A collection of informal movie reviews for the purpose of documenting my thoughts on the films that I watch.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Panic in the Streets: Elia Kazan
In his seminal essay Notes on Film Noir, Paul Schrader classified Elia Kazan's Panic in the Streets as a Phase Three film noir; a film which focuses on self-destructive characters pushed to the limits by society. But after watching the film, I have to disagree. Panic in the Streets is obviously a Phase Two film noir; a film that strives for utmost realism and usually focuses on police procedurals and other forms of investigations. Not only is Panic in the Streets a Phase Two film noir, it's one of the best. During what should have been a routine autopsy of a murdered illegal immigrant, traces of pneumonic plague, a form of bubonic plague (more commonly known as the Black Death), are found in his blood. Realizing that he could be an index case for a full-blown plague, U.S. Public Health Service officer Clinton Reed and police captain Tom Warren must dive into the criminal underworld of New Orleans to discover where he came from and if he had infected anybody else. Panic in the Streets is an early triumph by Kazan. His trademark realism brings the alleys, dives, and seedy docks of New Orleans to life. But my favorite part of the film is Kazan's use of long takes that frame his characters against the harsh, uninviting world of the New Orleans criminal underground. The scene where the "index patient" is murdered is one of the most brilliant tracking shots I have ever seen, following the sick victim over busy train tracks, abandoned buildings, and desolate roads. This shot belongs in the tracking shot Hall of Fame right next to the Copacabana nightclub scene in Goodfellas (1990) and the opening of Touch of Evil (1958). A dark, thrilling wonder of a film, Panic in the Streets is an under-appreciated treasure.
8/10
The Ballad of Little Jo: Maggie Greenwald
In the American Western, there seem to be only three kinds of women: schoolmarms, hookers, and cowgirls. The schoolmarm, representing the encroachment of civilization in the savage West, is atypical of her harsh surroundings; a stranger in a strange land bringing culture and knowledge to the brutal and ignorant. The hooker, on the other hand, is an extension of the frontier itself. While they may get gussied up in French perfume and fancy finery, they are nevertheless an embodiment of lawlessness and exploitation; of disease and carnal commerce. And then there is the cowgirl. Donning the etiquette, manners, and iconography of her masculine counterparts, she is frequently framed as the object of desire and fetishization for a stalwart male hero; an untamed filly that must be broken in for a role of domesticity (or at the very least lassoed into a traditional heterosexual relationship).
These three women all have established spaces with the fictionalized world of the Old West that sustain and provide for them: the schoolhouse for the schoolmarm, the saloon for the hooker, and the ranch for the cowgirl. Though very different, they all play crucial societal roles.
But the mythology of the Old West is just that: a mythology. Not every woman who braved the Western frontier had a place carved out for them by society. Many had to improvise their own role. Those that did were faced with more than just the hostility of the unknown, uncontrollable wilderness. These women had to contend with an insidious, institutionalized misogyny that was ready and more than willing to prey on those who didn’t stay “in their place.”
Josephine Monaghan was one such woman. The true story of her life seems more of fiction than fact: after being disowned by her parents for having a child out of wedlock, she moved to Idaho and became a successful rancher for 30 years, all the while masquerading so successfully as a man that her true identity was only discovered upon her death. How did she manage such an illusion for so long? How did nobody find out? And why did she feel like she needed to dress as a man?
Maggie Greenwald’s The Ballad of Little Jo attempts to address these mysteries by charting Jo’s years of exile. The film begins with young Josephine traveling alone on a road on her way West. Immediately she is beset upon by men who view her as sexual prey. After escaping from a group of soldiers who try to rape her (after an older man that she thought was her friend attempted to sell her), she cuts her hair, scars her face, trades her skirts for pants, and becomes ‘Jo.’ Notice the scene where Josephine buys a set of men’s clothes. The shop-keeper, an old lady, scowls, “It’s against the law to dress improper to your sex.” This, of course, happens right after a muddy, terrified, and disheveled young woman bursts into her store asking if she’s seen two soldiers. She doesn’t say it out loud, but the look in the shop-keeper’s eyes reveal that she has put two and two together: this poor young woman was sexually assaulted. And yet, when she tries to buy men’s clothes to prevent future attacks, the shop-keeper chastises her. Herein we discover one of the most unsettling yet vital truths about the Old West: to act outside of one’s societal role is inexcusable. If Josephine must be raped, then so be it. Better for her to get sexually assaulted as a woman than for her to pretend to be a man.
Eventually Jo arrives at Ruby City, a crude mining camp populated by filthy workers searching for gems and gold. There are few, if any women. If there are wives, sisters, and daughters, then we do not see them. Periodically a traveling band of prostitutes come by and all of the men dutifully take their turn. Little Jo, having already been accepted as a man, is viciously mocked for refusing one of the prostitute’s advances. “Little Jo, I think you should reconsider. A man can get diseases he don’t do it regular,” one of them wisely explains. It’s not enough that Little Jo looks, acts, and talks like a man. Jo must go through the motions expected of a man to be accepted as one.
But still Jo refuses. Suddenly Jo is looked upon by the other men with a confused curiosity and a growing resentment. So after learning the basics of frontier life from Percy, an exiled Englishman who nurses a grudge against the female sex, Jo spends five years as a shepherd tending the flock of a man named Frank Badger. Periodically spending months without human contact, Badger worries that Jo might go crazy. But Jo assures Badger that the loneliness “suits me.”
After saving enough money, Jo purchases a homestead way out yonder where her only neighbor is Badger. But one day while visiting Ruby City, Jo encounters Badger and a group of men lynching a ‘Chinaman’ for trying to “take our jobs.” After saving him, Badger and the others force Jo to employ him as a housekeeper so he won’t simply wander to another town and take a job away from another honest white man. Jo refuses, but eventually relents, adopting the ‘Chinaman,’ whose name is revealed to be Tinman Wong. At first, Tinman seems to be mentally slow and stupid. But after just three days, he reveals that he knows Jo’s secret. But Tinman explains that he has a secret, too: he is only pretending to be stupid. After 15 years of inhuman treatment while working on the railroad, Tinman, whose real name is ‘Tien Ma,’ learned that the best way to survive was to keep his head down and play the part of the stupid ‘Chinaman.’
The two strike up a passionate love affair, living a kind of role-reversed life where Jo is the masculine bread-winner and Tinman the feminine home-maker and cook. Both living in a society that affords them no place, Jo and Tinman find sanctuary in both their little homestead and in each other. It is here that Greenwald’s genius as a director and a social commentator truly emerges. Take one scene where Jo longingly stares at Tinman while he bathes. The visual grammar of the scene is directly reminiscent of the traditional male gaze. Later, during a scene where Jo and Tinman cuddle together in bed after making love, they share a fascinating conversation that seems to summarize both the film and Greenwald’s artistic intent:
Tinman: [Regarding a picture of Jo before she got pregnant] Who is this society girl?
Jo: It’s me. Can you imagine?
Tinman: I like you much better as you are.
Jo: Why?
Tinman: This white girl would never do this with me.
Looking back over what I’ve written so far, I’ve noticed that I’ve skipped over much of the film’s plot: Jo’s tragic friendship with Percy, Jo’s relationship with a family of homesteaders, an Eastern corporation’s attempts to buy out all of the local land via terrorism and groups of men in white masks, and even Jo’s inevitable death and discovery. But the plot is secondary in importance to the character of Little Jo. The film is not necessarily concerned with what happened to Josephine Monaghan when she moved out West, but instead with why and how they happened. How did a refined, educated high society woman survive for 30 years on the Idaho frontier? Why did Josephine become Jo? How did she manage to deceive everyone for decades? Why were the men so easily duped?
I like Roger Ebert’s theory that the men of Ruby City were fooled into thinking Little Jo was a man because on some sub-conscious level they chose to believe it. As he wrote: “So ingrained was the notion that only men could do "men's work," Greenwald says, that if a woman could ride and rope and run a ranch, she was accepted as a man even in the face of other evidence.” How ironic. Could it be that the very societal forces that damned Josephine in the first place were in part responsible for the success of her transformation into Jo? Perhaps. Perhaps not. All that’s clear is that the Old West was no place for a woman who wasn’t a schoolmarm, a hooker, or a cowgirl. Make of that what you will.
8/10
The Captive City: Robert Wise
Let me be blunt: Robert Wise's The Captive City feels like a watered down version of Phil Karlson's The Phenix City Story (1955). Both films are about medium-sized, post-World War Two American towns that fall into the clutches of organized crime. When intrepid individuals try to expose the corruption, they quickly discover that the criminal operation goes deeper than they could have possibly imagined. In both films the city's police are under the gangster's payroll. And in both films, innocent people are brutally murdered in an attempt to prevent justice from being done. These plots actually remind me a great deal of Westerns: an idealistic hero stands up against evil criminals who keep God-fearing townsfolk in a state of terror. But The Phenix City Story is simply the better film. The Captive City chugs along without the same energy, falling into a narrative pattern that is repeated ad nauseam: newspaper editor Jim Austin provokes the forces of mob boss Murray Sirak, Sirak's men threaten him to stop snooping, Jim ignores them, Jim provokes them, etc, etc, etc. I will give credit where credit is due: cinematographer Lee Garmes manages to turn the seemingly innocent town into a web of deceit and lies, even in the bright daytime. That takes talent. I just wish this film had a bit more pep and intensity to it.
6/10
War of the Satellites: Roger Corman
In October 1957, the Soviet Union launched the first man-made, artificial satellite into orbit. This satellite, Sputnik 1, sparked a panic in Cold War America over Soviet technological superiority. While Americans watched the sky with wonder and horror, Roger Corman saw something else: another popular trend that could make him a quick buck. And lo and behold, 8 months later Corman released War of the Satellites, a film where a mysterious alien race repeatedly thwarts mankind's attempts at interstellar travel. When a brave group of scientists and astronauts dare to confront and rebel against the alien race's warnings, their leader is murdered and replaced with an alien imposter tasked with stopping them...by any means necessary. This film is part The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951) and part Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956), only with a fraction of the budget. Much like any other Corman film, half the fun in watching War of the Satellites is spotting all of the tricks and short-cuts he used to trick the audience into thinking they were watching a much better film. My two favorites: the early United Nations scenes featuring a whopping 10 (give or take about 10) delegates representing the entire world and a chase scene near the end that I could swear was filmed by making the actors run down the same hallway 3-5 times. War of the Satellites is not technically a good film, but it is a fascinating glimpse into the paranoid fantasies of late 50s America.
5/10
The Body Snatcher: Robert Wise
While a rather minor work, Robert Wise's The Body Snatcher is widely remembered for being the last time that horror legends Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi would share the screen together. Karloff is in top form as John Gray, a sinister cabman who steals freshly buried bodies from cemeteries to sell to unscrupulous surgeons for dissection and study. As can be expected from these kinds of movies, eventually Gray resorts to murder in order to fill his, ahem, quota. The scenes where he threatens to blackmail the surgeons are tense and gripping, thoroughly displaying Karloff's talents for playing wicked yet sickeningly suave and intelligent characters. Unfortunately, Wise makes the mistake of framing the film from the point of view of the surgeons, relegating Karloff as a mere supporting character. As such, the film meanders and loses momentum after the supposed main plot (an operation on a paralyzed little girl) is suddenly resolved approximately halfway through the overall running time. It is only afterwards that the grave-robbing becomes the film's central plot element. But still, the film is dark, spooky, and satisfactorily atmospheric. A word, though, on Lugosi's role: he plays a dim-witted man who idiotically tries to extort Gray after discovering how he manages to obtain fresh 'specimens.' Gray then easily deceives and murders him. I'm not sure if Lugosi had already developed his crippling drug addiction when The Body Snatcher was filmed. But his performance seems...addled. The scene of Karloff killing his colleague and rival of so many years is, in hindsight, disturbing and tragically prophetic.
6/10
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Cat People II: The Curse of the Cat People: Robert Wise, Gunther von Fritsch
Cat People (1942) by Jacques Tourneur was a low, low budget horror film that, despite its title, subverted expectations by not actually featuring any people dressed in cat costumes. In fact, Cat People was one of the first films that truly took advantage of the fact that what we don't see is much more terrifying than what we do see. It was a ground-breaking horror film that made a killing at the box office. So, of course, a sequel was inevitable. Just two years later, The Curse of the Cat People was released. Much like the first film, it also subverted expectations. Instead of being a traditional horror film, it played with the idea of horror itself by diving into the mind of one very sad, very lonely, and very imaginative little girl. The Curse of the Cat People doesn't even have any true "scare" moments like the bus that seemingly materialized out of nowhere in Cat People! Here's the plot: after the strange events of the first film, Oliver Reed has married his former co-worker Alice Moore and fathered a six-year-old daughter named Amy. Amy is extremely shy and introverted. After being shunned by her classmates, Amy is approached by an imaginary friend that resembles Irena, Oliver's first wife who died in Cat People. They quickly become best friends. However, when Oliver discovers the supposed identity of her new friend and punishes her, the fragile world that she has constructed comes crumbling down...with potentially deadly results. The Curse of the Cat People is a psychological smorgasbord, challenging the audience with questions over what is and what isn't real. There are moments in this film that make the heart weep with beauty: when Amy discovers Irena in the yard singing counterpoint to a group of Christmas carolers, Irena's Christmas gift, Amy's snow-covered body during her climactic flight from reality, when Amy is told the story of the Headless Horseman by the old actress living in the "haunted" house down the street, etc, etc...The Curse of the Cat People is a strange, magnificent, eery, and mesmerizing film that manages to surpass the original in almost every manner imaginable.
9/10
Robot Monster: Phil Tucker
Aw, I can't attack this movie. Despite the fact that it is hilariously incompetent and terrible, I just can't get myself to hate it. It's too adorable! Radios that spit clouds of bubbles, random stock footage of reptiles fighting, a monster costume consisting of a skull, an ape suit, and a helmet...these things are all too endearing! Yes, from every conceivable measure of quality Phil Tucker's Robot Monster, a film where a race of aliens kill off all but eight humans with a "Calcinator Death Ray" and are forced to kill the survivors bare-handed, is absolutely dreadful. The human survivors act like idiots, the alien tasked with killing the remaining humans is woefully incompetent, and the special effects are, well, "special." But the film is so earnest in what it's trying to accomplish. It honestly tries to make in-depth, sweeping statements on freewill and the nature of humanity. If fails, of course. But you get the sense that the filmmakers were actually trying. This film is awful, but that makes it no less delightful to watch.
3/10 (Actual quality score)
8/10 (So-bad-it's-good score)
Big Jake: George Sherman
George Sherman's Big Jake is about as pure a John Wayne vehicle as has ever existed. When a vicious gang of outlaws kidnap a young boy known as Little Jake, his estranged grandfather, Big Jake McCandles, sets out to rescue him and bring the villains to justice...frontier justice. Big Jake is competent enough as a Western, mixing a great performance by Wayne, gritty action, and a satisfactory story concerning family and redemption. But the film didn't leave a very big impression on me otherwise. I am writing this review sixteen days after watching the film (don't judge me, I've had graduate school finals) and I am having a difficult time recalling anything other than the general plot outline. I have seen other Wayne vehicles that have left incredible impressions on me after only one viewing. It's been months since I first watched John Farrow's Hondo (1953), but I remember that film quite vividly, particularly the scene where Wayne broke an untamed horse. I remember the sheer brutality of the violence in Howard Hawk's El Dorado (1966), the high-spirited humor and massive fist-fight in Andrew V. McLaglen's McLintock! (1963), and even Wayne's brief yet extraordinarily powerful cameo as the war-weary Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman in How the West Was Won (1962). Yet, for the life of me, I cannot remember much of Big Jake. But that's probably my fault. I'll give this film another look one day. But for now, I'll just give it a passing grade and call it a day.
6/10
Sunday, March 24, 2013
The Mark of Zorro: Fred Niblo, Theodore Reed
It's said that Fred Niblo's The Mark of Zorro was the film that Bruce Wayne's parents took him to see the night they were murdered. After watching it, I can understand why. The Mark of Zorro is a swash-buckling adventure of the highest order. For a silent film made in 1920, it holds up remarkably well with kinetic action and editing, a gripping plot, and a fantastic performance by Douglas Fairbanks as the foppish playboy-by-day, masked-avenger-by-night Zorro. There is so much joy emanating from Fairbanks that it is easy to see why he was one of Hollywood's first superstars. Based on the original 1919 story "The Curse of Capistrano" which first introduced the character, The Mark of Zorro follows Don Diego Vega, the son of a rich ranchero in 19th century Spanish California, as he fights against the forces of tyranny and oppression as Señor Zorro. I'm not sure if the film actually explains why this wealthy aristocrat suddenly becomes a champion of the people, but it hardly seems to matter. This film is pure enthusiasm and action. There's a great scene at the beginning where a bar full of bad guys gets repeatedly faked out by the sudden entrance of people who they think might be Zorro. It builds up so much tension that when Zorro finally does appears, it is an explosion of relief that cements itself as one of the great cinematic character entrances. And it's all uphill from there!
8/10
The Hellcats: Robert F. Slatzer
Robert F. Slatzer's The Hellcats has all the energy and excitement of a Coleman Francis film on Quaalude. And is it any wonder considering the fact that it was produced by Anthony Cardoza, the man who also produced all of Francis' films? Regardless, The Hellcats is one of the most boring outlaw biker films that I have ever sat through. The film supposedly follows the wife of a murdered cop and his brother going undercover to infiltrate the drug-dealing biker gang, the eponymous Hellcats, responsible for his death. At least, that's what I think this film is about. The film is so unfocused (both figuratively and literally in some of the later scenes) that it meanders in and out of lucidity and coherence. At least half of this film has to be comprised of stock footage of bikers riding on the highway and partying. Like so many of Cardoza's films, The Hellcats is an endurance test. It drains you physically to the point of delirium.
3/10
The Long Gray Line: John Ford
There's a certain term that gets thrown around a lot whenever directors like Yasujirō Ozu are discussed: mono no aware. It's a Japanese phrase that literally translates to "the pathos of things" but is used to refer to a sense of the "impermanence of things." In other words, it refers to the idea that all things are transient; that nothing is permanent; that all things must come to an end. Mono no aware can be difficult to properly depict, if it can in fact be depicted at all. And yet, one of the finest examples of mono no aware that I have ever seen is John Ford's The Long Gray Line. The film tells the true story of Marty Maher, an Irish immigrant who worked his way up from a waiter to non-commissioned officer at West Point during the first half of the Twentieth century. It charts nothing less than his adult life, depicting his early struggles against racial prejudice, his marriage to Mary O'Donnell, the loss of his first (and only) child, and his rise to becoming one of West Point's most beloved figures. The entire film has a thick sheen of melancholy and gentle resignation that only an older director could properly portray. Make no mistake, The Long Gray Line is John Ford at the peak of his creative powers as a director and filmmaker. Subtle, understated, heart-breaking, and filled with Ford's trademark light, wistful humor, The Long Gray Line evokes a sadness and joy that most filmmakers only dream of.
8/10
55 Days at Peking: Nicholas Ray, Andrew Marton, Guy Green
During the 60s, many members of cinema's directorial old guard tried their hand at massive historical epics. Anthony Mann directed three of the best examples of the genre with Cimarron (1960), El Cid (1961) and The Fall of the Roman Empire (1964). David Lean revolutionized the epic film with the masterpiece Lawrence of Arabia (1962). And finally, we have Hollywood iconoclast Nicholas Ray who directed 55 Days at Peking, a historical reconstruction of the Siege of the International Legations during the Chinese Boxer Rebellion. Unfortunately, Ray collapsed halfway through and the film had to be completed by other directors. But enough of his influence shines through the finished result that it can safely be classified as a Nicholas Ray film. Key to his films was the idea of a stranger in a strange land; outsiders who try and penetrate established cultures and societies. In 55 Days at Peking, there are two groups of outsiders. First, there are the armed forces representing the International Legations fighting against the Chinese rebels. Second, within those armed forces is a detachment of American marines led by Maj. Matt Lewis (Charlton Heston) who look upon the colonization of China by foreign powers with thinly veiled disgust and cynicism. The historical legitimacy of these dynamics might be suspect, but they were mere plot fodder that helped Ray tell the kind of story that he wanted. 55 Days at Peking is epic film-making on a satisfyingly gigantic scale. The battle scenes are brutal and magnificent. The Chinese characters, while unfortunately heavily coded with traditional Hollywood stereotypes, are actually sympathetic in their plight to rid themselves of outsiders who want to suck the life-blood of their culture. 55 Days at Peking has all the markings of a classic: high drama, high stakes, high excitement, and high emotions.
9/10
Big Bad Mama II: Jim Wynorski
Jim Wynorski's Big Bad Mama II is a sequel to the first movie by Steve Carver in the same way that Evil Dead II (1987) is a sequel to The Evil Dead (1981): it isn't so much a sequel as a glorified remake. Angie Dickinson is back as Wilma McClatchie, a 1930s outlaw on the run with her two nubile daughters. This time around, the plot is a little more developed than it was in the first movie. Instead of just going on a crime spree, the McClatchie's focus their criminal activities on the wicked land baron running for governor who was responsible for the death of Wilma's husband. Like in the first movie, they eventually meet up with two traveling companions. But instead of them being two small-time crooks (like in the first movie), they are, respectively, a newspaper reporter who transforms them into folk heroes in the media and the governor's son that they originally kidnapped for ransom but later chose to join them in their crime spree. I've read many reviews that claimed that Big Bad Mama II is worse than the first film. But I disagree. The film's characters are much more three-dimensional than they were in the first film. The daughters have actual personalities whereas in the first film they only really existed to get naked for the audience and to provide cheap narrative drama by getting pregnant. I will admit that the film does suffer from a distinct lack of William Shatner's suave gambler from the first movie. But otherwise, Big Bad Mama II is simply a better film. And, no, I don't care if the director would later go on to direct Syfy original movies. Even broken clocks are right twice a day.
7/10
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Big Bad Mama: Steve Carver
Four years after making Bloody Mama (1970), one of his last great directorial efforts, Roger Corman produced Steve Carver's Big Bad Mama (1974), another film about a family of outlaws led by a murderous matriarch set against the backdrop of the Great Depression. But whereas Bloody Mama was about a mother and her sons, Big Bad Mama is about a mother and her two teenage, nubile daughters. After her lover dies, Wilma McClatchie takes her children on a whirlwind tour of 1932 Texas, stealing, robbing, and extorting their way to riches. Along the way they meet up with a fiendish bank robber named Fred (who ends up impregnating one of the girls), and a refined gambler played by William Shatner. Together, they decide to kidnap and ransom the daughter of a millionaire as a last ditch effort to make it to easy street. But of course, things don't go as planned. Big Bad Mama is nowhere near as entertaining as Bloody Mama despite an absolutely fantastic performance by Shatner. The film doesn't miss a single opportunity to get the young girls out of their clothes. In fact, the single-mindedness with which it exploits the girls makes one wonder if Russ Meyer didn't ghost-direct the film. It doesn't help that the girls are two-dimensional characters lacking any sort of emotional depth. But even more unforgivably, the film just isn't that interesting. Oh, it's a decent enough distraction with lots of action and mayhem. But it doesn't have the charm or staying power of Corman's earlier film.
6/10
Friday, March 8, 2013
The Big Gundown: Sergio Sollima
In the annals of Spaghetti Western history, three of the most legendary figures are the 3 Sergio's. They are, respectively, Sergio Leone, Sergio Corbucci, and Sergio Sollima. The three of them directed many of the most famous and influential films of the genre. While I have seen more than my fair share of films by Leone and Corbucci, until recently I had yet to see one directed by Sollima. Now, after watching The Big Gundown, I can claim otherwise. The Big Gundown essentially tracks the cat-and-mouse game between famous lawman John Corbett (Lee Van Cleef) and Cuchillo Sanchez, a Mexican peasant accused of raping a killing a 12-year-old girl. It's clear that Sollima was trying to make some kind of statement about how mankind chooses their own destiny in the quasi-philosophical discussions between the two characters. Why must Cuchillo run from the law? Why must Corbett chase him? In a way, the revelation near the end that Cuchillo is innocent damages what could have been one of the most intellectually astute films of the Spaghetti Western genre. But while it begins and ends like a traditional Western, the fascinating middle section more than justifies Sollima's reputation as one of the 3 Sergio's.
7/10
Sailor Suit and Machine Gun: Shinji Sōmai
What ever is a girl to do? One day Izumi Hoshi is just an ordinary Japanese schoolgirl and the next she's the leader of her late father's yakuza clan. What's worse, rival clans are starting to attack the few remaining gangsters under her command! Will this young woman manage to keep her clan alive against the sinister, diabolical machinations of the Japanese criminal underworld? Based on the novel of the same name by prolific Japanese author Jirō Akagawa, Sailor Suit and Machine Gun is both a milestone of Japanese cinema and a daring dissection of the gangster/yakuza genre. Director Shinji Sōmai injects this bizarre story with an ever more bizarre sense of dream-like detachment. Foregoing traditional methods of narrative storytelling favored both abroad in the West and by his Japanese filmmaking predecessors, Sōmai utilizes unusual frame compositions that exploit extreme long shots, esoteric blocking, and an unwillingness to make Izumi the center of visual attention. In addition, Sōmai favors sparse editing, instead using one or two long, unbroken takes capture an entire scene. My favorite example was when Izumi bandages up one of her gangsters, comforts him in a moment of emotional turmoil, and then is forced to watch while he is savagely gunned down seconds later by rival yakuza. There is also a fantastic scene where a yakuza crime-boss interrogates Izumi for the location of a stash of heroin by making her stand in place on top of a live land mine for hours. Both culturally iconoclastic and stylistically courageous, Sailor Suit and Machine Gun is one of the true classics of 80s Japanese cinema.
8/10
Saturday, March 2, 2013
The Seven Magnificent Gladiators: Claudio Fragasso, Bruno Mattei
After the success of Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai (1954), many imitators tried to capitalize on the film's formula. Some, like John Sturges The Magnificent Seven (1960), are more well known. Others, like Claudio Fragasso and Bruno Mattei's The Seven Magnificent Gladiators, are much more obscure. Set in Ancient Greece (which somehow is already covered with destroyed ruins), the film follows a group of villagers who set out to find a man capable of wielding a sword of power that will enable him to kill an immortal bandit that has terrorized them for years. They eventually find the prophesied hero in the form of Han (Lou Ferrigno), a barbarian warrior who recruits six other fighters. The film is a surprisingly clean and non-graphic offering from the filmmakers responsible for such violent pieces of exploitation like Porno Holocaust (1981) and Zombi 3 (1988). And yet, the film is easily one of their most enjoyable and entertaining. The characterizations are fun (particularly Ferrigno as Han and Sybil Danning as Julia, a conniving, money-hungry female gladiator), the fight scenes compelling, and, remarkably, the film never gets boring or tedious. However, the film does have one major problem: the characters have 5-second memories. I can't count the number of times that the protagonists conveniently forget that they are on the run from a power-mad emperor or that the immortal bandit might come back after they fight him off but fail to kill him. These are all clearly transparent ploys on the part of the directors to inject the film with more action beats and fight scenes. And I can't help but feel disappointed by how unceremoniously several of the gladiators are killed off. But The Seven Magnificent Gladiators is still reasonably enjoyable.
5/10
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