway" is the modern cancel culture shade of lens that has to be cast upon the film for using a pretty standard buff white male (Robert Taylor) as the lead in the film's otherwise sharp portrayal of society's  greedy/burning desire to eliminate Native Americans (and specifically the land of Taylor's Indian homestead) from the Wyoming landscape. The film looks terrific.... features some especially thorny characterizations, but ultimately suffers every time it chooses to elevate Taylor as the brooding, sacrificial "red man".

The Tall Target (1951) ***1/2 - Applying the same veneer of shadowy film noir to an historical drama like he did with "Reign of Terror", this film pits an officer of the law tracking down a supposed assassin of Abraham Lincoln the night before a big speech. Taking place solely aboard a train and the steam-filled shadows of various midnight stops along the way, "The Tall Target" is expressive for how Mann maneuvers in tight quarters and pinches the tension to excessive heights. 

Quo Vadis (1951) *1/2 - It's debatable how much of this Mann directed (credited fully to Mervin LeRoy), but regardless, it's a stodgy and infinitely boring recollection of the troubles in Rome just after the persecution of Jesus and Emperor Nero's bamboozled reign. Overacting is just one of the many problems, including a stolid Robert Taylor performance that see him as a protagonist we don't care about in a setting that feels like a cardboard stage. Pretty atrocious all around.

Bend of the River (1952) *** - Interesting for the way its more of an ensemble film about western expansion and how greed and politics rapidly divided the virgin territory. As a cowboy escorting a group of land squatters in the deep Northwest, Stewart is able again and "Bend of the River" continually surprises for the relationships built (and destroyed) by avarice and greed.

The Naked Spur (1953) **1/2 - Another in a line of westerns Mann made with Jimmy Stewart, "The Naked Spur" feels like the weakest of them yet (admittedly seen out of order with "The Man From Laramie" before this one). Yes, Stewart is tortured and relentless in his search to return outlaw Robert Ryan while romancing Vivian Leigh along the way, but all the beats of repressed guilt and laconic racism have been better expounded upon in far better films... and far better ones by Mann himself.

Thunder Bay (1953)- ***1/2 - More so than the Jimmy westerns, I much prefer this (never mentioned) oil-infested tale of Stewart as a wildcatter coming to the bayou of Louisianan and stirring up volatile tempers and long shot romance as he builds an off shore oil rig. The close-up of his face with electric eyes and a huge crooked smile as oil cascades over his entire body, was surely an inspiration for the single-minded fury of Daniel Day Lewis in "There Will Be Blood".

The Glenn Miller Story (1954) ** - Quite the rosy portrait of big band pioneer Glenn Miller. No warts at all, it's almost sunshine to the point of nausea.


The Far Country (1954)  ***1/2 - A sense of jazz infects most of Mann's westerns with this one and after. It follows a certain plot (this time sees Jimmy Stewart trying to homestead in Alaska with the gold rush) but sort of drifts along as a tale of anti-hero protection as more corrupt forces impinge along the virgin landscape and threatens its honest citizens. Of course, Stewart finds himself doing the protecting. Characters drift in and out.... situations arise and fall back.... it's all handled very delicately and deliberately with a fine sense of landscape and hushed heroism.

Strategic Air Command (1955) ** - Re-teaming fictional husband and wife duo Jimmy Stewart and June Allyson from "The Glenn Miller Story", "Strategic Air Command" is all about the shuffling and dangerous duty of a 50 year old baseball player (?!) called back into active duty. Stewart seems especially in full Stewart shrift here and the film never raises above low-level pulse.

The Man From Laramie (1955) ***1/2 -  Continuing on his amazing run of morally shaded westerns, "The Man From Laramie" is unique for how Mann (and actor Jimmy Stewart) manipulates the simple story of a drifter arriving in a new location into a complex examination of said man's influence on the society's black hole of greed, violence and contemptible familial lineage. 


The Last Frontier (1955) ** - Victor Mature is poorly cast as a fur trader wrangled into the US Army as a scout during a territorial dispute with warring Indian tribes. It's said to be Mann's interpretation of "Fort Apache", but it's a film that sputters and stops every time Mature's maniacal interpretation sidles onto the screen. 


Serenade (1956) ** - Following the life of a field worker who ascends to great heights as a vocalist (Mario Lanza), "Serenade" was probably a great film for all those mob guys to take their girlfriends to see on Saturday nights. For everyone else, not so much as flat acting and sleepwalking direction pretty much sinks everything else here.

Men In War (1957) *** - Tough vision of war that feels like a step brother to the films of Sam Fuller.

The Tin Star (1957) ***1/2 - Henry Fonda just adds gravitas to everything he touches. And so he does here in "The Tin Star" as a bounty hunter who saunters into town and ends up helping it and its green sheriff (Anthony Perkins) discover a moral compass. It's filmed efficiently and its themes of incorruptible manhood rank alongside the best of Mann's other films starring Jimmy Stewart.

God's Little Acre (1958) **1/2 - A prickly Southern soup of high emotions and sweaty horniness as a family comes apart at the seams while digging on the family farm for treasure. Robert Ryan is gruff as the patriarch trying to hold things together, and of course, it all goes bad.


Man From the West (1958) ***1/2- Revisiting the strong/silent type savior complex that's buried within most of Mann's westerns, "Man From the West: sees Gary Cooper embody the role as an ex-outlaw forced to protect a schoolteacher from his old gang. Lots of shifting tensions and cinematography that propel this film as one of the late highlights of Mann's fading interest in the genre.

Cimarron (1960) **1/2- Epic idea about the Oklahoma land settling rush starring a miscast Glenn Ford playing the all good hero fighting both Old West bullies and the array of problems that comes with starting a new life in an old land. Oddly, the film's supporting characters seem to draw more attention than its main ones.

El Cid (1961) ** - Bloated and tedious, "El Cid" suffers from old Hollywood and its penchant for telling ancient stories with old white men playing the leads. This time its Charlton Heston as the titular Cid, becoming a whitewashed hero of both Chrisrians and Moors. I'm over this type of thing.


The Fall of the Roman Empire (1964) **1/2 - Mann continues his foray into big budget Hollywood spectacle with this telling of ancient history mirrored through the glances of glamorous superstars and impeccable set design. I liked it a bit more than the others, but its still an example of heartless storytelling mired in early 60's spectacle.

The Heroes of Telemark (1965) ***1/2  -Sturdy men-on-a-mission war film starring Kirk Douglas and Richard Harris that takes place in a part of the world rarely shown during WWII- the snow-covered landscape of Norway and military subterfuge as the duo try to take out a key outpost for the Germans. Featuring some thrilling set pieces and a narrative that starts and stops with energetic action and framing, "The Heroes of Telemark" should be mentioned more often when talking about war 'actioners'.

A Dandy In Aspic (1966) *** - Mann's final film as he died during production. It's a shame because this spy film is a cold hearted blend of groovy techniques and stone cold emotions as Laurence Harvey plays both sides of the law trying to hunt down (or protect?) a double agent during the Cold War. With Mann adapting to some of the swinging 60's aesthetics, it would have been neat to see how he marched into the early 70's and the burgeoning New Wave of American cinema that found the old Hollywood stalwarts fumbling (Otto Preminger) or thriving (Nicholas Ray).

Unable to view: Moonlight In Havana, Nobody's Darling, My Best Gal

Sunday, August 22, 2021

When the Bad Men Came to Town: Alain Cavalier's "Pillaged"

The French sure had a way of regurgitating film. Taking the stellar heist films of the 50's such as John Huston's "The Asphalt Jungle" and Jules Dassin's "Riffifi" and metastasizing them into a lurid sub-genre all their own, there lies so many hidden gems (and outright classics of their own) in the decades to come. From Jean Pierre Melville's ice-cold treatises on betrayal and meticulous technique to the bruised energies of the many Alain Delon titles, there's always a surprise to be had.

Alain Cavalier's "Pillaged" (1967) is one of them. If there weren't twenty more years of such films coming down the pipeline, I'd wager that "Pillaged" was a capsized attempt to wave down all the other entries. The very plot- about a group of men taking hostage an entire town over the course of one long night in order to rob all its cash dispensaries- seems like the stuff of graphic novels. It plays bold, fast, and tense and it deserves a wider audience (are you listening Shout Factory! or Code Red???)

Released in 1967, the film stars a who's who of French character actors (Michel Constantin, Daniel Ivernel, Phillipe Moreau and Irene Tunc) as a motley group of safe crackers, stick-up men and underworld roustabouts tossed together for the sole purpose of surveying a gorge-village town and robbing the bank, the local steel mill cash holdings and anything else that crosses their paths. Each man has a distinct job and within 20 minutes, "Pillaged" is knee deep in the overnight heist, carefully establishing its plan and then observing as most things go like clockwork. Of course, being a French film noir, something unexpected crops up and the job goes incrementally wrong before the sun rises.

Filmed by workmanlike director Alain Cavalier (and only his third film after the aforementioned Delon vehicle "The Unvanquished" and his startling debut "Le Combat dans I'il") "Pillaged" doesn't ascribe many sympathies to its robbers.... and with the exception of a Stockholm-syndrome induced female abductee, very few other personalities are brought to the forefront. This is a film that excels in examining the steps of a crime. It's hugely believable (at least in the mid 60's when all it took to kill any communication was a snip of the wire) and executed with keen skill and style.

Sunday, August 08, 2021

On "Lonely Are the Brave"

In David Miller's "Lonely Are the Brave", the wild west isn't in conflict with the modern world. It's already past... a distant, dusty memory as technological advances and "civilization" has already encroached on its manifest destiny boundaries. Cowboy Jack Burns (Kirk Douglas) is the one who refuses to relent. He's still playing a cowboy while- in the opening few minutes and a furtive harbinger for the finale- his horse tentatively makes it across a busy highway to arrive at his destination where he can kick off his chaps and settle into the role of maverick savior for his old friend Jerry (a wonderfully complex Gena Rowlands). And while he agrees to help spring her husband (and his mutual friend) from a local jail cell, "Lonely Are the Brave" never forgets it's dichotomy of something stuck in the past century. One side uses a horse, while the other uses helicopters and off road vehicles. The dye is set early on, but Douglas and filmmaker Miller do a fabulous job of drawing out the tension in mutating a simple idea into a lethargic lament.

As Jack, Douglas is all gristle and clenched jaw. He accepts the challenge of helping his friend with the gusto of an outlaw, first picking a (hilariously staged) fight with a one-armed drunkard in a saloon, then acting like the pied-piper savior for a cell full of locked up guys. Even that scenario goes sideways, further deflating the mythic qualities of the wild west anti-hero riding in and saving the day. From there, the second half of the film is a glorious cat and mouse chase in the mountains as the sheriff (Walter Matthau) tries to locate the escaped convict. As Dalton Trumbo's precise script belies, neither man seems to be taking the game very seriously, even as gunfire is exchanged and freedom (or failure) is just mere inches away.

Released in 1962, "Lonely Are the Brave" can, I suppose, be called a western. Like John Huston's equally brilliant "The Misfits" just a year earlier, both films represent a moment in time when the landscape was truly shifting beneath the feet of so many cultures. Some embraced the change with open arms while others remained fixated in the roots of their past, no matter how abruptly the winds were blowing. Both Matthau as the law and Douglas as the "outlaw" completely believe their outlook is correct. Even in the film's final, mournful moments, both men nod supremely that they're right. Honestly, it's hard to deny their worldview. "Lonely Are the Brave" posits that both can exist at the same time.